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Chapter 6

        A cool breeze filtered through Elizabeth's bedroom.  She loved this
time of year.  The days grew ever longer.  The snow was long gone.  Flowers
bloomed.  Even Elizabeth managed to feel happy in the springtime.  She had
turned twelve during the winter.

        Her past year had been rough.  She had always had jet black hair
and a round face.  She began favoring dark clothes, even black.  Her mother
said black was a very practical color and highlighted her black hair.  She
had no idea what the dingbat meant.  A light color would have made her hair
stand out.  Thanks to a movie that had come out the previous Thanksgiving
she earned the nickname "Wednesday Addams".  She learned she shared the
same exact birthday with Christina Ricci making the connection even more
disturbing.  But none of that mattered at the moment.

        Elizabeth slept in a simple nightgown.  She had to wear a bathrobe
over it while outside her bedroom because it had become too revealing
thanks to her growth.  Another small gust filled the room and filled her
with elation.

        She reached under her nightgown with her right hand and felt her
left breast.  She had recently developed small buds on her chest.  They
usually hurt like hell and were tender.  Her mother bought her several bras
and she refused to wear them all.  Her mother bought them too big saying
she would grow into them.  Her nipples would rub against the fabric and it
drove Elizabeth bonkers and not in a good way.  She hated the feeling of
the bra wrapped around her chest and decided if boys didn't have to wear
them, why should she?

        Tonight her breasts felt good.  She enjoyed touching them.

        She quickly pulled her hand away and stared at the ceiling.

        "What is wrong with me?"

        Elizabeth returned her hand to her breast.  She massaged her nipple
between her thumb and forefinger.  It felt so good.  She sat up and removed
her nightgown, stuffing if under her sheets.  She lied there naked.  She
felt so naughty.

        She returned her right hand to her breast.  She smiled, took in a
deep breath, and moved her hand to her cunt.  She was soaking wet.

        "I'm ovulating."

        She gently played with her pussy lips wondering if she was really
ovulating or was she just really turned on.  Did girls ovulate before their
first period?

        "What am I doing?  I'm giving myself a biology lesson while I'm
playing with myself?"

        She decided to play with her other breast with her left hand while
she probed herself with her right.  Immediately she spasmed, her butt and
back lifting off the bed.  Each touch from either hand triggered another
spasm.  When she couldn't take any more she stopped and lied with her arms
against her side.  She kicked off the sheets and tried to cool off.

        "Wow."

        She cupped her hands and held them over her face in a subconscious
effort to control her breathing.

        "Ew."

        She smelled her right hand.

        "I guess that's what pussy smells like."

        Elizabeth suddenly became aware of her surroundings again.  She
pulled her covers back up over her and quickly slipped her nightgown back
on.  She worried her parents had heard her.  Since they were breeders they
obviously knew what sex sounded like.

        She rolled over onto her side, closed her eyes, and quickly fell
asleep.


Chapter 7

        Elizabeth turned on her IBM PS/2 computer.  It booted up and gave
her the familiar C:\> prompt.

        Last fall's harvest was good.  The man at the bank suggested her
dad buy a computer to manage the farm.  All good business owners used
computers.  Her dad got it home and didn't have a clue what to do with it.
 Elizabeth used computers at school, but her brother absconded with it.
 She could hear him and his friends playing a series of games called
"Leisure Suit Larry" that apparently involved getting some computer
generated sleaze bag laid.  Her brother had enlisted and was off at
bootcamp.  So Elizabeth claimed the computer for herself.  Once she deleted
all the porn off it, she had more than enough disk space to work.

        She downloaded a diary program from a local BBS.  What she liked
about it was her electronic diary was encrypted.  She had never kept a
paper diary because she didn't trust her mother to mind her own business.
 Since the brain damaged woman couldn't even turn on a computer, much less
crack a long, meaningless password, her thoughts were safe.  She opened the
program and added another entry.

