I've Changed...But I love it

I've Changed...But I love it

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

This is a story of a girl who has gone through man changes over the course of her life, and shes done things that most 40 year olds havent...and shes just turning 14,alot was diffrent for her as soon as she hit 13

Summary

This is a story of a girl who has gone through man changes over the course of her life, and shes done things that most 40 year olds havent...and shes just turning 14,alot was diffrent for her as soon as she hit 13

Chapter1 (v.1) - I've Changed...But I love it

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This is a story of a girl who has gone through man changes over the course of her life, and shes done things that most 40 year olds havent...and shes just turning 14,alot was diffrent for her as soon as she hit 13

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 26, 2011

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 26, 2011

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i blew out the candles to my imaginary cake. I was turning 13 today, Feburary 21st. My Brithday. It felt like no one even rememberd it was my birthday. Someone had to, but it was only morning so I scrambled out of my Black Kingsized bed, and stroled downstaris. No one was there...as always. My dad was always on "Buisness" He travels alot and he has alot of kids...no of which were me. You see my mom and him were married. They'd been married for quiet some time now, but none of his kids beleived that. I was fine with that. Untill they decided to bring that fine point to my attention. They got married when I was around 5 I wasnt living with them I was living with my grandmother. At that time I didnt consider him "Dad" he was Marcus. I despised him when I was little and I was convinced he despised me to. But back to what I was saying earlier. He was always out on "Buisness", and my Mom, was always at work. Today, it felt like I had all the time in the world and no one to share it with. I had no friends really, not becaues I was a loser but becasue I didnt W A N T any friends. Friends were made to betray you, was my motto. I had one true friend who I had lost touch with I missed her alot, I could always tell her anything.

But I felt I was forever damned into this life of change. I walked into the kitchen and found a box with my name Scripted ontop. I opened the box and found the phone I wanted. Perfect a new phone...and no one to call.Oh.! I never told you about myself. My name is Annika Armstrong. I am black, white, indian, and possibly asain. I have black hair that flows a little past my shoulders, and Deep Blue eyes. People say I am "Thick" but I mainly call it fat. Im thck around the thighs and I have DD42 sized Breasts. my whole family looked like me. Except for the one on my "Dads" side everyone always asked me, "WHy are his other daughters so thin and lean, and your so thick and busty?", it made me feel like I didnt belong.

I made my way back upstairs thinking about how my life would soon be because one of my "Dads" daughters would soon be living with us taking up more space. Her name was Breanna, she goes by Bre. She was just about everything I turned my nose up at, She was a very short girl slim, but almost as busty as me she stood at 5' even a solid C cup, almost as thick as I, with Short hair that came to a stop at her eyes. She striked me as a good person, but she was also very rude. I knew she would have an impact on my life automaticly, she would be here in 2days. i was waiting patiently. Although I was not at all plannig to take part in anything with her. She was everything I didnt want to be. She was Nikes, I was vans, She was flats, I was sandals. I was considered a "White Girl" to them because of the way I carried myself, I used big words and corrected people who were wrong, I read books, and kept to myself,and I think that bugged them. They had a plan, and I was part of it.

I wasnt going to let these thoughts hit home on my 13th birthday. I dressed in a Black Juicy track suit, white undershirt, and black and white vans. I walked down the stairs again and was this time greeted by the annoying, and booming sound of the garage one of my parents was home to finally congragulate me.

 

 


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