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"Before the onset of menarche (the first menstrual period), there are at least three methods to determine it:
1. Measuring weight and height: After girls enter puberty (ages 11 to 14), measure their height and weight every six months. If there is a sudden increase in height and weight during one of the measurements, it indicates that the girl may experience her first menstrual period in the following six months.
2. Observing breast development: If breasts start to develop, swell, and the areola becomes prominent with the presence of a hard lump upon touch, it suggests that the first menstrual period will occur within the next two years.
3. Checking for vaginal discharge: If a transparent, colorless, odorless, and slightly sticky fluid resembling egg whites is discharged from the girl's vagina, it indicates that the first menstrual period will likely come in 2 to 3 years."
Angela closed the book with a snap and glanced at the cover, "A Few Things About Menstruation." How ironic, she thought, never would she have imagined reading such a book herself! She clenched her teeth in frustration.
After standing up and pacing for a moment, she sat back down quickly, feeling uncomfortable with the pad placed in her private area. In reality, sanitary pads were soft and lightweight, and wouldn't hinder daily activities, but Angela had a mental block about using them.
It was understandable, after living as a male for 30 years and then as a child for 11 years, now she had to use something she had never used before and from now on, every month, possibly ending up going to the hospital to deal with women's health issues. It wasn't something she found pleasing at all.
Menstruation! Womanhood! Angela felt angry but unable to vent. How could she handle this? Should she get her uterus removed? Just thinking about that night, facing her first period, her terrified expression, made her temples throb. She wanted to scream hysterically.
The only consolation for her now was that her period had become much lighter after a few days. In another two days, she would be back to normal and wouldn't have to use those embarrassing things anymore. She had been cooped up at home these days and felt extremely bored, even though she had requested her mother to ask for a leave from school for her.
"Chris, look who's here!" Elena knocked on the door and said. Who else could it be except Jessica?
"Hey, Jessie!" Angela happily called out, about to jump up, but halfway through her action, she stopped and showed an embarrassed expression. Damn it, she came at the most inconvenient time, just as she stood up!
"Are you still not feeling well, Angie?" Jessica walked straight to Angela and came closer to carefully examine her face. "You seem to lack some color."
"About that, you'll know in the future," Angela coughed.
"Why can't you tell me now?" Jessica blinked her eyes, trying to dig for information.
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"I told you, Jessie, you'll know soon enough. Maybe you'll find out tomorrow," the girl replied unenthusiastically, then changed the subject, "Alright, come over here. I have something for you to see."
"What is it? Jessica's Second Adventure?" Jessica's interest was immediately piqued. Following Angela's awkward gait, she walked to the adjustable desk. She was too excited to notice Angela's uncomfortable walk.
"It is," Angela handed her a stack of sketches, smiling brightly.
"Wow, you're amazing, Angie!" Jessica took the sketches and flipped through them quickly. Her face flushed with excitement. Last month, for her 11th birthday party, Angela gifted her a beautifully drawn 20-page comic book featuring Jessica. It had deeply touched her heart, and she had told Angela privately that it was the best birthday gift she had ever received. Now, Angela had drawn another short comic for her. Although it was only about ten pages and still unfinished, it was enough to make her happy.
"Angie, I envy you so much. You can write, draw, act, and sing. Maybe I'll never catch up with you," Jessica said with admiration as she touched the sketches. There was no hint of jealousy in her tone.
Angela bit her lip and suddenly placed her hands on Jessica's shoulders. "Listen to me, Jessie. Everyone has their own talents, and you're no exception. You love performing, right? There are many skills in performing, and no one can master them all. But in the areas, you love the most have confidence in yourself. I believe in you, and I know Jessica won't easily give up."
Jessica looked into Angela's beautiful brown eyes and suddenly smiled. "Of course not! I'm still waiting for you to write a script for me," she said, opening her arms wide. "Ten of them!"
"You're at it again. Aren't you afraid of my punishment?" Angela lifted her chin, trying to appear menacing.
Jessica stuck out her tongue and suddenly leaned forward, gently brushing Angela's lips with hers. "Thank you, Angie," she whispered.
Angela was taken aback, but she quickly smiled and gazed at Jessica. "Can you do me a favor, Jessie?"
