Chapter 3

Harden, Utah 2010

"So, now you know, huh?" Amy was giggling softly, leaning close and whispering in my ear.

"Yeah," I whispered back, watching Mr. Irving write math problems on the chalkboard.

"Josh. God! He's so cute," Amy sighed. "What did he say?"

"He..." I cleared my throat. "He said he loves me." And then I giggled loud enough that the teacher glanced over his shoulder with a frown, but he didn't catch us.

"What? Oh my God!" Amy's eyes got big. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." I shook my head slightly.

"Nothing?" Amy rolled her eyes. "Everybody saw you guys making out."

"We weren't making out," I protested and then looked down quickly, copying the problems as Mr. Irving turned around, but Amy didn't notice.

"Yes you were," she whispered with a giggle.

"Ahem ... Amy, is there something funny about algebra today?" Mr. Irving was pretty old, like sixty probably, and kind of tall and thin and really stiff.

"Uh, no sir." Amy looked up and shook her head.

"Then perhaps after class is over you can explain to me why you're laughing in my classroom." Mr. Irving gave her tight lipped smile and there was some soft whispering and giggling from the other kids.

I felt kind of bad about Amy getting into trouble like that and I wondered if Mr. Irving was really going to spank her, but we didn't talk anymore during the class and Amy just gave me a shrug once it was over and she had to stay behind. I stood outside in the hall for a few seconds, until the last boy left, passing me with a smile, and then Mr. Irving was there and he smiled too, just before he closed the door.

It seemed pretty strange. My school in Atlanta hadn't been like that at all, of course, but it had been a pretty big school too, not like this one. Even my school down in Texas, which had just been elementary school because I'd only been in fifth grade, that one had like twice as many kids as this one did. I suppose small towns are just really different, but I hoped that if Mr. Irving did spank Amy, he wouldn't do it too hard. It hadn't been totally her fault.

"What happened with Mr. Irving?" I asked Amy as soon as we were on the bus to go home.

"Huh? Oh, nothing," she rolled her eyes. "He just spanked me like six times."

"He really did it?" I almost laughed.

"Yeah," Amy shrugged like it didn't matter. "Didn't you ever get spanked by a teacher?"

"Uh ... No." I did laugh then. "I've never been spanked at all, I don't think."

"What?" Amy giggled. "Yeah right. Anyway, so what happened with Josh? Come on, tell me!"

"He said he likes me," I grinned.

"I thought you said he loves you?"

"He said that too, yeah," I nodded happily. "God, he was so sweet!"

"What else?" Amy asked impatiently. "Tell me everything."

"What?" I lifted my hands. "We just ... talked. He asked me if I'd be his girlfriend."

"He did?"

"Yeah."

"He's got a girlfriend though. Lisa Pearson."

"Not anymore," I told her. "Josh said he didn't have one."

"Maybe he's lying." Amy pursed her lips.

"No way," I frowned, wondering if maybe he was.

"Or maybe he broke up with her already," Amy said and that cheered me back up.

"He's gonna take me to the Dairy Queen tonight," I said. "He's picking me up and everything."

"That's so cool," Amy sighed. "I wish I had a boyfriend."

"I have to tell my parents though." That made me frown again.

"Are they going to be mad, you think?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "Maybe they're gonna say I can't go."

"You have to go!" Amy said. "Just sneak out or something."

"Yeah right!" I laughed. "I'd be so dead if I did that."

"Did you tell him about, um..." Amy glanced around us and there were some kids hanging close by listening because I guess it was big news, Josh and me making out, even though we hadn't been.

"No, not yet," I shook my head, knowing what Amy meant. "I'll tell him tonight probably."

"Don't say anything," Amy suggested. "Seriously. It might weird him out."

"You think so?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Definitely," Amy nodded. "I mean, it doesn't bother me, you know, but if Josh is your boyfriend..."

"But if he likes me..." I sighed and I knew Amy had a point.