        It's happening.  My worse fear is coming true.  I knew something
was wrong with me the night I masturbated.  I felt so gross!  My body was
craving dick, my gooey cervical mucus begging to envelope a man's filth and
carry his seed into my wretched uterus so I could overpopulate the earth
and become a stupid, feebleminded breeding bitch like my mother.  I can't
believe I touched myself!  (But it did feel good!!!)
        I feel sick, like I ate bad food, but it's down low.  I've been
more grumpy than usual.  I've tried to be strong and embrace it like that
nurse told me, but I feel weak and angry and I just want to punch a boy in
the balls so he can start to understand how girls feel.  I'm starting to
believe in God because only a man could do this to a woman.  What possible
evolutionary sense could this make to cripple half the human population
every month?
        This is it!  I am going to get my period.  Whatever fucking deity
who decided to do this to women, I hope you're fucking happy!  And you
better hope we never meet because I'm going to rip your fucking eyeballs
out and beat you to death with a shovel!

        Elizabeth reread her diary entry, saved it, watched it encrypt, and
turned her computer off.  She walked downstairs.  Both of her parents were
fast asleep.  Her father was snoring.  The television was on, the volume
turned up so loud that people in Omaha could probably hear it.  She entered
her parents' bedroom and went into the bathroom.  She grabbed a handful of
maxi pads and tampons.  She carried them up to her room and stuffed them
into her backpack.  She didn't feel sexy and thought her usual nightgown
was too revealing so she wore panties, shorts, and a t-shirt to bed.


Chapter 8

        Elizabeth's alarm went off.  She sat up.  Her head was throbbing.
 She got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom.  She was thankful for
one small thing in her life.  She was not expected to help out on the farm.
 Her brother had been.  Some of her friends were on their family farms.
 For whatever reason she was exempt.  She assumed it was because she was a
girl and her father thought her incompetent.  But in this case she was
happy for a little chauvinism.

        She remembered she was a girl!  Elizabeth inspected her panties.
 Clean as a whistle.  She undressed, showered, and got ready for school.

        She picked her black jeans and plain black long sleeve shirt.
 Elizabeth slipped on a pair of panties, slid on the jeans, and put on the
top.  She again decided against a bra.  Some of the teachers had been
pulling girls aside and telling them the school dress code mandated bras
for girls.  She was aghast!  How could they mandate that?  Her boobs were
still barely noticeable, especially under the oversized shirts she
preferred.

        Elizabeth was ready.  She stood in her room and stared at the front
pocket of her backpack.

        "I just have a feeling."

        She reached in, took out a pad, and went back to the bathroom.
 Elizabeth pulled her pants and panties down to her knees.  She had read
several times how to use a pad.  But actually doing it was something else
entirely.  She opened the yellow wrapper revealing the pad.  She knew one
end was slightly larger and went in the back.  She peeled the pad off the
wrapper and applied it to her panties.  It didn't go on smoothly and was
crooked, so she had to remove it and start again.  She got it right,
removed backing from the wings, folded them under, and pulled her pants
back up.

        The school bus dropped her and her end of the county at the middle
school.  It had been a warm spring, but the weather changed abruptly during
the night.  It was windy, cool, and starting to rain.  The weather matched
Elizabeth's mood.  She wanted to kick every boy squarely in the nuts.  If
she thought her first period math teacher, Mr. Simmons, had nuts she'd have
kicked his too.  The kids called him Richard Simmons because he was effete.
 But he was married, to a woman, with three kids.

        The morning seemed to drag on forever.  Elizabeth found school to
be so boring.  The class moved at a snail's pace and was made worse by all
of the stupid kids in her class who couldn't comprehend the simplest of
information.

        Because schools existed solely to control kids, bathroom time was
regimented.  She had no time between classes and getting teacher permission
took an act of Congress.  Her English class broke meaning it was time for
lunch.  She went into the girl's bathroom.  It was packed as usual.  She
was second in line.  The longer she had to wait the less time she had to
eat.  Two toilets flushed simultaneously and a ridiculously long length of
time later the occupants emerged.  She entered, latched the door, pulled
down her pants, sat down, and peed.  Her bowel spasmed, made a vulgar
noise, and emptied.  Elizabeth covered her nose with her arm to filter the
smell.

        "Holy shit.", she mumbled.

        She looked down and saw her pad.  She had forgotten about it.  She
had to look twice.  It was as white as the driven snow.  Elizabeth
"finished up the paperwork" as her mother used to say and exited the stall.

        The afternoon didn't go any better than the morning.  More useless
teachers regurgitating basic information to a bunch of students who acted
as if they had given birth a dozen times based on their level of stupidity.
 The day would end in the zenith of stupidity, gym class.

