Anyway, they told him that only younger children had personal visitsfrom Santa Claus.Ever since he could think for himself he had thought that deep, d...eepinside he was a girl. He didn't know why but he just sort of knew. Hehad friends and relatives that were boys and girls; he rarely playedwith the boys but he nearly always played with the girls. He loved thatthey were more gentle than the rough-and-tumble boys. Girls could lookpretty and be gentle rather than try to be big and strong. Big. I gripped my now soft and clean dick and pushed it into my pants and zipped them up and peered through the hole. I could only see the opposite wall of the stall before it was blacked out by something pinkish. I pushed a finger in the hole and felt something wet and sticky. I felt an indent and I pushed into it and wiggled my finger up and down. I heard an excited squeal and then it was quickly taken away. I retrieved my wet and sticky finger and sniffed it and realised it was pussy juice. I. "Do you?" Probably, but our bedrooms don't have locks on them, and our parents constantly come in unannounced. I couldn't risk it, John—I love her too much."We talked to each other a little longer, and we'd missed a whole class period talking about our sisters and what they mean to us. He also gave me an idea.I caught up with Christine and apologized for last night, telling her what I had just explained to John. She accepted my apology, and we walked to the next class together holding hands.. “What are you doing?” Charlie asked. Stupid question, but that question was better than a demand or a threat.“I’m getting dressed.” She buttoned up her blouse. Should she tuck it in? No. That involved unsnapping the waist of her skirt. She got her milkshake and sat down as far from Charlie as she could on the blanket.“You can’t leave me like this.” Well, if she didn’t want to walk miles -- and miles in which direction? -- or hitchhike, she couldn’t leave him at all. “Look at how hard I am.”.