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Chapter One It started innocently but ended badly. I wasn't planning on doing it. It just something I did. It started on the last day of school. I was leaving school sore but feeling good. Final exams was tough both physical and mentally. I was fifteen and just got out of Middle School. I should have been in High School last year. Well the past is the past. I just got to move forward. I unlocked my bike and was about to ride away when I saw a perfect target. I'm not mean kid. I don't beat anyone up but I do love to tease and shamed them. In front of me was a seventh grade nerd. He had braces and looked more like a ten-year old. He was also the same size. He was talking to a girl. The girl was polite and listened while her face told me that she wanted out of there. I walked up behind him. The girl saw me. I put a finger to my lips. She knew I was up to something so she smiled. This encouraged the boy because he though she was smiling what he said. I bent down to mimic pulling down his pants. She nodded. In one swift motion I pulled down his pants. The boy tried to grab his pants but they were out of reach. His shirt was down so you couldn't see his underwear. I took care of that. When I stood up, I lifted his shirt up exposing his underwear, his panties. Yes, he was wearing panties, little girl style. Very Cute. the girl pointed and laughed. The boy struggles with me. He tried to bend down to pull his pants up. I lifted him up. He raised his legs to reach his pants. However, now the girl could get at them. "No," he pleaded. She grabbed the pants and took his pants completely off. He just lost it. Tears ran down his face as he cried. I let him down but removed his shirt as I did it. I handed the shirt to her. She took him by the hand and lead him away. I could hear him crying and other kids call him a sissy boy. "Having fun?" I turned around. It was Annie. My girlfriend. I smiled. "Yes, I am." She frowned. "Aren't you too old for this behavior?" I was taken back. "Fifteen isn't that old for fun." "And yet you're in the eighth grade." "Graduated from the eight grade." She smiled and put her arms around me. "Good for you. It's about time you have made into the High School. I looked into her eyes. "I was only held back once. The second grade. But I am glad to be in High School. No wrestling there. I kept getting pinned even by girls and younger students this year. She kissed me on the forehead. "Almost a second time in sixth grade and third time in seventh grade. You were just lucky. That tutor really worked her butt off to get you by. She felt sorry for you when you came by on open house for fifth graders. You were so polite to her." She shook her head. "I saw the pictures and videos that got posted. The girls always used a cradle hold." She played with my hair. "They held you like you were a little baby." She laughed. "Now on to business. Interested in a job?" I pulled away. "A job? Why would I want to a job for? It's summer break. I worked hard and I need it. Time to have fun with my friends." "It'll be a easy job. Babysitting at night only. The mother is single and has to work graveyard for a month. From 6pm to 6am. You'll be sleeping most of the time." I frowned. "I don't want to change diapers." "He's ten and out of diapers." I put my bike helmet on. "No, and that's final." I rode away.