J'enfilai une paire de chaussettes, encore trop grandes et me renditcompte d'un nouveau probl?me: si mes v?tements trop grands ?taient unprobl?me, une... paire de botte trop grande serait un v?ritable handicape.Ma seule solution ?tait d'en emprunter une paire ? ma m?re. Elle enavait une quantit? industrielle. J'?tais presque certain d'en trouverune paire de couleur rouge. De toute fa?on, je n'avais pas vraiment lechoix de me d?p?cher, il ?tait presque huit heures trente et je nevoulais pas ?tre. She returned to her homework but was hardly able to focus after what she had just seen. Part of her felt awful for peeking her best friend, but the teenage side of her with raging hormones hoped that there could be more. More viewings. More love. More.Time passed and the two grew even closer. They began to venture into each other’s house for study session and late night movies. They went on dates to restaurants and movie theatres. They had never had sexual experiences together nor had they even. We were supposed to meet at the movies today, and she informed me of a change of plans. No, she didn’t cancel. For a change. Rather, June informed me that she wanted to bring someone else along for our date. Let me say it before you do. What the fuck? I haven’t seen her ass in ages, she cancelled our date for the movies the previous Tuesday, I was hoping we’d get a chance to talk at last, and she wants to bring another bozo along? I couldn’t believe this shit. I pleaded with her not to bring. From that moment on, all Stacie's 'lapses' in judgment were corrected with corporal punishment and have been to this day four years later. I still had the Tutor, but Stacie found my method somewhat more bearable. Which was fine-- I began to cast an eagle-eye for any small indiscretions that would give me the opportunity to punish my pretty pet. There were plenty, though nothing major. It was August and Stacie had come to accept at least for the moment, his new gender. He was dressing,.