"Where are your paren..." The driver stopped abruptly seeing the boy'seyes."I see," said the old man sadly. His old face became darker. "Get intothe c...r, hide behind the seat, and don't make a sound if we stop."The old man put a blanket over the boy and empty cardboard boxes on topof it. The boxes smelled of pears - the old man was selling his fruit inthe city.The drive was long; once they stopped and the driver was speaking withsomeone in Chechen language. Then the car continued.Finally, after. I’d be 12, or 13. I’d just started growing breasts and I had nice curvy hips. I’d started growing pubic hair and had a lovely dark triangle. I’d already started to get sensations between my legs and touched myself in bed, but hadn’t yet started to finger myself properly. I remember getting quite flushed and was, I suppose, a little concerned about whether my heart would explode, it was pounding that fast. One afternoon, I was in my bedroom. The curtains on the full length French windows were. Long fingers tipped with short, clear nails slid against his wide, furredhips and a line of fire raced along his belly to set off small, pinchingpleasurable aches in all six of his nipples. Theseus sighed, leaningagainst the nearby wall until the intense feeling passed. He resolvednot to touch himself again. This body... this accursed, false body wouldtempt him no more, he vowed silently.Bending down, awkward on his new hooves, he reached for the knife he'dhidden in his clothing. The cool. I was taking in the way his leg hair grew thicker all the way to his hairy thighs, and right in the middle that long, soft-looking cock. It was just there, as if saying “Come, reach, touch me” And boy, I felt the strongest urge to do so.Daniel stepped out of his shorts and kicked them to the corner. He stared at me, waiting for me to do the same. Fair is far, he got naked and he didn’t even lose the bet. I would have to get naked too. Yet my body betrayed me, just the thought of exposing myself.