“It’s an all-girl school so it’s a safe space for you. Do you even remember what school is like? In itself, that was a dreadful enough experience, but the cold sweats mostly came from what she would have to wear. A mother had to learn the signs of the imminent flood. You’re not the one who has to walk around with a dick hanging out. It looked like a permanently unsheathed horse cock, with a ridge in the middle separating the thick dark base from the only slightly less thick pale rubbery end with a bulbous glans. At least let me wear my own skirt. Her mom was right, she had waited too long and was extremely sensitive. “Ruby, you can’t stay in your room all day, sweetie,” her mom gently knocked at the door and entered. This milking was long overdue. Ruby’s mom sighed again. She tilted the container to catch the initial batch before bringing it back on its wheels once the bottom filled up. cruel irony of a skirt? She lubed up and went to work. You can’t! She lived in constant fear of people making remarks over the long skirt she wore every single day, summer or winter, rain or shine, day or night, why she was exempted from gym class and never seen near a swimming pool,
