It doesn’t matter what body parts we have!’ ‘No! Baby, today before you came in, he had on the bed, on my hands and knees with my panties down. ... didn’t have a… a VAGINA, like a real woman does. He put himself… coz I told him it was that time of the month… he FUCKED me in the ass, Ali! That’s what they did to me in prison too. I’m still the sissy fag bitch that I was in Dos Rios. The only difference is that instead of being impaled by gangbangers and murderers, I was being a slut for the. In our case that night however, I can tell you without a word of a lie, what came to pass in that room was nothing less than a shared ecstasy. As I passed to her safekeeping my procreative front line, she pulled her face away from me slightly and smiled rather prettily. “You love me don’t you?” It came across as half statement, half question. “Now don’t start jumping to conclusions wench,” I muttered, trying to slip one hand down her cleavage again as I uttered the words. She pulled. What's wrong with me?During second period, I got a message that Mom was picking me up at noon for a doctor's appointment; I don't remember making arrangements for a doctor's visit.Poor Josh was going through the same thing I was; girls pulling on his dick, and no reaction; one girl even tried to give him oral sex, and he didn't even get hard for that. Are the two of us really that weird?Mom picked me up at noon; I asked her what doctor I was going to, and she said her gynecologist. Why the hell. I can see it’s already pretty full through the blurred steam covered windows, but I’m sure I can squeeze on. I hope. The doors open and a handful of people try to get off, pushing and jostling their way out of the train, and then we all push and jostle in. The carriage smells damp and feels really humid.“Excuse me, can you move along? I’m trying to get on” I say to a man in front of me. He was already on the train, holding onto the overhead rail and as he’s not moving into the carriage I can.