I quickly grabbed up my stuff and put it back in my bag. Cecil asked, surprising me, just as I was about to leave, "Why are you so afraid of me?" "Exc...se me?" I asked, the question ludicrous. I could absolutely break him in two without even raising a sweat. "Psychological research demonstrates rather clearly that people who bully others do so because they are either afraid they will become them, or they are insecure about their true sexuality." "Are you calling me a faggot?" I asked, anger. He had no idea if how he usually ate would affect thebody he now had, he didn't even have an idea if he ever needed to shavehis legs or worry about 'aunt flow'.That would be a nightmare, he sighed and closed his eyes."Are you alright miss?" a manly voice said gently and Jacob opened hisnew eyes. The guy that sold her the coffee was standing across her tablelooking at her with doe eyes. He was tan with dark hair and dark eyes,cute by any standards."I'm fine," he answered with a slight smile.. Then I saw him: the P.E. teacher, he was still young, first time teaching people our age and he was gorgeous. The first lesson we were going to have was swimming. When I heard this a bulge starting appearing on my trousers. I cooled down and started thinking about geography, ever lasting drought before P.E. It was a strange new world this of mine, I had always been told men are to like girls yet, they never really appealed to me. Now on Christmas and whenever I saw my family the usual question. .I just admired the size. it was around 44 inches (minimum), and the best part of it, which made it even more erotic was that some part of her nighty was embedded in between those huge pillows of pleasure! I ogled as much as I could and then realized that aunty had turned around.. I just said Hello and was happy to receive a beautiful smile. I then asked her how the new place is. She said, “it’s good and hope I get to make friends soon”. That day onwards I was determined to make friends with.