Teenage Years Chapter 4 Part 8 (Witnessing Sex for the First Time)

Growing up my father was not around for the dreaded “talk” about sex and now at age 17 or 18 my naivety and confusion were not difficult to understand during this pre-internet time and understanding of gender identity was still many years away. Looking back my mother was generations ahead of her time when it came to not pushing me towards having interests that were specifically male and naturally the whole issue of dress and deportment. She believed in letting me act, dress and behave in the gender of my choosing.

At the time I was dating Elise, but I was beginning to realize that my feelings towards her were not in the boyfriend/girlfriend way. Our clumsy sexual touching felt more like experimentation for me and to be honest I didn’t feel comfortable in the typical male position of being the perpetrator or aggressor in the sexual relationship. Not knowing it at the time I think I was more comfortable being the one in the female role or the one being touched and groped.

The timing of this partial awakening coincided with my mother beginning to date a pastor from our church and for the first time in years there was a male presence in my life. Early on my mom suggested he take me out golfing one afternoon so we could get to know each other. I had played a little in the past usually just knocking the ball around the yard or at a local driving range. T turned out that I was a natural at golf and in a very short period of time I became very good and was shooting in the low 80’s and 70’s. Good enough o be on the school golf team which Pastor Eric encouraged me to join.

I don’t really remember my father being around much while I was growing up, he was busy travelling for business and when he was home my parents did their own thing and ignored each other. When my parents were still together there was never any outward signs of intimacy to each other, and I never heard them in their bedroom.

My parents were not affectionate towards each other, but Pastor Eric was extremely affectionate with my mother when he came over on weekends and one or two evenings a week. They were constantly holding hands; he would whisper into her ear and she would giggle or blush.

My mom also would always dress very nicely and that was always a clue that they would be going out on a date, or he would be coming over. I also noticed during my forays into my mother’s lingerie drawers and the laundry hamper that she now was wearing fancier and prettier lingerie.

When they were side by side, he would often squeeze her bottom when he thought I was not looking and other times when I was I the other room I could hear him give my mom’s bum a sharp slap and she would playfully say something. Even when they watched TV or just sat on the sofa together, they were always side by side and his hand was on her thigh and sometimes I spotted it up higher and inching under the hem of her dress. Mom would playfully push his hand away, but I still noticed it and what usually transpired was that soon she would tell me that it was time for bed even if it was not that late.

She would tell me that if I went to my bedroom I could stay up and read which I agreed to but I was not reading I was flipping through the stash of catalogues I hid under my bed with one hand and stroking myself in my diapers with the other and I would soon drift off to sleep

I was so unbelievably naïve at age 18 that the first time I was awakened in my room to the sound of my mother’s bed, which shared a common wall with my room in our small house, banging against the wall, the bedsprings squeaking loudly and the sound of my mother moaning. I actually got out of bed went to my mother’s bedroom door opened it and stood there in shock at the sight of my naked mother on all fours and Pastor Eric thrusting his penis into my mother over and over. 

The very first time I watched them having sex from the dark hallway I was caught and that lead to a very embarrassing and frank discussion about sex from my mother. It was not a clinical discussion but rather about how couples enjoy sex and some of the things they enjoy which are all part of a relationship.

I know it sounds bizarre and creepy, but I was fascinated by the sounds of them having sex. You would have thought that the fact I was caught spying on them would end my voyeuristic desires, but it had the opposite effect. Since my bedroom door was open and our home was quite small, I could hear them chatting and giggling in the living room. It was not long before the chatting stopped, and I could hear soft moans and the sound of kissing. Soon after I could hear them go into my mom’s room and the sounds were much louder. They always had sex with the bedside lamp on and the door partially open. When I started to hear the bed squeak and the headboard banging against the wall I would sneak out of my room and peek into their room from the dark hallway. The way the bed was situated in relation to the door made it that I was slightly behind them, so they could not easily see me.

They almost always had sex doggie style and Pastor Eric would make love to her very aggressively. He would grab her bum, her breasts and sometimes her hair as he made love to her. He would tell her what to do and physically flip her over to change positions. I found this so exciting especially when she was on her back and he would kiss her as he pumped his cock into her.

Oral sex confused me and frightened me again he was always quite aggressive and almost demanding. He would hold her head as she sucked him and often it looked like she was making love to her mouth.

