The scrotum too small to even be seen. But there itwas: her former manhood. She'd never intended it to wither away, to die.How long since it had risen...in virility? Months? Pamela stepped out ofthe bathroom and sat at her small vanity. In the mirror she saw a girl'sface, a female face, a face with tears streaming from its eyes. In themirror she could see, behind her, a new black dress, lain carefully uponher bed, as well as her lingerie. She knew she had to hurry, as serviceswould begin in only. In Smallton, Texas, the most popular boys were jocks, and football players were the most popular of all jocks. Not fair, but that's the way it was.The most attractive and "sought after" girls all seemed to have football player boyfriends. He had no interest in anyone else but the most sought after girls.On the first day of school, he discovered two things: there was a new English teacher, and there was a new girl in school. He would be seeing the new teacher soon enough. He had her English. Tony had been my best friend since kindergarten and for as long as I could remember, our families had been close friends. Tony and I had always played on the same sports teams, gone to the same schools and so on. Our families were used to seeing us together and we both just dropped in like part of the family.As I got to the kitchen I could see it was a typical Tuesday morning in the Grant household. As she always did Carmen -- Tony's mother - had made breakfast for her husband, Peter and Tony.. I was just making conversation and trying not to look at her partially exposed tits, her PJ top had one too many buttons undone."Yes thanks fine, you?" she replied."Fine," I replied, "That's until I awoke." Oh yeah, sorry about that," she chuckled, it was mesmerising watching her tits wobble as she laughed, "been sleeping too long with fellers, anyway you've got nothing to be ashamed off." Who said anything about being ashamed," I smiled."Yeah," she giggled again, those bloody buttonholes where.