        Elizabeth got into the locker room.  The noise level rivaled that
of a jet engine with the pitch of scared mice.  She could never figure out
why when three or more girls got together it turned into a squeal-fest.

        She opened her locker and then had a thought.  Her pad.

        "Elizabeth, did you get your period?"

        "No."

        "Then why are you wearing a...."

        "Mind your own fucking business, okay!"

        She grabbed her shorts and t-shirt and headed to the bathroom
stalls.  Thankfully one was open.  She repeated her routine from morning,
minus the fit of diarrhea.  Her pad was still as white as bridal gown.  She
quickly changed and got out to the gym floor.  The girls were learning
volleyball while the boys played basketball.  Elizabeth did not feel like
playing.  She was normally physically active.  Not very coordinated, but
active.  She had no energy and just wanted the hour to be over.

        Elizabeth was already walking back to the locker room when her
teacher dismissed the class.  Her stomach felt like she had the shits
again.  Her walk grew to a slow jog which blossomed into a full run by the
time she entered the locker room.  She entered the stall, slammed the door
closed, latched it, and got her shorts off just in time.

        "Jesus Christ that smells."

        Elizabeth buried her nose into her armpit.  Even the smell of sweat
was better than what had come out of her.

        Then it caught her eye.

        She reacted slowly.  Putting her hand on the outside of her panties
she pushed up the crotch to see.  Blood.  The size and shape reminded her
of the commemorative smashed pennies she used to create at the county fair.

        Elizabeth felt that a smile had erupted across her face.

        "I'm a woman now."

        She wiped up and exited the stall.  Thankfully the dismissal bell
had already rung meaning most of the girls had poured out of the locker
room allowing her to change quickly in peace.


Chapter 9

        The alarm clock made its rude presence known.  Elizabeth rolled
over and shut if off.  She squinted at the digits in disbelief it was
already morning.

        Elizabeth sat down to pee.  She looked at her pad and almost
screamed.  Every square inch of it was deep red.  She started to remove it,
but couldn't find a blood-free spot anywhere.  She rolled up some toilet
paper and tried to remove it, but the fluid just soaked right through.
 Finally she just grabbed it and pulled it free revealing a large
peanut-sized bloodstain on her panties.  Gagging she rolled up the pad,
wrapped it in toilet paper and dropped it in the wastebasket.

        She went through her normal morning ritual, but decided to try a
tampon.  Like with the pad, she knew the basics, but actually doing it was
something else.  She opened the wrapper and stood with her legs apart.  She
felt oozing and a drip down the back of her thigh.  She reflexively wiped
it with her hand and saw it was in fact blood.

        "Gross."

        She wiped her hand clean and positioned the tampon.  It just
wouldn't go in.  Reluctantly she felt with her left hand and opened her
pussy lips slightly.  The tampon moved, but hit another bump.  Elizabeth
drew in a deep breath and relaxed as she pushed the tampon in her.  Once it
would go in no further she pressed the plunger, seating the cylinder of
cotton next to her cervix.  She withdrew her hands and saw both had blood
on them.

        "Gross.  Gross.  Gross."

        As a precaution she stuck a pad on.  She then washed up and headed
off to school.

        The day progressed just fine.  She changed her tampon before lunch.
 The pad was a good idea as she had bled through.  Her bowels had settled
down and had her groove back on the volleyball court.

        The bus dropped her off and she uncharacteristically practically
skipped back to her house.

        "Elizabeth!"

        She froze.  She could tell by the tone in her mother's voice
something was wrong.

        "Yes, mother?"

        Her mother entered holding the wastebasket from her bathroom.

        "Did you get your period?"

        "Mom.  That's so gross.  Yes, I got it yesterday at school."

        "Didn't the school nurse think to call me?"

        "Why?  I don't think she knew."

        "Then who did you tell?"

        "No one.  It's no one's business but my own."

        "Who gave you a... a pad?"

        "I had my own pads and tampons.  I've been carrying them with me."

        "Your own?  Tampons!  You're not using tampons are you?"

        "I'm have one in right now."

        "Oh my word, Elizabeth.  You... you shouldn't be using those.  Not
yet."

        "Why not?  I'm still a virgin."

        "Elizabeth.  I didn't start using tampons until long after your
brother was born."

        "I wanted to use them now.  I already like them better."

