Waiting for her (Destiny) was terrible. I had to use the bathroom sixtimes because my damn stomach kept tying itself in knots. The knockcame and I p...eeked outside. Short, petite with blonde hair, cherry redlipstick and clothes that seemed to barely cover her nipples and ladyparts. I couldn't see any room in her... bikini? No, no. I've seenstring bikinis with more coverage. Well, whatever it was, there wasn'tmuch room to hide a badge so I figured, I'm safe. Boy, yeah, I'm dumb.I let her. I noticed the little pearl necklace too and how feminine it mademe look. Madge had seen to it that all of my boyish qualities were nowhidden away.She had dyed my hair blonde and had curled it with a curling iron andset it with hair spray after she had gotten it into a feminine style.As she worked a little satin bow into my hair she had commented that myhair would grow out in no time. This worried me and made me think thatshe wouldn't be done with me anytime soon.In addition to the makeup she. I asked if she was dating anyone and she responded that she saw several boys from her class but that they were just “boys”. She made it a point to tell me that she thought boys her own age were immature. Then she said very abruptly “How old are you, Mr. Mac?” I have been called Mac for most of my life, since my last name is McDonald. I told her 42. Then she caught me totally off guard when she asked how old I was when I first had sex. That’s quite a bold question from a 18 year old. A couple more combinations and it would have been lights out.At lunchtime, we all met to talk about the class project. Alan had come up with a solution for his app for people without phones. Wolf had helped him create a pedestal for a tablet. It had a lock on it so no one could pinch it. I pointed out I would just take the whole thing, which had my two friends scratching their heads. Alan had carried it into the meeting, after all.We got approval for the picnic tables and the homeless.