I’m usually a girl, but sometimes I feel like I’m a guy, a real guy with a throbbing dick. For example, yesterday my friends and I were going swimming, and as we were walking there (I don’t know why we didn’t take the bus or something), I saw this girl standing by the road. Her face was white, and her hair was dark—nothing special—but something about the way she moved that skeleton with meat and skin on it drove me insane. I knew she was a girl just like I am a girl, and she smiled at me, while I tried to smile but simply couldn’t because my insides were constricted and screaming. Suddenly, I was reduced to a sexless worm without any feeling of self-worth.
She must have been some kind of prostitute to be standing by the road and waving at every passing car, and my friends looked at me strictly under their eyebrows: “You are about to bring a whore along? And all this even though you are a girl! Even we, guys, don't let a girl lead us by the dick that much.” But what can I do. She is so pretty and sweet and she has taken me to be hers. It turns out that we won’t be going swimming because we somehow end up in the classroom. She is sitting at the desk in front of me, and she is so close that it suffocates me. My friends ask me if I want to go get some sweets with them, but I only murmur, “I can’t, guys, I can’t stand it anymore,” while I rock left and right on my chair, rubbing some precious places. Everyone laughs like dogs barking, and I realize how much I just embarrassed myself. I whisper in her ear: “I didn’t mean it that way,” and she replies “Come after me in a few minutes. You need to get to the Leaky Cauldron first, then to the dungeons, then to Mrakon-Alley, and finally into the Burrow also known as the archives.” Don’t ask me, all you Harry Potter fans, why the names came out that way. Three minutes after she left, I got up, tried to say bye to my friends, but they weren’t looking anymore, and left for the Leaky Cauldron. I keep on thinking of myself at that time as a boy, when I was completely a girl. Don’t ask me why. I saw numerous flasks of potions, all in green and black (yay, original). I passed through people’s rooms and watched people make their beds. Again, no idea why the path had to pass through people’s rooms. If they were going to build that under our school, why didn’t they at least make an effort not to defile everyone’s privacy. I get to the Burrow (the Archives), and she really is there, waiting. I almost thought she had played a trick on me and left up or down some highway. But she was there in her white sleeveless top, in a narrow room that looked as though a giant rabbit had dug it out. I tried to put her down on the bed. I knew I was a girl, but it didn't matter anymore because all I could see was her mouth and everything else I simply touched. I knew I had to get inside of her and for a few moments I thought of myself as though I had a dick ready for action. Then I remembered I only had my fingers and tongue, but lesbians tell me that’s plenty. I’ve never slept with a girl, so I couldn’t wait to take everything off her and leave only skin and meat attached to a beautiful, romantic skeleton. I didn’t know what I was doing, when a grandma and her grandson entered our room. They didn’t say anything, simply moved in and demanded one double bed. They stayed in our room and unpacked, while I simply wanted them to stop. I don’t remember what happened afterwards, but it was a mess because we all said parts of things in order not to trouble the others. Each said a part of something, even though we all knew the whole but didn’t dare say it brutally out loud. In a minute, my loins were so, so, sooo on fire that I left all restrictions behind and lay over my lovely girlie, madchen, devoika, whatever you might please to call her because she, with her lovely, deceitful face, with her perfectly normal white top, turned me into an unprecedented storm. I was just about to touch her arms, her neck, and, if I dared, more, when it turned out I was alone in my red-sheeted bed. My legs and arms were cold with anticipation, and it took me a minute or two to realize I was cold because I had kicked off my blanket! Right now! Right now is when I had to wake up to pull the blanket up to my chin! Right when I was about to have sex with a girl for the first time in my life! I closed my eyes and begged for the dream to come back. It didn’t, so I made up my own scenario, but it sucked because I was now conscious, although still with a storm huddling in my throat.
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