        She actually wasn't sure she liked them better.  When she removed
it a huge blob of blood plopped out of her onto the toilet seat.  And after
putting a new one in she looked like she had just killed a small rabbit
with a razor blade given the amount of blood on her hands.

        "I honestly don't know what's gotten into you.  Not telling your
own mother about getting your period.  Your brother was certainly not like
this."

        "When did he get HIS period mom?!?"

        "You know what I mean."

        "Whatever."

        Elizabeth went up to her room and slammed the door.


Chapter 10

        Elizabeth sat at the kitchen table with her lab partner, Brian
Mackey.  He was one of the few kids at her school whose family wasn't
connected to farming.  His dad was a dentist in town and as far as she knew
the only orthodontist in the county.

        "What value did you get for step 7?"

        "107.3 moles per gram."

        Elizabeth sighed.  "How the fuck did you get that?"

        Brian was taken aback as Elizabeth, while known for being a little
weird, wasn't known for cursing.

        "Uh...", he looked at her paper.  "That should be a 4 and not a 3."

        She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair.  She stared at
Brian for a moment.  His mouth was quietly moving, silently voicing his
thoughts.  She glanced at the clock, but realized there was no reason to do
so.  Her parents were in Des Moines for the weekend for some "Kick Clinton
Out" nonsense.  Her father became convinced the farm was failing due to
NAFTA and not his own ineptitude and intended to solve this by voting in
his opponent who also supported NAFTA.  But Dole was from Kansas, a farming
state.

        Elizabeth dropped her hands to table.

        "I need to take a break."

        Brian wrote a number down and said, "Yeah, so do I."

        "Want to go upstairs and have sex?"

        Brian looked at her and blinked a couple of times, her question not
quite registering.

        "Have sex?"

        "Yeah."

        He sat silently.

        "The usual answer to this question is 'yes'."

        "We can't have sex!"

        "Why not?  Is it me?"

        "No!  No, no it's not you.  It's..."

        "You're saving yourself for marriage, right?"

        "It's not that."

        "Come on."

        Elizabeth stood up.  Brian followed her hoping she was joking.  She
led him into her bedroom.  She closed the door, but wasn't sure why.  The
shutters in her room were always closed, she preferred the dark.  Brian
stood in the middle of the room looking very scared and lost.

        With a smirk on her face Elizabeth pulled off her t-shirt.  She had
surrendered the bra fight long ago when they started to double in size
every week.  She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and pulled it
away from her body.  Brian's mouth was slightly open.  Her sixteen year-old
body was fully developed.

        "Come on.  Off with the clothes."

        She continued stripping, pulling off her shorts and then her
panties.  She pulled the sheets back and got into bed.  Brian was still
standing.

        "I am naked and I am waiting."

        Brian cracked a smile and then quickly stripped down to his
underpants.  She could tell he was very aroused.  He took a step towards
the bed and said, "Wait."

        "What?", she said playfully.

        "We can't do this.  I..."

        "I... what?"

        "Do you have a condom?"

        "We don't need one."

        "Yeah, but AIDS and stuff."

        "Brian, I'm a virgin and I'm pretty sure you are too."

        "I don't want to get you pregnant."

        "You won't, it's the wrong time of the month."

        "Wrong time of the month?"

        "Don't you remember biology class?  Women are only fertile a few
days each month.  I'm going to get my period in a couple of days, I'm
through ovulating."

        Brian slowly removed his underwear.  His dick was long and skinny,
just like the rest of him.  The poor kid looked like he was going to tip
over forward from the weight of it.  He got into bed with her.  She took
him into his arms.  He held one arm to his side and the other lightly
touched her back.

        She kissed him and whispered into his ear, "You can touch me
anywhere."

        She reached down and took a hold of his dick.

        "Don't do that!"

        "Why?", she giggled.

        "Because.  Just.  Just don't.  It's about to go off."

        "Fine.  But you're going to have to touch me places."

        He moved his hand off her back and raked his fingers across her
left breast.

        "Okay, that's a start."

        She took hold of his hand and guided it to her womanhood.

        "Rub me right there."

        He did as instructed.  Despite the awkwardness of the situation it
did feel good to have someone touch her besides herself.

        "Where's your other hand?"

        "I'm lying on it."

        "Touch my breasts.  Mainly my nipples."

        Again he obeyed.  God this felt good.  She took in a deep breath.