"Of course."
The girl shrugged and gestured towards the bed. In a playful motion, she pushed Jessica down onto the bed, surprising her. "What are you doing, Angie?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to try something..." Angela said, holding Jessica's hands above her head and pinning her down. She leaned close to her face, her eyes glinting with an odd light. "I just wanted to see how it feels to push you down!"
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"Push me down?" Jessica didn't understand the implied meaning of the phrase, but it didn't stop her from having some playful thoughts. With her face slightly itching, she could feel Angela's every breath. Even though Angela was just pressing her down, Jessica's heart began to flutter. After struggling gently a few times, she suddenly exerted force and flipped Angela over, catching her off guard.
"Before, it was you who pushed me down, so this time, I should push you down," Jessica said firmly, holding Angela's arms.
Angela opened her mouth, looking surprised at Jessica, then burst into laughter. Jessica, who had tried to act fierce also burst into laughter. Suddenly, Angela hugged her, and the two girls giggled and embraced each other.
"I love you, Jessie," Angela said softly after the laughter had subsided.
"I love you too, Angie." Jessica, who was on top of Angela, buried her head in Angela's shoulder and replied softly.
This translation was originally posted on exotic-translation.blogspot.com I kindly ask you to access the website directly instead of relying on aggregated platforms.
The two girls held each other silently, feeling each other's heartbeat through their thin summer clothes.
"Angie?"
"What's up?"
"Are you wearing anything underneath?"
"..."
...
'Is tomorrow the day I can go back to school?' Angela carefully looked at her reflection in the mirror, examining every detail. Her face had regained its rosy complexion, so she should be fine.
After her period, she persuaded her mother to extend her leave for two more days. This was her first period, and who knew if it would suddenly come back again, making her experience it in front of everyone... that would be unbearable.
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Anyway, that phase had finally passed. Angela shook her head and decided to take a basin bath. Sitting and basin baths were prohibited during menstruation.
Once again, she undressed and Angela hesitated to look down. It shouldn't happen again, right? But what was that? She quickly stood in front of the mirror. The girl inside was completely naked, like a little lamb, slightly embarrassed. Angela was taken aback and looked down.
There was the color of her hair!
She suddenly recalled a line from a movie, "Yesterday, I had a Brazilian girl. I never expected her pubic hair to be blonde!"
Angela shuddered, wanting to leave, but her feet wouldn't move. A strange feeling welled up in her heart. If menstruation meant the sign of maturity for a woman, just like nocturnal emissions for males, then it meant she could...
The girl looked at herself in the mirror, her breathing slightly faster. She reached out and gently pinched the raised part of her chest, then lightly flicked the red dot on top.
A feeling of weakness and softness surged to her forehead, almost making her moan. How could she be... so sensitive? Angela didn't notice her face was turning red.
Maybe I should stop? That's what she thought, but her other hand had already reached down and brushed against her groin.
Alright, I'll just touch it, just touch it.
Even though she kept repeating this in her mind, when her fingers finally made contact, a soft sound of longing escaped her lips. Her whole body knelt down weakly.
Stop... wait! But her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own and started playing a melody, beginning with "A Midsummer Night's Dream," warm and intoxicating; then "Autumn Whispers," gentle yet inspiring, and followed by "Moonlight Sonata," as if it would soar under the moonlight; finally blending into "Fate," escalating higher and higher like a storm, reaching the top of the sky!
How could she be so sensitive! How could it be! Even the last trace of reason was washed away by the overwhelming pleasure like a tide. The bathroom resounded with her bewitching sounds, as she knelt on the ground, her buttocks lifted high. With one hand working in coordination with the other, she played a joyful and intense movement.
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Finally, in the storm, she ascended to the highest point in the sky. Her whole body suddenly spasmed, her vision and consciousness blurred, and something sprayed out from her body after she emitted a sound similar to a cry.
Gasping, she continued to breathe heavily with her face pressed against the cool floor. After a while, Angela finally came to her senses. What was I doing? She raised her head in confusion and saw her reflection in the mirror, with a satisfied and hazy look in her eyes, and her skin now tinted rose-colored, revealing everything.
