”“How? How did you know?”I can find no way to speak this. I cannot say it is this thing or that thing. While I try to think of words I can say s...e breaks my thought.“Was it the way he smelled?” she asks. “His attitude? Did you look at his car?”I shrug; these were a part, though only small, but what are right words? “I know,” is all I can at last say. “It was not right.”“Just instinct then?”I ask her what is instinct, and she explains that it is feeling of animals that leads them to act without. Wrong. Idon't know how to describe it. My body is changing. And I... Hate it. Idon't know what to say. I just feel... wrong in my own body. Everythingfeels wrong. Lately I... I've been observing girls in a very differentway. I do like girls, but lately I have felt... jealous. It's so weird. Ifeel jealous of the way they look, especially now that I entered this newschool. Most girls in my class are a year older and they're... beautiful.They're just incredibly stunning. And I... hate that. I. It’s so cute.’ Monica saying the last words in baby talk. ‘Are you all done and want to go home now?’ Thomas, his anger and frustration fueling his words said, ‘Listen bitch, I want out now!’ Monica just smiled, ‘I told you your last chance to leave was earlier. Now, you have to wait until I am done.’ His dick went completely limp. ‘Ooooh, I think I can make it hard again for you Tommy boy.’ She bent over and gently started sucking the tip of his cock. His pre-cum and her own juices made a. There were nowpiercings on her nose and upper lips as well as her ears. She used tohate earrings. That wasn't all the changes as her taste of clothing hadshifted from a conservative knee length skirts and dresses to microminiskirts and overly skimpy shorts that would have showed off herpanties (assuming that she's wearing one) without much effort. For agirl who used to bother very little with makeups, the photos showed thatshe now sported exaggerative thick mascara and eye-liners with a.