        "Okay, get on top of me."

        She turned and laid on her back, opening her legs enough to
accommodate Brian.  She felt his penis along her left thigh.  She guided it
in.  Brian jerked back and forth, gasped, jerked harder, and then fell limp
on her body.

        "Wow", he mumbled.

        She felt the pulsing of his member slowly fade.

        He looked at her.  She had an "Are you serious?" look on her face.

        "Was that good?"

        "It wasn't bad."

        "I mean didn't you?  You know?"

        She slowly shook her head indicating the negative.

        "I thought girls did that when boys did it in them."

        "No, it doesn't work like that."

        He climbed off her.  She immediately put her panties and bra back
on and then turned and faced the bed as she put the rest of her clothes on.
 Brian looked like a scolded child.

        "It's okay, Brian.  It was our first time.  Let's get dressed and
get back to work."

        "Okay.  Don't tell anyone about this, okay?"

        "I don't kiss and tell."

        She checked herself out in her mirror and then returned her
attention to Brian who was fully dressed and sitting on the edge of her bed.

        "I know what I should have done.", she told him.

        "What?"

        She sat down next to him.

        "I should have played with your dick and let you cum all over
yourself.  I would then lick up your cum and put your dick in my mouth.
 Then we could have held each other and you could have fingered me until I
came.  By then you would be ready again and you could have fucked me for
ten minutes until you came again."

        She kissed him and stood up.

        "We still can!"

        She turned her nose up and him and shook her head.

        "Nah.  We need to back to chemistry."


Chapter 11

        A dull thud and bright light woke Elizabeth.  She opened her eyes,
blinking, trying to orient herself.  She sat up and realized she was naked
and uncovered.  Every light in her room was on and her shutters open,
giving anyone who happened to be standing outside a distant peek.  She
pulled the sheets over her and slipped on her nightgown.  Her alarm clock
blinked "12:00".  Thunder rumbled in the distance.

        She climbed out of bed and walked over to her computer, turning it
on.  She then went through her room turning off every light.  Her watch
said it was 1:11.  After peeing she returned to her computer.  She clicked
on the "Start" button and navigated to a new diary program she had written.
 It was more versatile than the one she had downloaded, had stronger
encryption, and kept all sorts of esoteric data such as location, time
zone, and such.  Elizabeth had always been a meticulous note taker and had
become rather OCD about it.  Almost everything that happened to her got
recorded in her digital diary.

        My cycle is just getting weirder and weirder.  I get so fucking
horny during this time of the month and my periods and PMS are getting
worse.  I would gladly give up my powerful orgasms for half powerful
orgasms just to not be so miserable later in the month.
        We've had storms all day, but they got worse by evening.  Dad's
weather alert radios kept going off.  Tornados all over the place.  We lost
power around 8:30.  I made the excuse I was tired and going to bed.  I
played with myself three times!  I really need a dildo, my fingers just
don't cut it.
        I kept thinking of Brian while I was masturbating.  I was such a
bitch to him.  But my god, how can he not know his way around a girl's body
and come two seconds after penetrating me?  Doesn't he jack off?  He's
blowing me off at school.  I so wanted to call him so I could meet him
somewhere and fuck him.  But I'd get pregnant.
        I'm thinking of shaving my twat.  It felt better when I didn't have
hair down there.  I'm also getting pissed off at my boobs.  I'm a 34C!  Mom
doesn't have boobs this big and she's spit out two kids.  She's also
yelling at me about we can't afford for me to get new bras every other
month.  As if I can help it!  And dad has Jimmy sending us money from his
Army pay.  I guess the farm isn't doing well.  Other kids are having to get
jobs.  But there aren't any jobs.  Farmers are working as cashiers at
Walmart for minimum wage.  And they're dependable unlike kids my age.
        They handed out our class rank today.  Well, technically yesterday.
 This over sexed PMS bitch box is numero uno!  That's not much of an
accomplishment at my school.  Most of the IQs hover around room temperature.
        Well, I have school tomorrow.  And I get to look forward to two
weeks of slowly descending into my own personal hormonal hell.  Looks like
I'll get my period on the last day of school.  Oh joy!  What was that
nurse's name?  The one who told me to embrace my PMS and make it work for
me during my exams.  Yeah, she was nuts.  I'm going to totally fuck them.
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