My tattoos on my shoulders and the backs of my hands—that was all I wore. My hair had been styled in a "page boy," whatever that is. For the record,...my hair was brown. Unless you were close enough and looked at my crotch you might not notice that I was a boy. Primary sexual characteristics are not all that noticeable in the young and my unisex haircut did make me look feminine. Looking at myself in a mirror or on a video display, my little boy package just wasn't obvious. Calling me "she" was. “WAIT! SAM!!” The screen illuminates, showing the Blog Tucker was working on. Danny walks over and sees the name of it. “Ghost-Boy Chronicles? Aw, man. This isn’t another one of your plans, is it?” Tucker walks over, trying to explain. “Wait, before you get mad, I promise that this will in no way affect your Ghost-Hunting. I’ll just be filming you and…” “Filming me?” Sam turns herself to Tucker. “This Blog says that you’re Danny’s sidekick.” Danny gets fed up. “Uh-Uh! No way! Not gonna. Once back in her room, she locked the door behind her and looked at the clock. She had about an hour and a half before Helen was coming home, so she quickly got everything ready. She used the alcohol to clean everything and the ice to get her nipples hard. Although they were already pretty hard from the excitement. She put a cork on one side of her left nipple and placed the needle on the other end. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and pushed the needle straight though. It hurt like. That thought was punctuated by the arrival of three high school aged couples. The girls wore only the platforms, while the boys all had on running shoes and penis socks. As he realized that these kids were about to be his schoolmates, Curt felt some misgivings about whether his sacrifice was worth it for them. Did they need or want to be saved from the Program?No sooner had the depression from that thought started to overtake him when he had his answer. Another teen couple walked in, holding.