After awhile, I went to the same salon as Brianne to have my hair cut andshaped. After two years, my hair was on my shoulders so I was lookingmore and...more like a girl." What happened at school? Didn't anyone say anything?" Nah. I kept my hair tied back and well, certainly was just like all theother guys. Until I hit fourteen." Fourteen?" Yeah, fourteen is when my puberty started." Oh."They cleaned up their table and Darlene suggested they go back to herroom and hang out. Howard was enjoying. I noticed that all the girls who looked like they were our age or older had pubic hair, while the boys, up until when they looked to be about eighteen or so, were all pretty bare. Some of the older men must have shaved, though, because there were a few of them without hair. I knew from gym class that most of the guys in my class had only started to get hair. I was like that. I had a few sparse hairs sprouting around my penis and a few strands had just the month before appeared on my. Mama pressed her body into mine and I felt the cold smooth leather of her dress. Her dress fell open and her soft breasts pressed into my chest as her warm breath hit my neck. My Uncle sprung from his chair and crouching like the animal he was ready for the show. I heard him sniffing the air for the scent of my glistening wet cunt. Mama moved her hand down the front of my body and lingered on my breasts for just a moment. Her fingers lightly traced my stiff peach colored nipple. My. ..jealous?" I inquired, somewhat surprised as I thought about some of the implications of that."Well," my white 'father/parent' said, "not really. I was just as open to the idea of your mother having Omar's baby (which is YOU) as she was. I saw no harm in it. I still don't."I thought about my other sibling, two years younger than I, and that she had darker skin than either of my parents; and it suddenly occurred to me, that she, too, had a black father just as I did; and perhaps by the same.