“I, I can’t wait to tell everyone that Mother Brie mouthed me!” The male gasped.Missy then saw the wisdom of the strict rules about masks, stage...names, disguising your voice, and a quick spritz from the dressing room’s gigantic bottle of Chanel #5 to hide your identifying scent. The big spray bottle was sure an odd coincidence though. Mamma had one just like it back home. When she wasn’t in estrus, she believed that it would make males stay away from her. Missy didn’t have the heart to tell the. Its very different from when i touch my chest as a boy. Very sensitive. I started to feel a tingly sensation in my stomach. I slowly touched my clit and started rubbing it. It was the best feel. I took the pipe and sprayed chill water on my pussy. It made me to moan and gasp. I licked my own boobs by lifting it to my mouth. I cummed as i screamed in pleasure. Even i am a girl i have college,(wtf) many boys are waiting. I ran out of bathroom and wore a fit jean and blue shirt and wore a chain. The next step was to fold the panty in half so it was a neat little rectangular shape of lustrous nylon begging to be unfolded. I had learned this from my mother.My sister threw her panties in a drawer all tangled and wrinkled. Even as a 10 to 13 year old boy I knew that was disrespecting a garment that was so pretty and sensuous. I was not overly obsessive about how the panties were arranged, no alphabetical by color name or any OCD sort of thing. But I often would put the prettiest panty down. ‘ I would have to be careful about how I approach Danny about this.Turns out we have all the same classes, even gym. I soon found out that 8th graders and up have co-ed gym classes, as well as a co-ed locker room along with a boys’ and girls’ locker room, another drastic change from my Earth.I caught up with Danny on the way to first period. “Hi, I’m Paula.” Walking beside him now.“Hi. I’m Danny.” he said with a smile.“I take it you just moved in over the summer?”“Yeah, my parents suddenly had.