“I like it.” He waggled his eyebrows at me. “Edie likes it.” “Edie likes everything.” “You get too bent out of shape over this girl �... it’s probably not a girl, anyway. There aren’t any girls on the internet.” “Her pen name is Celestial Eros Oracle. If that’s not a teenage girl that watches too much anime, then I’m not a teenage guy,” I said. “Well – maybe you’re right.” “Besides, I can tell from the writing.” “Is she good?” I hesitated. “Passable,” I said after a moment. “Oh, so now. Smoke and mirrors, wires, misdirection,that's all it ever was. He looked up at the performer, a woman callingherself "The Extraordinary Espella" as she prepared her next trick. Shewas pretty sexy, he had to admit, clad in a leotard designed to resemblea black and white tuxedo with a matching top hat, her long legs clad inshiny nylons from her hips down to her high heeled feet. A largecolourful box was wheeled out, a hole for the volunteer's head to fit outof at the top while the rest was hidden. A tight white T-shirt covered her breasts. I noticed that she was not wearing a bra, or maybe the bra she was wearing did not hide much. Whichever the case, her breasts caught my attention. I think she noticed that I was in a tit trance and asked if there was anything I would like before we started. I assumed, being the naïve kid that I was, that she meant a soft drink. I declined anything and managed to focus on her face in an attempt to get my over active cock under control. Betty put the. She'd been upsetever since my father left a few years back, concerned that I didn't havea male role model or something like that. I'm not sure as she's alwaysmumbling all the time about my not playing sports. She says I read toomuch and should be out with my friends, but I tell her that all the guysI know are jerks. Why did my principal have to call Mother?On the bed were a package of girl's ribbed tights, a package of 12 girl'spanties, and 3 new training bras. "Strip, sissy faggot, so you.