Growing Up One Afternoon When I Was Sixteen

Pretty. That's what I was called when I was thirteen. I was in an accident and my face was cut and nerves in my cheek were damaged, resulting in a crooked smile, a lower eye lobe, and a nonresponsive cheek. That and a scar that turned red when I was embarrassed.

The rest of me was normal, I had decent tits, a decent ass, legs and hair. I used makeup on the scar, but the facial paralysis was permanent and I had to live with it.

I got a part time job when I was sixteen at the golden arches. A guy came in and ordered to eat in. He talked to me, told me I had nice tits. It embarrassed me, he asked me if I'd been fucked. I was terribly self conscious, he pointed to a motorcycle and said he wanted to take me for a ride.

I hung on to him, he was riding fast. He took me to an apartment complex. Once inside he told me to let my tits out. Sucking on my nipples he worked my pants down, lowered his face to lick me, getting me down on the floor where he ate me. He crawled over me and fucked me.

He dropped me back off near the Mickey D's. I walked home, I got home in time to put dinner on. My mother came in while I was setting the table. She pulled me around, my top was on inside out. "What have you been doing?". She knew, stripped me out of my pants, his semen in my underpants. There wasn't anything that could be done, except hope I wasn't pregnant.

I became a woman, my mother never treated me like a girl again.