Puberty was the worst. At least, that was Mikey's experience so far. Twelve years old, and he'd lost complete control over everything. His best friends, Athena and Zelda, had warned him that big changes were coming. They should know, too, since they were older.
How he'd become so lucky as to make friends with girls in Zoe's class, he'd never know. The two had adopted him as some sort of mascot at first, something to parade around, but these days the relationship was much more akin to friendship than anything else. Mikey would call them and complain about his parents. The girls would take him shopping. All three would watch vampire movies. It was a real connection.
Mikey frantically rubbed the sperm out of his black skirt with a wet cloth, staring at his reflection with shame. Not that he was ashamed at how he looked. He loved the dark, brooding look of his skirt, his bodice, his stockings. It was his body that he hated! Why was it so out of control? Both of his older friends had told him to expect wet dreams, that his bed sheets would have to be cleaned more often, but nothing about it happening in the middle of the day! Honestly, if spraying sperm on himself every time he went to tell his brother about dinner, he'd rather get castrated!
It wasn't the first time, either. It always happened when he least expected it. Doing homework the night before, he'd soiled his new leather skirt. Buying groceries with his dad on the weekend, he'd erupted at the checkout, fountains of sperm escaping his tight black pants, landing on his chest and chin. That had been a bad one.
His parents told him that it was a phase, that if he didn't grow out of it soon, they'd take him to the doctor to get him checked out, but that they were sure it was nothing. It didn't feel like nothing as Mikey lifted the skirt to his nose to see if he could smell any of the remnants. Clean. He breathed a sigh of relief. It would be a few hours before he was charged up and ready to go again.
Maybe he'd take Athena's advice and start to get ahead of the game, start to masturbate on a regular basis, try to at least take some control over when and where he'd pop. Whatever the case, he knew he'd have to put it aside for now. He could hear Zoe impatiently calling for him to join the family at the dinner table.
