Little girls' panties. A little top (I was still too young for abra). Little white and pink ankle socks. A skirt. Some blouses.Another skirt. A y...llow dress trimmed with white lace. And a pairof little girl's shoes.Slowly, my hands trembling with excitement, I put the things on. Ichose the yellow dress for my debut as a girl. Boys wore their hairfairly long in those days, so Mom only had to comb it back and puta yellow ribbon in it. Finally she was done fussing over me, and Ilooked in. I also tried other places I knew well, and people who had been my friends for years. Nothing. I even drew my parents as I remembered them, sitting in the living room... nothing.When I changed back to freestyle drawing, and just let my imagination wonder, I started drawing a sailing ship. The storm driven sea waves were tossing it about violently, and it seemed to be in a great deal of trouble. In the distance a shore could be seen. The crew had lost sailing control, when the main mast had. Phat slapping noises were coming they didn’t show me full video but I could recognise the room and few things there and said that”I also have that in my house” and those big bros laughed a little and said “Many people have the same items like these its not your house”,it was about 5’o’clock at that time and 2 of those big bros went to the shop and were saying secretly but I was able to listen a little as we were sitting close and they said to shopuncle to go to my house as I was not in the. I wanted to degrade Katee in front of her classmates, and subliminally encourage the boys to view her as a slut too. I knew that the more people that treated her like a whore, the more she would internalize it.Katee got into a sort of “Downward dog pose, as she extended her hands forward, and stuck her ass further in the air. After a few moments I ordered her to get up and face the class. “Now girl, to test the bikini top, why don’t you touch your elbows together behind your back.”She awkwardly.