Soon after my mom stopped seeing Pastor Eric and she dated and brought home a wide variety of mostly older men. It would be an understatement to say she had an active love life, she would quietly tell me to go to my room but within 10 minutes I would quietly sneak out of my room and peer down from the top of the stairs into the living room below and watch her and her boyfriend kiss, fondle each other and invariably she would unzip his pants and stroke his penis. I was fascinated how their penises were different than mine. They all had large, circumcised penises that were both longer and thicker than mine. I came to the realize that mine was so much smaller and skinnier plus I was uncircumcised, so it looked rather pathetic. Something I have been very sensitive about my entire life.

After watching for a little while I would go back to my room because it would not be long before they went up to her room. I would lay on my bed listening to them whispering then soft moaning would come through the thin walls. As soon as I heard the bed start to squeak and the headboard band against the wall, I made a habit of peeking through their partially opened bedroom door watching them I bed. It was then that I was becoming very aware that I was fantasizing about men’s penises and about being the “woman” not the aggressor male.  noticed that almost every one of her boyfriends liked to have sex differently. I enjoyed it the most when they had sex in the missionary position. I envisioned that I was the one on their back with my legs spread and being kissed and fucked.

My yearnings were beginning to develop and change, with it brought considerable confusion and at times angst.

Update Coming

 I apologize for the delay. I will be publishing an update later this week.

Teenage Years - (Chapter 4 Part 7 – Discovery of Lingerie Catalogues

In my younger years and early teens my mom purchased my undies without any of my input by ordering them from Woodward’s, Eaton’s and Sears catalogues and they would just appear in my dresser. My panties were almost always simple full satin briefs (i.e. granny panties) that would be large enough to cover my plastic pants. Other than maybe some lace trim on the edges they were very plain. The colours were always white or soft pastels. The only fancy panties I made were square dance rhumba panties which were always my favourite. My bras were also very plain and more like training bras. The only other things lingerie related that I wore were tights and those were always white and opaque. 

On a few occasions mom took me shopping for underwear at the Army & Navy Department store in New Westminster. I always was terrified because it was embarrassing to be taken into the Lingerie Department and mom would spend a long-time choosing items for herself and for me. When I reached my mid-teens the trip brought out mixed emotions I was still very nervous but on the other hand now I was becoming very intrigued by the racks of panties hanging on the wall

 as well as fancier bras, slips and girdles. I must confess I always had an erection during my time in the Lingerie Department and when we got home, I would often masturbate quickly in my room.

When I was about 16 or so my mom started dating and go out every weekend and often a night or two during the week. Those trips to the Lingerie Department started to stir many urges and I spent lots of time in my mom’s room tentatively exploring her lingerie drawer. What I did find was her collection of catalogues from Woodward’s, Eaton’s and Sears.  I was in pure heaven and spent hours thumbing through them all. What I realized was that there was so much more to lingerie than just bras, panties and girdles.

I was immediately drawn to the lace bras especially the push up ones, the pantyhose, the sexy nighties, and my favourite the girdles. I began keeping some of the catalogues in my bedroom and when I went to bed, I would flip through them as I slide my hand inside my diapers and played with myself.

At that time I had my first girlfriend and she always wore pantyhose they became an obsession for me both on her but also in the catalogues. I loved the pictures almost as much as the feel of them. I was either masturbating looking at the photos, dry humping against her pantyhose covered crotch or bottom and then I discovered taking a pair of my moms wrapping it around penis and jerking off.

With the discovery lingerie catalogues happened together with the
discovery of my mother’s interest in lingerie and her growing collection which coincided with her starting to date following the end of my parent’s marriage. To put it candidly she had a very active and varied social life. More on this in the next chapter.

While I always had an interest in little girlish undergarments growing up specifically petticoats, frilly panties, and opaque tights that all were

focused around my love of being in diapers all of a sudden there was a change in direction. Don’t get me wrong the diaper/plastic pants desire never went away but now there was an added dimension of sexy lingerie.

It all turned me on but I started to develop an interest in girdles and full figured women who at the time were the ones modelling the girdles and all-in-one body briefers. Was it the girdles or the full-figured women or was it even the older women who caught my sexual interest? 

Perhaps it was a combination of all of the above.

This was the late 1970’s and at the time lingerie catalogues and the increased space they took in the mundane department store catalogues was starting to grow.