Damn it, I... Angela regretfully covered her face with her hands, but the next second, she felt something was wrong. Why were her hands wet? She screamed and pulled her hands away, grabbing a towel to wipe her face hastily. Then she rushed to turn on the faucet and washed her hands, panicking all the while.
It was not until she jumped into the bathtub, turned on the showerhead, and let the rushing hot water flow all over her body that she finally calmed down. Then, she placed both hands against the wall, her head between her arms, and continued to breathe softly.
Just now... was that... an orgasm? That feeling of flying? And... she turned her head to look at the spot on the floor where she had knelt just now. There was a small puddle of water on the floor, and she knew what it was. In her past life, she had enough theoretical understanding of these things.
Indeed, a woman's orgasm was several times better than a man's, but she was too sensitive! Angela thought chaotically, feeling the excitement and curiosity lingering in her mind, making her want to do it again.
But it still felt like something was missing. What if it was with someone else... wait, someone else? A man? Angela suddenly shivered, a picture appearing in her mind of her future self being pressed down by a man, with something pressing against her.
Then she would keep calling out "Husband," no, it should be "Come Baby." This was too terrifying! The girl couldn't help but hug her shoulders, feeling disgusted by her own imagination.
But what about a woman? For example... Jessie? Kate? Or... Natalie? Angela felt her heart starting to race, and the blush on her face, which had just faded, returned clearly.
Wasn't this what she subconsciously wanted to do? The girl looked up at the showerhead, still letting water sprinkle on her face. It was Jodie who made her realize that she had never identified with her female identity, but it was also Jodie who made her understand that she was ultimately attracted to girls.
It's just that she fully understood it now. It was ridiculous, but it wasn't too late, and whether it was with a man or a woman, it was still homosexuality. The former was spiritual, while the latter was physical.
If that's the case, why couldn't she choose the latter? To hell with coming out, lesbian, lilie, all of it! As long as she knew what she was doing, that would be enough! The girl suddenly turned off the showerhead.
From that point onward, the most despairing era for men in Hollywood history commenced behind closed doors!
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"Before the onset of menarche (the first menstrual period), there are at least three methods to determine it:
1. Measuring weight and height: After girls enter puberty (ages 11 to 14), measure their height and weight every six months. If there is a sudden increase in height and weight during one of the measurements, it indicates that the girl may experience her first menstrual period in the following six months.
2. Observing breast development: If breasts start to develop, swell, and the areola becomes prominent with the presence of a hard lump upon touch, it suggests that the first menstrual period will occur within the next two years.
3. Checking for vaginal discharge: If a transparent, colorless, odorless, and slightly sticky fluid resembling egg whites is discharged from the girl's vagina, it indicates that the first menstrual period will likely come in 2 to 3 years."
Angela closed the book with a snap and glanced at the cover, "A Few Things About Menstruation." How ironic, she thought, never would she have imagined reading such a book herself! She clenched her teeth in frustration.
After standing up and pacing for a moment, she sat back down quickly, feeling uncomfortable with the pad placed in her private area. In reality, sanitary pads were soft and lightweight, and wouldn't hinder daily activities, but Angela had a mental block about using them.
It was understandable, after living as a male for 30 years and then as a child for 11 years, now she had to use something she had never used before and from now on, every month, possibly ending up going to the hospital to deal with women's health issues. It wasn't something she found pleasing at all.
Menstruation! Womanhood! Angela felt angry but unable to vent. How could she handle this? Should she get her uterus removed? Just thinking about that night, facing her first period, her terrified expression, made her temples throb. She wanted to scream hysterically.
The only consolation for her now was that her period had become much lighter after a few days. In another two days, she would be back to normal and wouldn't have to use those embarrassing things anymore. She had been cooped up at home these days and felt extremely bored, even though she had requested her mother to ask for a leave from school for her.
"Chris, look who's here!" Elena knocked on the door and said. Who else could it be except Jessica?
"Hey, Jessie!" Angela happily called out, about to jump up, but halfway through her action, she stopped and showed an embarrassed expression. Damn it, she came at the most inconvenient time, just as she stood up!
