I got pretty good at jumpingrope and singing the same rhymes the girls did. Often won athopscotch, too.Two things stand out from my home life in this... regard. Once, me, mymom and dad were in a department store on the main street-don'tremember the grade, it had to have been before grade 4. I got curiousand went to look at something without telling my parents and my dad gotmad. He said, "If you do that again, I'm going to buy you a dress andmake you wear it to school." Boing. I'm thinking,. It didn’t help my misgivings.Yes, given the chance, I would look. My girls gave me chances all the time. This was different though. This woman wasn’t one of my girls. She wasn’t a family friend. For that matter, she was convinced that I had to leave town to end the firebombs. Yes, she was correct, but that was a different matter. It wasn’t as mundane an issue as she understood it. No more than our common presence in this bathroom was a mundane issue.Magic was involved. I knew it. I just didn’t. “Oh my,” Elizabeth said in shock as she realised the mutant had an erection. Its cock was long and shared the same murky blue colour as the rest of its body. Unlike a human penis, the mutant’s helmet was slightly square shaped with rounded corners. The hole which released the cum was much bigger than an average human penis too. Lastly, the balls were large in proportion with the huge thirteen inch cock it possessed. For a few moments, the women stood there admiring the Lurker’s package. The. Of course, that was all a stereotype that was thrust upon me. I wasa solid A minus student throughout high school and junior high. Ididn't brag about it though. I kept that to my sexual conquests andsports exploits because that was expected of me.I was part of the private school's "popular" clique. I dated acheerleader named Lisa. She was the flirtiest girl in the school. Allthe popular students loved her. She was a pretty, blonde haired girl.She was perpetually tan and had b-cup breasts. When.