"I'm sorry." Monika yelled in surprise as strings of slime struck her from behind. Landing across her back and arms, her hands were glued to the w...ll on either side of Tia. Following her gaze over her shoulder, Monika twisted her head to try to see behind her, but couldn't make out what Tia was looking at. The smell was getting stronger, and she was starting to feel slow: her limbs were getting heavy, and her head swam. "Tia… what?" She didn't answer right away, but gave Monika a. , she used to coo whilst I huddled in her arms. That was a decade ago, and her comfort was long gone. Now, I had to face this world alone. At fifteen, bisexual, braces, five-seven and completely fucking weird, life wasnt going too well. I still hadnt made eye contact with anyone in particular, but it was my first mistake in doing so. What the fuck is wrong with his eyes?, shouted the asshole again. They all stared. They always do. Everyone does. And I hate it. I was born with a genetic. "What is it?" I asked, wondering what her grin could have been alluding to."Did you and John get a good look?" she asked. She turned around to go back into her room without saying another word, I was shocked.It seemed as though she was giving us a show, and she actually was! But was she pissed at me now? I couldn't tell... I followed her into her room. She was sitting on her bed, pulling on a clean pair of panties."Close the door," she sneered at me while struggling to stand. I went to close. She sat on the bed and just couldn’t stop apologising, I kept telling her its OK. So to help I asked if she like what she’d seen and she said “yeah” and then asked if she liked feeling it and again said “yeah”. I asked if she’d seen one before and she replied “yeah one at school playing dare but his was about the size of her finger” and at this she couldn’t stop talking and asked “do they all grow to be as big as mine”. I told her “mines quite a bit bigger than a normal one” and said it’s OK if.