"Are you still not feeling well, Angie?" Jessica walked straight to Angela and came closer to carefully examine her face. "You seem to lack some color."
"About that, you'll know in the future," Angela coughed.
"Why can't you tell me now?" Jessica blinked her eyes, trying to dig for information.
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"I told you, Jessie, you'll know soon enough. Maybe you'll find out tomorrow," the girl replied unenthusiastically, then changed the subject, "Alright, come over here. I have something for you to see."
"What is it? Jessica's Second Adventure?" Jessica's interest was immediately piqued. Following Angela's awkward gait, she walked to the adjustable desk. She was too excited to notice Angela's uncomfortable walk.
"It is," Angela handed her a stack of sketches, smiling brightly.
"Wow, you're amazing, Angie!" Jessica took the sketches and flipped through them quickly. Her face flushed with excitement. Last month, for her 11th birthday party, Angela gifted her a beautifully drawn 20-page comic book featuring Jessica. It had deeply touched her heart, and she had told Angela privately that it was the best birthday gift she had ever received. Now, Angela had drawn another short comic for her. Although it was only about ten pages and still unfinished, it was enough to make her happy.
"Angie, I envy you so much. You can write, draw, act, and sing. Maybe I'll never catch up with you," Jessica said with admiration as she touched the sketches. There was no hint of jealousy in her tone.
Angela bit her lip and suddenly placed her hands on Jessica's shoulders. "Listen to me, Jessie. Everyone has their own talents, and you're no exception. You love performing, right? There are many skills in performing, and no one can master them all. But in the areas, you love the most have confidence in yourself. I believe in you, and I know Jessica won't easily give up."
Jessica looked into Angela's beautiful brown eyes and suddenly smiled. "Of course not! I'm still waiting for you to write a script for me," she said, opening her arms wide. "Ten of them!"
"You're at it again. Aren't you afraid of my punishment?" Angela lifted her chin, trying to appear menacing.
Jessica stuck out her tongue and suddenly leaned forward, gently brushing Angela's lips with hers. "Thank you, Angie," she whispered.
Angela was taken aback, but she quickly smiled and gazed at Jessica. "Can you do me a favor, Jessie?"
"Of course."
The girl shrugged and gestured towards the bed. In a playful motion, she pushed Jessica down onto the bed, surprising her. "What are you doing, Angie?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to try something..." Angela said, holding Jessica's hands above her head and pinning her down. She leaned close to her face, her eyes glinting with an odd light. "I just wanted to see how it feels to push you down!"
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"Push me down?" Jessica didn't understand the implied meaning of the phrase, but it didn't stop her from having some playful thoughts. With her face slightly itching, she could feel Angela's every breath. Even though Angela was just pressing her down, Jessica's heart began to flutter. After struggling gently a few times, she suddenly exerted force and flipped Angela over, catching her off guard.
"Before, it was you who pushed me down, so this time, I should push you down," Jessica said firmly, holding Angela's arms.
Angela opened her mouth, looking surprised at Jessica, then burst into laughter. Jessica, who had tried to act fierce also burst into laughter. Suddenly, Angela hugged her, and the two girls giggled and embraced each other.
"I love you, Jessie," Angela said softly after the laughter had subsided.
"I love you too, Angie." Jessica, who was on top of Angela, buried her head in Angela's shoulder and replied softly.
This translation was originally posted on exotic-translation.blogspot.com I kindly ask you to access the website directly instead of relying on aggregated platforms.
The two girls held each other silently, feeling each other's heartbeat through their thin summer clothes.
"Angie?"
"What's up?"
"Are you wearing anything underneath?"
"..."
...
'Is tomorrow the day I can go back to school?' Angela carefully looked at her reflection in the mirror, examining every detail. Her face had regained its rosy complexion, so she should be fine.
After her period, she persuaded her mother to extend her leave for two more days. This was her first period, and who knew if it would suddenly come back again, making her experience it in front of everyone... that would be unbearable.
Sponsored Content
Anyway, that phase had finally passed. Angela shook her head and decided to take a basin bath. Sitting and basin baths were prohibited during menstruation.
