...." James stared at the face in the mirror, unable to comprehend how fast the changes had happened. "I thought I had a month..." His mother came up ...ehind him, and rested her hands on his shoulder. For a moment he felt like retreating from the touch, but the comforting feeling was welcome. He closed his eyes, feeling tears welling in them. "Margaret, you're beautiful." Anne's voice was calm, as her hands kneaded at the tension in his back. "Open your eyes, honey." "I can't." James replied,. Dan was speechless, dumbfounded. He didn’t say anything. Shower water was replaced with his tears, “Remember the old road we sometimes walked that’s near the closed out rock quarry? After arguing with you and hitting you, I was so disgusted, so mad, so fed up with myself, I drove down the road. I broke open the gate with the car and sped towards the cliff. I knew it was high enough that the impact with the ground below would kill me. You didn’t deserve me. You deserved to live a happy life with. I shuddered to myself, “What are you thinking John, she’s your best friend, you can’t imagine her in this way”. It was too late, I knew I had the burning desire to be the boy who’d make her aching and wanting for more! I knew it, I felt it, and it felt good… As she climbed up the ladders, her breasts were revealing themselves, bouncing and jiggling, every teenage boy’s dream. I knew it wasn’t right to look, I would have never done it, but something else just came over me as I peered my. You heft your school bag over your shoulder, grabbing your suitcase and pushing open the doors. You find yourself in a large lobby-type area, looking around. There's a few girls milling about in the area who you don't mind seeing, a trio of blondes and a brunette. You have to admit, you don't mind the look of the school uniform on them. You can imagine unbuttoning them, slipping your hand in their shirt, rubbing their smooth skin and massaging their..."Can I help you?" a voice asks, breaking.