…they’ll know you have a vagina too. What is worse than acknowledging the existence of your vagina!? Your puss is primarily a penis receptacle that must remain hidden when it’s not being used. So keep your rogue vagina in the witness protection program where it belongs, waiting patiently for its testicular summons. In the meantime, make sure to show off your breasts and butt so that guys will think you’re sexy.
…any) knew was that I already knew all about masturbation — I just didn’t actually do it or anything. By accident one summer, I’d discovered Anne Rice’s erotica, and it gave me a taste for bodice-rippers, the kinkier the better. In the beginning, I tried to track them down in libraries but settled for finding snippets online. I even wrote my own sometimes. To me, my fascination with softcore porn (and eventually cyber sex) seemed like a healthy alternative to going out and dealing with real boys, so I indulged it constantly.
I hid from other kids and pretended I was invisible. I was too scared to open up about the accident, because nice little girls aren’t supposed to talk about their vaginas, so I made up lies when I had to about what had happened. Books were the only company I craved, because they didn’t ask me for anything in return, so I retreated into them and I got upset whenever anyone tried to interact with me one-on-one.