Once again, she undressed and Angela hesitated to look down. It shouldn't happen again, right? But what was that? She quickly stood in front of the mirror. The girl inside was completely naked, like a little lamb, slightly embarrassed. Angela was taken aback and looked down.
There was the color of her hair!
She suddenly recalled a line from a movie, "Yesterday, I had a Brazilian girl. I never expected her pubic hair to be blonde!"
Angela shuddered, wanting to leave, but her feet wouldn't move. A strange feeling welled up in her heart. If menstruation meant the sign of maturity for a woman, just like nocturnal emissions for males, then it meant she could...
The girl looked at herself in the mirror, her breathing slightly faster. She reached out and gently pinched the raised part of her chest, then lightly flicked the red dot on top.
A feeling of weakness and softness surged to her forehead, almost making her moan. How could she be... so sensitive? Angela didn't notice her face was turning red.
Maybe I should stop? That's what she thought, but her other hand had already reached down and brushed against her groin.
Alright, I'll just touch it, just touch it.
Even though she kept repeating this in her mind, when her fingers finally made contact, a soft sound of longing escaped her lips. Her whole body knelt down weakly.
Stop... wait! But her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own and started playing a melody, beginning with "A Midsummer Night's Dream," warm and intoxicating; then "Autumn Whispers," gentle yet inspiring, and followed by "Moonlight Sonata," as if it would soar under the moonlight; finally blending into "Fate," escalating higher and higher like a storm, reaching the top of the sky!
How could she be so sensitive! How could it be! Even the last trace of reason was washed away by the overwhelming pleasure like a tide. The bathroom resounded with her bewitching sounds, as she knelt on the ground, her buttocks lifted high. With one hand working in coordination with the other, she played a joyful and intense movement.
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Finally, in the storm, she ascended to the highest point in the sky. Her whole body suddenly spasmed, her vision and consciousness blurred, and something sprayed out from her body after she emitted a sound similar to a cry.
Gasping, she continued to breathe heavily with her face pressed against the cool floor. After a while, Angela finally came to her senses. What was I doing? She raised her head in confusion and saw her reflection in the mirror, with a satisfied and hazy look in her eyes, and her skin now tinted rose-colored, revealing everything.
Damn it, I... Angela regretfully covered her face with her hands, but the next second, she felt something was wrong. Why were her hands wet? She screamed and pulled her hands away, grabbing a towel to wipe her face hastily. Then she rushed to turn on the faucet and washed her hands, panicking all the while.
It was not until she jumped into the bathtub, turned on the showerhead, and let the rushing hot water flow all over her body that she finally calmed down. Then, she placed both hands against the wall, her head between her arms, and continued to breathe softly.
Just now... was that... an orgasm? That feeling of flying? And... she turned her head to look at the spot on the floor where she had knelt just now. There was a small puddle of water on the floor, and she knew what it was. In her past life, she had enough theoretical understanding of these things.
Indeed, a woman's orgasm was several times better than a man's, but she was too sensitive! Angela thought chaotically, feeling the excitement and curiosity lingering in her mind, making her want to do it again.
But it still felt like something was missing. What if it was with someone else... wait, someone else? A man? Angela suddenly shivered, a picture appearing in her mind of her future self being pressed down by a man, with something pressing against her.
Then she would keep calling out "Husband," no, it should be "Come Baby." This was too terrifying! The girl couldn't help but hug her shoulders, feeling disgusted by her own imagination.
But what about a woman? For example... Jessie? Kate? Or... Natalie? Angela felt her heart starting to race, and the blush on her face, which had just faded, returned clearly.
Wasn't this what she subconsciously wanted to do? The girl looked up at the showerhead, still letting water sprinkle on her face. It was Jodie who made her realize that she had never identified with her female identity, but it was also Jodie who made her understand that she was ultimately attracted to girls.
It's just that she fully understood it now. It was ridiculous, but it wasn't too late, and whether it was with a man or a woman, it was still homosexuality. The former was spiritual, while the latter was physical.
If that's the case, why couldn't she choose the latter? To hell with coming out, lesbian, lilie, all of it! As long as she knew what she was doing, that would be enough! The girl suddenly turned off the showerhead.
From that point onward, the most despairing era for men in Hollywood history commenced behind closed doors!
