I am not a dwarf or a midget, though my school nickname of choice (not my choice) has become ‘Midge’. Mom has asked Dr. Wombaugh, my pediatrician ...about it, and I am just, in the doctor’s words, “a late bloomer.” As I’ve said, life sucks.Maisie, on the other hand, is all normal. She is only a year older than me, but she has had boobies for a couple of years, literally years. And now she is all big head because this past year they have gotten impressively fuckin’ huge, comparatively speaking at. After the evening with a few men who still showered me with compliments and in their eyes I saw that they would like to tear the dress off me, strip their breasts and knead them with their hands, I was very excited.I tried to satisfy myself by letting a sharp shower flow down there between my thighs, but I only got into a state of greater burning. Neither caressing the finger of my sensitive button or putting a tube of cream in my pussy helped. I sighed resignedly, got up and finished the. The liquid heating as it reaches my stomach, giving me warmth from the inside out. The cold I feel deep inside my soul dissipates into the warmth growing with every sip of the delicious bubbles. The effects of the alcohol slowly taking away the harsh edge of reality as my minds floats into a word of desire and bliss. A world full of confidence, vivacious remarks, erotic conversation. A world where being me is acceptable, my wicked thoughts seen as ‘normal’, where I feel I belong. My eyes close. Some walls you could see straight through into the next room. The only good point of the whole place was the sound real wood floors in nearly perfect condition. Besides a little dust and some glass it looked as if they were refinished a short time ago. With one acception in the far back bedroom where it looked like the floor had been tore up by someone. Leaving a man size hole in the center or the otherwise perfect floor. Underneath was a hole in the dirt the same size as the one in the floor.