Teen Angel by Sonia Pilcer Page A

it?”
    “You are thick. Do I have to spell everything out?”
    “You mean, she did it with more than one person?”
    “You win an award for smarts, Sonny.”
    “God!”
    “What’s your secret?” D.B. asked.
    “Mine is much worse. Please promise you won’t say anything, ever. Even if we have a fight or someday you hate my guts and can’t stand me. Do you promise?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Okay,” Sonny began nervously. “Do you ever touch yourself?”
    “You mean, down there?” D.B. asked.
    Sonny nodded.
    “I have.”
    “So have I.”
    “So?”
    “A lot,” Sonny said shamefully.
    “So?”
    “Do you think you can hurt yourself doing that?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “This is really private.” Sonny looked close to tears.
    “What’s the matter?” D.B. asked softly.
    Sonny bit her bottom lip. “I’ve become deformed down there.”
    “What do you mean?” D.B. asked, a look of fright crossing her face.
    “My mother warned me but I couldn’t help it even though I really tried not to. Once she caught me while I was watching television with a blanket over me. Anyway, she said I’d become deformed and something else too.” A tear ran down Sonny’s left cheek.
    “Come on,” D.B. said, reaching out to put her arms around Sonny. “What else?”
    “She said-oh, I just can’t tell you this …”
    “Go on,” D.B. said.
    “Please don’t ask me,” Sonny said, turning away from D.B.
    “It’s okay. You can tell me. We’re best friends, right?”
    “She said,” Sonny took a deep breath, trying to stop crying. “That I won’t be able to hold my piss!” she blurted. “That I’d lose control. And the worst part of it is that it’s begun to happen.”
    “First of all,” D.B. said, “how are you deformed?”
    “It’s stretched out of shape. I have these two things that hang there. I swear, it looks like a boy’s.”
    “I don’t believe you. Show me.”
    “I can’t. I just can’t,” Sonny said, her body shaking with sobs. “Please don’t ask me.”
    “Come on,” D.B. urged her gently.
    “Believe me. I can’t.”
    “Maybe you’re not deformed. I promise I won’t laugh at you. Now just raise yourself and let me see.”
    Sonny grounded her arms on the bottom of the tub and slowly raised her torso above the water until
it
could be seen.
    “It looks like everyone else’s,” D.B. said, bending over to inspect it.
    “But you haven’t seen under the hair. The hair hides it.” Sonny parted her pubic hairs until
IT
was in full view.
    “What’s wrong with it?” D.B. asked.
    “Don’t lie to me,” Sonny said fiercely. “LOOK AT IT!”
    “I swear it doesn’t look any different than mine.”
    “Do you have this?” Sonny asked, pulling out the lips which hung about half an inch.
    “Of course! That’s what they’re supposed to look like,” D.B. said. “Look!” She stood up in the tub and showed Sonny her vagina.
    “Yours sticks out too!” she exclaimed. “I don’t get it. Mine didn’t use to. Before I touched it. I had nothing on the outside, like Cathy, the girl I baby-sit for.”
    “How old is she?” D.B. asked.
    “About ten.”
    “That’s why, dopey. You are, as Mrs. Weber in Hygiene would say, sexually mature down there.”
    “You mean it?”
    “Of course. My mother and sister look like that too.”
    “But do you get wet down there sometimes? Not when you’re going to the bathroom, I mean?”
    “Sure. That just means you’re horny.”
    “Me?” This time, Sonny’s tears were from relief.
She was normal. Thank God!
    “What’s the matter?” D.B. asked affectionately.
    “I really love you,” Sonny said.
    “Okay, so stop with the tears already.”
    Grabbing the edge of the tub, Sonny stood up and gave D.B. the biggest hug she could manage. It was only when she felt her breasts against her that she realized she had hugged another woman, both of them naked. “I mean it,” she said, kissing D.B. on the cheek.
    “We’re best friends, but no lezzie