I was always different than other girls. I remember the time I stumbled upon my dad’s collection of dirty magazines. I was probably nine or 10 years old, and instead of being grossed out or ashamed, I was fascinated! I kept flipping through the pages, looking at all the beautiful naked ladies, wondering what it would be like to look like them. I didn’t have to wait long. In short time my breasts started to develop, and by the time I started middle school, I had bigger boobs than most of the other girls.
I also discovered masturbation in middle school. One day I was rifling through the closet in the hallway, looking for a beach towel, when I found a hand-held muscle massager way in the back. I had heard some things at school about vibrators, so naturally I was curious. I ran off to my room with my new prize and tucked it away for later. When I went to bed that night, I pulled the massager out of its hiding place and tentatively turned it on, nervous about how loud it might be. Luckily, it wasn’t that loud.