? Tu as eu tort. Je suis s?re que ?a aurait march?. ?? Mais non c'est impossible. Et puis j'ai pas envie de m'habiller en nana! Non mais tu me vois en... robe en train de jouer les poup?es ? N'importe quoi ?.? A vrai dire oui je te vois bien. Mais tu n'as pas besoin de mettre une robe pour te faire passer pour une fille. Tu caricatures la!. Si tu regardais un peu plus les filles au lieu de n'avoir d'yeux que pour Franck tu saurais qu'elles ne sont pas si diff?rentes de toi dans leur habillement et. Girls in my parent’s circle were not given much free rein. Church services weekly were important, and as I matured, I was warned about the male of the species. When my parents did allow me to date, it was usually in a group setting, so there were plenty of impediments to prevent hormones from getting out of control. I was pretty naïve about life and certainly about sex. My best friend was a year older than me. Her name was Miranda. (I’m Sarah.) Miranda lived two doors down from us. As. ..She'd studied herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom, deciding that her body was still pretty good: slim waisted, full breasts, nice legs ... she'd smoothed her hands over her body, turning and looking over her shoulder at her bottom, and smoothed that too...Mark was in the kitchen doing his homework, and she'd giggled as an idea had occurred to her, and she ran down stairs and into the kitchen.'I can't find that red sweater of mine — I've looked everywhere! Have you seen it,. This is the extent of my accommodation. There is not even a door.My mind is still churning over the idea that after tonight, I will be losing my clitoris. A part of my body will be irrecoverably taken from me. It's barbaric and frightening and I can't even bring myself to start thinking about what he might have meant when he said 'and worse' with such an ominous tone. In the meantime, while mulling this over, I am made to strip the rest of my clothes off, then squat nude over the pan and.