The Victoria’s Secret catalogue appeared in 1977 but sadly it never mad it’s way into my mother’s home. The  golden age of women’s lingerie (1980’s and early 1990’s) was just around the corner and for a lingerie addict and sissy like me it was pure heaven.

Teenage Years - (Chapter 4 Part 6 - Becoming Obsessed with Masturbation)

Like all boys once we hit puberty, we discover the joys of masturbation, and I was no different. However, when I was 16 I became obsessed with it and I was humping my pillow or playing with myself 4-5 times a day. Not 100% sure what brought it on but it was probably a combination of discovering my mom's lingerie drawers when she was not home as well as the Woodward’s, Eaton’s and Sears catalogues around our home were filled with pages of lingerie and lastly hearing and sometimes spying on my mom having sex. More on those topics later.

As I was in diapers every night and loved the feeling of the soft cloth against my penis I was usually masturbating in my diapers. I must confess I was loving the feeling of diapers and rubbing myself even as a little boy. At first, I would lay there and rub myself through the plastic pants; I loved the smooth feeling as well as the swishing sound of the plastic pants and would do this as soon as I went to bed and again in the morning in what was always my wet diaper which felt even more wonderful.

In the early days my mom caught me occasionally and she took a dim view of masturbation and would caution me that the Lord took a dim view of it as well. I would be more careful for a short period of time and do it quietly but it was not nearly as fun because I loved to furiously rub my cock so when my mom was not around I would do it over and over until she came home. Inevitably, I would be caught again and chastised or made to "write lines" quoting a verse from the Bible that she believed dealt with masturbation.

How I humped my pillow

As time went on, I discovered the joy of laying on my pillow in my diapers and humping away rubbing myself against the pillow but with this I started to become careless in my excitement and vigorous because now my bed was squeaking or banging against the wall which my mom obviously noticed.

I remember one evening I was humping away and after I had cum, I rolled off my pillow and was horrified to see my mom standing in the open doorway with her arms folded across her chest. To say she was upset was an understatement because she was mad in fact the angriest,

I had ever seen her.  She came in grabbed me by the arm and was

My diapers were this thick at night

yelling at me demanding an explanation. I just stammered and didn't say anything so for the first time in my life she slapped me across the face, took me by the arm and made me stand up, turned me around and swatted my bum a few times. It obviously didn't hurt because of my padded bottom but I was still shocked by it and especially her rant about how it was against our faith and family values. The next morning, she took me to see Pastor Eric and I received a strong talking to about how masturbating was against family values and sinful. I spent the rest of the days sitting at the kitchen table righting the lines: 

2 Timothy 2:22 – “Flee also youthful lusts: but follow righteousness, faith, charity, peace, with them that call on the Lord out of a pure heart.”

I remember the irony of it all because my mom then went out shopping and no sooner was, she gone did I put my hand between my legs and start rubbing myself.

My mom's solution to my masturbation was to purchase a Fisher Price Baby Monitor and put it in my room. I thought I was pretty smart by just unplugging it when I went to bed and started quietly humping the pillow or rubbing the front of my plastic pants then when I was done, I plugged it back in this seemed to work for a period of time but one day I came home and my bedroom door had been removed and also so was the monitor.  What I had not realized was that my mom had just moved the monitor from the nightstand then plugged it into a plug that was behind my bed and placed the monitor under my bed out of sight.

I thought I would just outsmart her by waiting until she went to bed then I would go back to my merry ways. Within minutes she was at my door, and I would be in trouble, this happened over and over and I just assumed it was because without a door to my room she could hear me. I had no idea it was the monitor that was signaling my naughty behavior.  I then started my jerking off during the day when my mom was either in the basement or her sewing room or in the yard but every time, she was at my door followed by a lecture and more lines. I had not realized that the baby monitor came with a little hand held receiver that she could have clipped to her belt on in her pocket.

One Sunday after church I was threatened with more severe repercussions to bring an end to my sinful behavior. Once again it was a visit to the Pastor, and he told my mother and I that the church condones the use of corporal punishment in situations of immoral or repeated poor behavior. I recall my mom was not keen on that idea especially because she really was not very strict with me my entire life. It was only this masturbating that she took a dim view on and was the first time she really got angry with me.  The situation was made more complicated because she and Pastor Eric soon were dating and he started to have more influence on her and on my lack of discipline.

