Everyone says it’s a teenage phase. Sometimes I worry that it may be more permanent. That as well as Susan starting to despise me, Sarah is as well.... “Sarah…” I sit down on my couch in the study. “What is it?”“Dad it’s nice of you to be concerned…but it’s really nothing to worry about.” She’s still in the doorway.“Your face tells me that it is something to worry about. You’re obviously upset by it.”“So…what are you going to do about it?!”Ouch…that hurt. Yes what can I do? Susan has made me. Well, mostly. I mean, I did notice what mymother wore, and her makeup, and when I looked at the girls in my class,there were certain girls I had crushes on and stuff, but I also noticedwhat they wore and how they did their hair. But I didn't consciouslythink, "Oh, Mary Ellen has the cutest dress. I wish I had a dress likethat." Still, I always noticed more than what I thought was normal fora boy.But then, when I turned twelve, and started reaching puberty, thingschanged again. Once again,. I was pretty much one of the girls anyway. ‘I’ll paint my toes. I don’t think my finger nails are long enough.’ It was true, every time I tried growing them out I’d give in to temptation and start biting them. ‘I have fake nails for you babe, I can bring some stuff just to give you a bit more cleavage,’ said Olivia. Olivia popped home whilst the rest of them started to get ready. They all had borrowed suits from boyfriends or other male friends. They applied fake facial hair with liquid. I shoved my tongue as deeply as I could into her love canal, then replaced it with three fingers while my tongue moved to find her clit. When my fingers and tongue both met their target, she let out a guttural, animal-like moan that hardened my already stiff cock. She was wet with perspiration, which was still dripping from her, but the unmistakable taste told me most of the moisture I was slurping was her juices, preparing for my entry. She pushed my head away and got down off the log. In a.