I couldn’t remember a word they said by the time I got home. All I could think about was Mr. Harper. When I got home I did my homework, but I can’... tell you what it was. I was on automatic pilot. Well, until tomorrow, diary.The next day’s entry said:Dear Diary: I wore a really low-cut top and miniskirt to school today. All the boys were drooling but I was only interested in one male and he WASN’T a BOY. I sat in the front row and I know Mr. Harper noticed me. I saw him smiling at me. I sooo. Asked us if we would shave our pussies completely bald, so that we could pose for her wearing just our tiniest micro panties and bras. She said she wanted us to pretend we were Victoria's Secret models. I was getting very wet and very turned on. Just being asked made me wet! It felt so nasty and yet wonderful at the same time. I couldn't help imagining the girl girl layouts I had seen in all of those Penthouse magazines, and the library of teen lesbian pornos Addie's stepmom and dad had. Most important to me was my friends list of which probably 95% were classed under the transexual banner although they covered a wider selection from crossdressers, transexuals, Tgirls, transvestites, transgender, femboys, traps and sissies, each one is unique and special in their own way and yet i couldn't help but have favourites. It had been an ambition of mine if you can call it that, to meet and have sex with at least one of those special "girls" "gurls" you often were unsure what to call. Connie actually kissed me and said she was going with Barb, one of the neighbors, to as many garage sales as they could till they were all closed down. She said she would call me at the garage sale closing time to see if I needed help closing it up. Then away she went, as I stared at her ass knowing it was mine tonight. She was built pretty damn good herself. I wondered if all these other men at the other garage sales thought like me and were staring at Connie's ass. At least her blouse covered.