It was why I'd been teased down in Texas, because I had a penis instead of a vagina, and I'd been sort of sensitive about it for awhile. I knew I shouldn't be and my mom and dad both told me it was just little kids being stupid and I knew that. They made fun of anyone who was different, and even other kids who weren't. I was perfectly normal cause it was the way I was supposed to be. Mom and dad had made sure I was just like I was, so it didn't bother me too much. Still, I hadn't told anyone in Atlanta, which was why I'd told Amy first thing, probably, just because I hated having a secret that I wasn't even ashamed of.

"You gotta make sure he really loves you first," Amy said, as if she was an expert and I giggled at her. "Really, just go out with him for awhile first, then you'll know if he's going to be cool with it."

"Yeah, maybe," I nodded, but I kind of thought just telling Josh right away would be better. If he was going to not like me because I was a little different I'd rather it happened right away.

"Hey Mom." I found her in her laboratory, which was a real one down in the basement, but probably not like you think.

Mostly my mom's lab was a lot of computers. It was a virtual laboratory, or so she said, and she did all of her experiments and stuff on models connected to real laboratories through the internet. The part that wasn't on computer was the stuff she used for me, since I was kind of an experiment too, although my mom would never, ever say such a thing. I knew it though and I didn't mind so much. I knew I was special.

"Hey sweetie, how's school?" Mom smiled at me and I walked over to give her a kiss.

"It's good," I smiled.

"Good." Mom was writing down some notes and then she turned to look at me over her glasses. "How's the schoolwork? Is it okay?"

"Oh yeah," I laughed. "It's pretty boring, but I'm doing alright. I got two problems wrong on my math quiz today."

"Good." She went back to her notes.

"I tried to miss three, but..."

"They're too easy, aren't they?" My mom nodded. "Well, just remember, you're there to make friends and have fun, not learn anything."

"I know," I shrugged. "Hey ... Mom?"

"Hmmm? What is it dear?" She looked at me again.

"Uh, my penis it ... it kinda hurts." I blushed a little.

"Hurts?" She tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, um, it was hard all morning and I don't know ... It's really annoying, but it happens all the time now." I bit my lip. "Is that okay? I mean, is it supposed to be like that?"

"Let me see..." Mom spun around in her chair and reached for my jeans as I stepped closer. "It's just hard for no reason, huh?" My mom laughed lightly. "Or were you touching it?"

"What? No!" I giggled. "I was just thinking about boys, mostly."

"Oh yeah?" Mom was unbuttoning my jeans slowly and she looked up at me. "What about boys?"

"Well, Amy, my new friend? Amy said one of the boys at school likes me, but she wouldn't say who, so I was wondering and thinking about which boys I wanted to liked me, and..."

"Okay ... Okay..." she was laughing and she opened my jeans wide, sliding them down my thighs and I held my sweater up so we could both see the big lump of my penis under my pink panties.

"It's not hard now," I admitted the obvious. "But it was, you know."

"Of course. Let's take a look..." Mom was pulling my panties down and she couldn't miss the big wet spot from all that drooling my penis had been doing.

"Mmmm..." I sucked in my tummy a little as Mommy took my cock in her soft warm hand, pulling it out a little so she could get a good look.

"You're getting to be such a big girl now," she smiled and she was squeezing my penis a little, sort of sliding her hand back and forth.

"You're gonna make it hard again, Mom," I swallowed nervously.

"I know, it's alright. I want to see how big you can get for me." Mom started using both hands as my penis grew more firm, lengthening quickly and getting fat under her fingers.

"Okay Mommy," I breathed and I was getting that warm feeling all over again and my boobs felt like they were growing along with my cock.

"Does this hurt?" she asked and I shook my head. "It's just uncomfortable when it stays this way for too long, I bet."

"Y-Yeah," I nodded.

"And your testicles, Jen? They must be terribly heavy." Mom brought her right hand down to cradle my balls, hefting them gently. "Oh yes, you have a lot of sperm in there, don't you?"

"Uh-huh," I swallowed hard. "I guess so."

"That's why your penis gets so hard all the time, you have too much sperm in your testes," she decided. "What you need is a good wet dream."