My name is Ellie. I’ve always had problems with boys. I don’t like them but I know I’m supposed to. I was too young to realise it at first but it gradually dawned on me through the years that other girls had some sort of attraction that was completely alien to me. They talked about their hair or eyes or how cute they were and all I could see was how shallow, rude and uncaring they were. The first boy to show an interest in me, pulled me aside and asked if I wanted to see his ‘giant cock’. The repulsion flowed like a wall of sick that ran through me and almost emptied my breakfast over his school shirt. I could not understand why I would want to see it but he extricated it from his pants and the limp, scraggly, wrinkled worm he pulled out finally broke the tenuous control I had over my stomach and he yelled as curdled milk and soggy, gelatinous wheat-things emptied onto his shirt and pants.