A Special Girl Part 1 Birth of a Special Girl

She must be lying to him. Trying to get him confused. And it was working. Surely if there were that many in the school he would have heard about it by now. And surely the teachers must have known. There would have been special assemblies and everything. Just like they had when that kid in the wheelchair had joined the school a few years back. They would have told everyone to be kind and sensitive to the person, and to treat them like they would any other kid. And warn them about bullying the person. But nothing like that had happened. It must be a lie.

“Oh yeah,” he asked. “Like who?”

“Well, for starters there is Gemma Atkins.” She replied smiling. “And Andrea Solomon. And Kirsty Summers. That’s like Who!”

Now she had to be lying. He knew all three of those girls and none of them could be boys. He defiantly would have known if they were. Especially Gemma Atkins. Gemma was well known in the school. Many boys thought she was the hottest girl in school, but not him. She may have had the biggest tits of any girl in school, and most of the teachers, and dressed more like a prostitute than a school girl most days. But for him it had always been Alice She was also well known for being the school bike. Lot’s of boys bragged about her having sucked their cocks, and more recently there had even been some bragging about how they had fucked her in the arse. Surely they would have noticed a cock when they took her knickers off. Or did they? Suddenly he could picture her bent over, her short skirt hiked up and her knickers pulled down just enough to give access to her ass but no view of anything else. In his mind the vision turned from Gemma into Alice and he could feel his cock stirring back to life in his trousers. What was going on?

“But,” he stammered. “But how?”

“Well,” She started. “I can’t tell you much about their stories, but I can tell you mine.”