Teenage Years - (Chapter 4 Part 5 - My First Girlfriend)

Having female friends was wonderful for me, I felt so comfortable in that "friend zone" but to be completely honest I started to feel some yearnings for more than just being friends. My biggest issue with moving forward was fear of rejection, and if I were rejected, losing the girl as a friend. In addition, the 5 girls in our little group felt comfortable with me as a friend that they constantly talked about boys they had "secret crushes" on, and I was nothing like any of those guys.

As time went on one girl, Elise, who was in 9th grade and the youngest of the girls started to make subtle advances like making sure she sat beside me, inviting me over earlier than the others, touching my arm, inviting me to go to movies or just hang out without the other. Naturally being so inexperienced and insecure I missed all these hints so eventually she just asked me if I wanted to be her boyfriend. You would think that since she was now my girlfriend, I would feel comfortable with taking the initiative sexually but again I was hesitant and insecure.   After a month all we had done was soft kisses good night until one evening while we were watching TV, she took the initiative and we started making out. 

Within seconds I had an erection, and I was in heaven, and it only got better when she took my hand and placed it on her breast and I started feeling her through her blouse. Things progressed slowly but now I was experiencing normal teenage boy sexual adventures. It was not long before I slipped by hand inside her blouses and then touched her bare breasts. Much to my embarrassment the first time she touched my cock through my pants and rubbed it I immediately had an orgasm. We were soon touching and groping every chance we had which was usually on Friday or Saturday nights when my mom went out on her frequent dates.

Since we were spending more time at my house now, eventually Elise noticed that my room looked like a girl's room and without really having an explanation why I told her that I liked to dress up like a little girl sometimes. I was both relieved and mortified when she told me that she had heard rumours at school that I liked girly things and that I wore diapers. I remember blushing horribly and figuring those things were over, but she didn't seem to care and she never said anything else about it.

For the next few months our sexual adventures were at the point where I would play with her breasts, and I particularly loved to suck on her nipples. She was now taking my penis in her hands and stroking me, but she never gave me a blow job. I didn't really care, and I always thought it was weird when I spied on my mom having sex and she was sucking her boyfriend's penis. My biggest worries were that I knew my penis was very small and much to my horror I was always having an orgasm very quickly.  

Elise almost always wore pantyhose, and I loved the feeling of them against my legs. I would often touch her legs and loved the sensation. I sometimes would cautiously let my hand slide up a little further up her leg and she would push my hand away.  She confided in me that she was not ready to have sexual intercourse and she was very self conscious about me seeing her naked or even being partially naked.   I begged her to let me touch her legs, bum and privates even through her pantyhose and she agreed. 

I think this is where my addiction to women in pantyhose began. I loved to feel her thighs through the nylon and especially loved to caress her bum while we made out on the sofa. I think it helped that I rarely pushed the issue and often she was the one who initiated our cuddling and groping time. Sucking on her nipples while I touched her pussy through the panties and pantyhose was our favourite activity. I would orgasm multiple times during these sessions which was both embarrassing and wonderful. 

We never ended up having sex but evolved to the point where she would leave her bra, panties and pantyhose on and I would be naked, and we would dry hump and I would rub my cock against her pantyhose covered pussy in a missionary style or I would rub it against her bum in doggy position or just rub myself against her pantyhose covered legs and cum over her pantyhose.

We dated for over a year until I graduated high school and moved back to North Vancouver with my mom where I would attend Capilano College.  Our little group stayed together the entire time and none of the other girls said anything or seemed bothered by us dating. 

Elise was self conscious because she was a larger girl, she was tall and well developed with a big round ass and large breasts. Eventually we would spend time in bed, and she would not wear her bra and I lovingly suckled on her nipples for the longest time while my hand caressed every part of her pantyhose covered legs, bum and pussy. Eventually she told me and showed me what she was most self conscious about after much begging and pleading especially after I shared about my desires to wear little girl clothing and my diaper desires. 

One day when we were groping, she took my hand and slid it inside her pantyhose and placed my hand on her pussy. Elise had very large pussy lips that hung down as well as they were very swollen. I was touching my first pussy and had no idea that this was unusual.  She guided my hand and showed me how to make her feel good and then she guided my hand to her clit which I could feel was sticking out in between my fingers.  I will never forget the day I made her have an orgasm by guiding my hand and fingers between her legs.

