Sometimes my nipples would be hard. Once, I'd noticed my cotton panties were humid when I took them off to take my morning shower. I was so confused a...nd afraid what was happening to me.Being sixteen was hard enough. I didn’t have to turn crazy as well, did I? Leaving my mother with her veggies I went to my room where I locked the door. My phone chimed and it was a message from Alice.'Masturbating yet?''You are just a nasty, fornicator', I wrote back.She sent me a laughing emoji and I threw the. .. Since the day she broke up with me, I really hadn'tthought of her as anything but the cold 'Addison' that had signed the textabout my stuff being in the mail from her apartment. Even after being aparty to this blatantly corrupt Maturosis ruling I had referred to her asthat. I'd had to call her mommy to play the part..."Today was the first time you've felt like Addy to me." I'm sorry Cameron," she told me. "As long as my mom has us over the barrelwith this nanite batch I don't think I can do. It was on the third day, Monday, when things came to a crashing head. It was kind of an accident. It had gotten really hot, and I had come into the service porch where we had a small refrigerator that I kept stocked with soft drinks and beer. I'd pulled myself a cold one when I heard the phone ring. I heard her come into the kitchen to answer it."Hello ... No I can't talk ... No, we have to cool it for a while ... No, I said, he's hurt ... He's hurt real bad ... I can't be traipsing around. At the appointed time (9:30 p.m. CDT), I "pinged" her. After a couple of rings Doris clicked to make the connection. Up popped her image, and I would have know her in a crowd. While her hair was different, and her face was not so c***d-like, she really looked ths same.Because it was late, and I'd been to the hot tub, I was wearing only a pair of lounging pants. She, too, was ready for the night - sporting a spaghetti strap cami. I commented on her smooth-appearing skin and nicely rounded.