Just My Size

I got a My Size Barbie! So, I took her to school with me, and Sephy took me home to play in her playhouse.

Sephy’s name is Josephine, not Sephany, but her brother’s named Joey, so she can’t say that for short, it’s too confusing.

She threw a whole bunch of clothes in a pillow case so we could go play dressup, but she’s not really My Size. I’m a big girl now, and I’ve got all my big girl teeth, and so is Sephy, so none of her clothes would fit.

We took off her dress, and Sephy said “She doesn’t have anything in her crotch, either.”

I shook my head, “She’s a Barbie doll, Barbie doesn’t have a pussy, none of them do.” Just like the little ones, she doesn’t even have a pee hole, or a hole in her mouth for a bottle, because she’s not a baby, and she doesn’t drink from a bottle to wet her diapers. She doesn’t wear diapers either, she’s a grownup, she has a boyfriend, and everything!

“Huh!” She sighed, and started taking her clothes off, so she could put on something prettier. There wasn’t really enough room in there for the 3 of us, so she put Barbie out on the porch, and I took off my school clothes to put on a pretty Princess dress.

Then, she told me a story: Her mommy had a friend over for a sleep over, so her daddy had to sleep on the couch, but he wasn’t in the doghouse. They don’t have a doghouse, just a playhouse, but then he got up, and looked in their door.

Sephy couldn’t see what her mommy and her girlfriend were doing, but her daddy did. So, he got a stiffy, and pulled it out of his pajamas to play with it. It was big, and hairy, and full of mayo.

“Nu uh,” I shook my head, “That’s called sperm.”

She giggled, “I know, but I call it mayo, because it looks like a hot dog!”

“Oh,” I shook my head. “Nobody puts mayo on hot dogs, except Canadians.” They put gravy on their French fries, too.

“Oh, well it doesn’t look like mustard, or catchup, so I call it mayo. So anyway, it’s okay for girls to do it, it’s not gay, and they can’t get pregnant.”

“I know, but how do they do it? Lesbians, that’s called lesbians.”

“I know, but I didn’t get to see mommy play with her lesbian friend, and I couldn’t ask daddy. So I just shut the door, before he turned around.”

“Well, I heard they lick pussy, but do you want to lick me, or should I lick you?”

“We both can lick each other at the same time, if we turn around. That’s called 69, because it looks like the number 69.”

“I know.” So, we tried that, and then she got up to hold her thumb out, and show me how you do it to a boy. That’s called a blow job, but I didn’t tell her that, with my mouth full. Then, she got down, so I could stand up, and she could suck my thumb, but I told her “I don’t like that as much as playing lesbians.”

“Okay,” she wiped her mouth, and I wiped my thumb off on out clothes, piled up on the kitchen/table. It’s like a kitchen, painted on the table, but it’s part of the walls in 1 corner, so you can’t pull it out, and bring chairs to sit around it. “I have an idea, get up here.”

I tried climbing up on the table, and the clothes were stuffed in a pillow case, so I stuffed those in the corner to use as a pillow, and she pulled me out to the other corner, so she could get up between my legs, and stick her thumb in there.

“Uh, ow!”

“Sorry, I know it hurts, but it’ll get better, I promise.” I cried, so she had to stop, and sit me up, and hug me until I stopped crying, but it only hurt for a little while. “Huh!”

“Now, it’s your turn.” So, we switched places, only she bent over in the corner, so she could hold the clothes up under her face while I nailed her from behind. I liked that much much better, because her butt squished ever time I stuck her thumb in there, and I have a little puff in front.

My baby belly went away, but I still have a little baby fat left up front. So, it’s soft, and it didn’t hurt when I hit my fist, playing the boy. I giggled, because I remember the 6 graders pumping their fists, to call each other jerkoffs, for jerking off. That’s how boys do it, but I didn’t have a dick to jerk off. Just my thumb, but when she played the boy, I thought her fingers kinda looked like balls. If you don’t look too close, and use your imagination, but it was just pretend.

I don’t know if I’m really a lesbian, but I know I’m not really a boy. Sephy neither, so I had to try it with a real boy to find out which one I like better. “Uh!” I think I hit it a little too hard, because then I felt something. Inside, I thought I broke something in there, but then I remember she did. So, when I started twitching inside, I guess that made the the fresh wound hurt, but then it felt good. “Oh, huh!” I sat down, and she covered up my mouth.

“Sh!” She looked around, but we had the door closed. Top, and bottom, the windows weren’t real. Just a pictures on the walls, like the kitchen/table.

“Mhn hm!” I finally stopped, and pushed her hand away, so I could breathe through my mouth. “Ew,” I wiped blood off my nose, from her thumb.

“Oh,” she licked it up, and sucked her thumb. Then, she made a face, “I don’t like catchup on my hot dog any more then mayo.” She joked, and we got a good laugh, while we put our clothes on.

“Your not a virgin.” I figured out, because I didn’t break anything, and she didn’t start bleeding.

“Not any more,” she kissed me, “Thanks.”

“Well, what happened to your cherry?”

“Oh, I broke that with Kenny.” She nodded.

“Who’s Kenny?”

“You know, my Ken doll?” I giggled, and she giggled too. “He’s not a real boy, so he doesn’t count.”

“Oh yeah, but he doesn’t have a penis.”

“No, but he has a head!”

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