It's about you," Shelly said. "There's somethingdifferent about you. You're not like other girls."Why? Because I don't want to go to the dance?" Where... she was going withthis?" Will you forget about the stupid dance!" Shelly said. "It's you. It'show you talk and how you do things sometimes. You don't do them like agirl would. You need to act more feminine" I didn't know there was a certain way girls did things," I said, "Ithought we were all individuals. I guess I got skipped when they passedout. .and then one day, in themiddle of berating myself for these thoughts an thinking of starting apurge, I shaved. I shaved everything off from the waist down, and Ifelt it...the feeling of submission, of total need, total lust, thesoft skin of a sissy. Something that no real man would ever do, butthat I did.So I dressed: black fishnet stockings, 5 inch clear heels, black thong,the pink jeweled plug - oh the plug - a black mesh stretchy minidress,long blonde wig and collar, and I was in. How could. I'm seeing the dark side of what's ahead. I'm gaynow. I wasn't two days ago. I'm thinking about how hard this is going tobe. I'm not ashamed to say I'm terrified. I'm from a big Catholicfamily. Brothers, sisters, cousins, I've got plenty. I'm the youngest ofsix. I can't even comprehend how my family is going to deal with this.Not well for the most part I'm sure. My sisters!? They've gotten so veryCatholic as they've gotten older. Cheryl for God's sake, has gone to atleast a few of those stupid. When Kyle stepped towards me, put his arms around meand kissed me, I kissed him back. I barely even thoughtabout Dan who I knew was watching us through that openedge of the drapes. I did however listen to my loinsthat were yearning for Kyle to be inside of me. Kylewhispered that he needed to have sex with me. Hearinghim say that made my body flush with desire. With out warning, he bent me over the back of a chairand I helped him do it. He lifted my dress, pulled mypanties down and off, spread.