Let's hurrywe don't want to be late," Billie said. I gave myself one last look inthe mirror and then headed over to Mrs. Jackson office. I just lovedm... new look.As we walked into Mrs. Jackson office the other boys were alreadythere. "Nice of you two to join us. You will have two hours tocomplete your essay," Mrs. Jackson said. She then headed us toseparate rooms to begin writing our essays. I was staring at a blankpiece of paper and was wondering what I was going to write. There wereno. ........Thursday morning was one of those mornings when I wanted to sleep late.However, Carol and Barbara would not let me stay in bed, they said thatit was time for all good girls to get up. I started to remind them that Iwasn't really a girl, then I looked down at my body through my sleepyblue eyes. After last night's session with Carol and Barbara, followingthe session with Tom, following the session with Linda, following themasturbation yesterday morning, and the fact that I still wore the. ‘good girl..’ as I nibbled her vagina softly.with cool whispers of nothing ..on her vagina and breasts.she quivered. Orgasming.’come2me’ She commanded. I opened my mouth to her twirling her tongue high in me.kissing me tenderly orgasming again and again in my mouth.twirling...her fingers.... stroking my vagina softly slow. Stroking..stroking..massaging me deeper and deeper. Stroking... rubbing..rubbing..rubbing.rubbing... between my legs.licking.kissing around my vagina gently deeply..and. She slept in his bed, but she didn't sleep. Couldn't sleep, couldn't dream, The best she could do was to occasionaly get a bit spacy, but that only lasted until something grabbed her attention. So, she tried to experience as much of 'normal' existance as she could, with the help of her friends, who treated her just like any other person, any other person that is, who couldn't eat, sleep, or dream. Her imagination was not the best either, although in a way, she was the sum of all the imagination.