To this day I love a woman in pantyhose and have been fascinated by large swollen and long hanging lips.  Little did I know that her large swollen and low hanging pussy lips was very uncommon, and I never again had the pleasure of seeing and touching such lovely pussy lips.

Elise's pussy lips were almost this large and swollen

Teenage Years - (Chapter 4 Part 4 - My Friendships with Girls)

Not since my early friendship with Erin did I feel comfortable around girls but now I was surrounded by girls 3-4 afternoons a week after school and I was loving it. We had common interests and there was a level of comfort. I think the fact that they all knew I was different and for the lack of a better word was a “sissy” they felt comfortable and not threatened by me. 

For the most part I felt more comfortable around the girls that were younger than me. I still felt uncomfortable with the girls in my grade and 12^th grade because they were more mature and all they talked about was boys. It started off innocently with girls asking if I would like a ride home with their mom at the end of the club time.  With the school being very Christian oriented they were friendly and welcoming.

It was not long before a group of us started getting together on weekends in the afternoon to cook and bake together at a different person’s home each weekend. Since it was mostly the younger girls and I getting together it was very casual and carefree without any pretensions of there being any interest in dating or romantic interest for the most part at least by me. Looking back though I should have caught onto the signals from a few of the girls such as them touching my hand or arm often and hugging me when we saw each other or left.

When we had the cooking/baking gatherings at my house I noticed that my mom was very happy to see me enjoying myself and feeling comfortable. She was perhaps a little too friendly and

was around us more than I had wanted. Since my room was right beside the bathroom, I was worried that one of them had seen my room when they had gone to the bathroom earlier.  I didn't want my friends to see that my room was one of those little girl rooms complete with canopy bed that was so popular in the day and in the Sears catalog.I was so upset with my mom, and she claimed that she had left the door out of force of habit.

When I finished complaining to my mom and returned to the kitchen, I was mortified to see out through the sliding doors of the dining room which faced the backyard that my mom had hungout the laundry to dry on the clothes line because it was a nice warm

October day. Amongst the towels and sheets, she had also hung my diapers plastic pants, ruffled panties and one of my frilly dresses. I went running to my mom and she again claimed that she had forgotten I had friends over and she quickly took down my clothing.

When I returned to the kitchen none of the girls said anything but there was no way they didn’t see them because the kitchen window overlooked the backyard, and the clothesline was in full view. I was so upset for the rest of the day not just because I was so embarrassed but also that I worried that I would be shunned by the group.

Thankfully nothing seemed to change. Over time we started going to movies together and other activities almost every weekend. A couple of the girls were even in a square dance club, and they invited me to participate. I remember they were shocked that I knew how to square dance already. Alas when I attended, I dressed and acted like a male partner. Seeing the girls in their crinolines, big puffy dresses and getting peaks at their ruffled panties inevitably had me develop an erection and when I got home, I often would put me outfits on and enjoy the feelings of wearing frills and ruffles. I would often lay on my bed and rub myself through the ruffled panties until I would cum in my panties. 

Our little friend group remained intact until I graduated, and I even stayed friends with a few of the girls after we had moved back to North Vancouver, and I began attending Capilano college. In fact, I remained close to two of the girls into my early 20’s and had begun the next chapter in my sissy life.

 

Teenage Years - (Chapter 4 Part 3 - Accepting my Feminine Role)

As 11^th grade progressed, I began not to feel ashamed about my interests in things that were not stereotypically male. While it was not all wonderful times, I felt better about myself as I got older, sure there were times that I was ruthlessly teased and bullied at school I ignored it as best I could. The teasing and bullying did bring the stress induced wetting again so I often wore thin cloth diapers and plastic pants to school and the nighttime wettings became more severe. I loved cooking, cleaning, and sewing it brought me comfort and I was very good at it. I don’t feel that there was a correlation between the interest in traditional female roles with the home and my love of feminine attire they were mutually exclusive. I was a home body and I found that cooking and cleaning were relaxing.

I was never so happy as when I was at home doing traditionally female chores and activities. Little did I know that in a few short years I would

have that opportunity when I met an older gentleman who nurtured and encouraged my feminine desires. It was also at this time when I first saw on TV a provocative maid's uniform during a skit on a comedy show like  Benny Hill.

