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13. More Misses

12. School Daze

11. Don't Be Late.

10. Encouraging results

9. A Dressing The Problem

8. The Voice...

7. Trying to Fix it...

6. All Over Again...

5. Overexposed...

4. Impulsive...

3. Better Hide That Stone...

2. What to do...

1. You Are What You Wish

Oh the hum-an-atomy.

on 2003-08-05 12:13:53

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Standing just outside the classroom, and hearing laughter from within, I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes.

'No dammit! I'm a guy.' I told myself, forcing back the tears, 'Guys don't cry.' my way of trying to hold on to my teenage masculinity.

"Jon are you alright?" it was Miss Moore.

The classroom buzzed and faces stared out at me as the door closed behind Miss Moore and we stood there alone in the hallway.

I wiped my eyes and tried to gather myself up. I considered telling her, telling an adult about the wishing stone, but thought better of it.

"I'm fine Miss Moore. I'll be OK." of course she didn't quite believe me, and sensed there was something I wasn't telling her.

Miss Moore was one of the few attractive teachers in our school, she had soft brown hair that came down past her shoulders. She always dressed conservatively at school, but that failed to hide her sensual beauty. Of course she was a teacher and was generally regarded as such by the opposing faction, the students. But she was one of the nicest teachers we'd ever known.

Putting her arm around me and looking into my eyes she asked, "Is there something wrong with you today Jon? You look a little different." And she glanced down at my groin to indicate what she meant. "Have you had an accident or something?"

With my voice the way it was, and a shallow dip in my crotch, I imagine she thought I'd been castrated or something. I didn't know what to tell her or how to respond, I needed a way out, so I reached down into my back and pulled the stone out of the box.

Miss Moore looked at the stone I held up in my fingers, and I stared into her eyes and realised I didn't know what to wish for. What could I possibly say that would make the embarassment go away, I wasn't smart enough to fix my problem, I wasn't enough of an adult to handle any of this responsibly. Miss Moore was so smart and kind and in control. The way she handled the class, I always had a lot of respect for Miss Moore.

"I wish I could be more like you Miss Moore." it just slipped out.




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