Parroting a line I often heard as a kid, I mocked, "This is gong to hurt me more than it does you." The first loud crack to your ass cheek stung sharp...y. It felt good to share in the first sting of your spanking. "That wasn't so bad." you taunted. "Is this my punishment for leaving you stranded? Hmmm? If so, I guess your anger was all fabricated." The second slap landed perfectly, sounding like a lightning clap. "OUCH! That's too hard!" you protested. "Really? Too hard? I'm sorry. Here, have. Toh mai bhabhi ko sorry bolne laga hath jodne laga coz mujhe laga bhabhi mummy ko bol degi. But bhabhi ne ek smile diya aur boli li koi nahi ye tumhari galti nahi hai . Iss umar me aksar aisa hota hai. Fr bhabhi ne mujhse achanak pucha ki tumhari koi girlfriend hai toh maine bola ki nahi bhabhi meri aisi kismat kahan. Toh bhabhi boli isme kismat ki kya baat hai. Fr bhabhi ne pucha ki r u virgin. Mai chup raha fr bhabhi boli ki bolo bhi. Toh maine bola nahi bhabhi but mai chahta hu virginity. And watch the girls dangle on the uneven bars. Even then, my friends slowly lost interest.Then one day, it started. It was after a week of just me being in the hideout on my own did I notice a change in the behaviour of the girls. As I looked out at them swinging upside down, that one of them had let her shirt fall down revealing her flat chest. I took no notice at the time, thinking I was just seeing things. As i watched, one by one the girls deliberately pulled their shirts down, then. A... nobody!" No you're not!" my mother said forcefully, "you are Carol ElizabethStickney, you have a job, you're pretty, and you're single! That makesyou eligible, and I don't want to hear any more talk about being anobody!" I'll think about it," I said softly, "but no promises."On the way home I sat next to mom, silent as I relived the entire day.One thought, and foremost on my mind was that I was NOT a girl, andthere wasn't any way that I could become one, not a real one anyway. Igot myself.