While I was not athletic in the normal sense when it came to sports, I had a natural aptitude towards golf. My parents were members of a private golf club in North Vancouver and when I was younger, I would tag along and play or go to the driving range. Even then I seemed to have a natural aptitude towards the game. When my mom starting dating when I was in 11^th grade the man, she was dating was an avid golfer and she encouraged me to go along one Sunday afternoon to Mission golf & Country Club where he was a member. I think part of it was to help us get to know each other better. Apparently, he thought I was some sort of prodigy because I shot I the low 80’s and had not played golf in probably 4 or 5 years.

He encouraged me to try out for the school golf team that spring, but I was not interested in being art of the “guys” at school. I continued to play golf casually during my last two years in school, but I preferred to go play late I the afternoon by myself or I just joined up with adults rather than play with people nearer my own age. 

Even with golf I remember wishing I could wear the skirts or dresses that the players on the LPGA Tour wore but alas that never happened.

Teenage Years - (Chapter 4 Part 2 - My School Guidance Counsellor)

When my mother and I joined the church which was indirectly associated with school my mother was very open with both and let them know that I was not a normal boy emotionally as well as other things. I don’t think gender identity was even a term then but I’m sure that’s how I would have been classified now. I personally don’t think I had difficulty identifying with my gender I just enjoyed frills and girlish clothing and that role.

I was assigned a Guidance Counsellor when I arrived, and I was blessed to have been assigned a lovely younger lady rather than one of the traditional old school types. The counsellors were there for emotional support and help guide us through our teenage years. Looking back there was a heavy emphasis in making sure we towed the religious line according to the church doctrine. In simple terms no drinking, drugs, sex, no rebellious behavior, and volunteer for church, school, and community-based activities.

Miss Brown was so kind, and she understood I was struggling socially, and she really encouraged me to join some of the many small clubs that the school and church organized. Other than golf I was not interested in anything that remotely was focused on boys, so she asked me what I enjoyed doing at home and on weekends. I was embarrassed to admit I loved cooking, baking, sewing things with my mom, etc. All clearly very traditional female activities.

I ended up going the Baking Club, Cooking Club and Sewing Club in 11^th grade and I struggled to fit in the first month or so, naturally I was the only boy in these clubs. There were lots of giggles and snickers from some of the girls, but Miss Brown gently prodded me to keep attending as well as sit with any of the girls who were shy or appeared to not be fitting in as well.  I suspect Miss Brown spoke with the teachers who were leading the clubs because the next time I attended each of them suggested I sit with a specific girl.

Teenage Years – (Chapter 4 Part 1 – Discovering My Direction)

In the weeks leading up to the start of 11^th Grade we receive Aptitude and Vocational Testing followed by meeting with counsellors to go over the results and on the first day of school there was a Career Day where we could meet with people working in various industries.

My Aptitude Testing results showed that I was number oriented and analytical but did not have an aptitude toward sciences and the general feeling was that I would be most suited for Business and Accounting which was not surprising because I had taken a course in basic bookkeeping in 10^th grade and loved it.  As a side note the alternate field recommended was in the service industry.  Ironic considering that three short years later I became a “sissy maid”. (That will be the next chapter of my blog)

Going to university for 4-5 years to obtain a Bachelor of Commerce degree did not appeal to me in terms of time involved but also, I did not want to be required to take loads of math and a few required science courses. I also knew by then that I really wanted to get some freedom and get away from my mother. There was no money for me to live on campus either, so my inclination was to enter the Business Management programs at either BCIT or Capilano College. Since I would not need to take as many prerequisite courses to qualify for university I focused my courses during my last two years in high school on accounting, bookkeeping, typing and economics. Being a very traditional based school, they offered lots of courses in Home Economics and while my academic counsellor saw no harm in taking those although I remember him saying it was a little unconventional for a boy to take courses that were geared towards girls. Being the late 1970’s things were still pretty gender specific which was exacerbated by the traditional nature of this school.

Teenage Years – (Chapter 4)

 As I entered 11^th Grade in September it was the start of many changes for me socially, my sexual interests as well as general development. There were so many different factors that all came about within a short period of time:

             1.    Discovering my direction.

2.    My school guidance counsellor.

3.    Accepting feminine role

4.    Girls were my primary friends

5.    My first girlfriend

6.    Masturbation

7.    Discovery of lingerie catalogues

8.    Exhibitionism

9.    Learned about sex

10.  Sexual awakening

11.  Corporal punishment

             12.  Return to Vancouver

Rather than write about my last two years in school chronologically I thought I would share these topics individually.