"At least I have some friends at school.", thought Stacey. Some of them were even boys. This didn't mean those boys that spoke with her were really interested in the way that she felt or thought of her as a girl. They saw her more as a tomboy that was "just one of the guys". She could never relate to them with some of the new and fresh emotions that she was growing to feel.

Once she had sat next to a boy in study hall and looking over, saw that he had hidden an adult magazine inside of his textbook.

She could see the boy's intense stare at the girl pasted on the centerfold. it was time that she realized that in order for her to fit into this world, she would have to make adjustments and start doing things with more of an adult attitude. Maybe girls could be good little examples in public, but she had to learn how to get them interested in her in private.

Stacey had been almost asleep, there in that beautiful clearing in the woods, when she heard the footsteps of someone approaching. She glanced up and saw that it was one of the boys from earlier. He walked over to her and said that his name was Thomas. He was out on a boyscout outing and they had sneaked off from the rest of the troop to explore for something different that just tying knots. Stacey gave him the once over and noticed that though he was now wearing gym shorts, the sun shone directly behind him and she could see almost through them.

His manhood now seemed much larger than it had from the distance above the river.

Thomas asked her where she was from and Stacey said that she lived in the city about ten miles North of the forest. He then sat besides her and noticed that her one tennis shoe was off. She explained to him how she had twisted her ankle. It had been a silly accident and for him to ignore it.