I sat on my bed with my laptop on my knees, determined to sit still and not show her any glimpses of discarded dirty laundry or used dishes and glasses. Glad she couldn’t smell the stink. There was some fuzzy static animation and matrix knock-off special effect and then padlocks sliding across the screen and then it cleared to show Zoe sitting at her desk. Behind her you could see a normal student room just like any other. A tidy bed, a large pin-board covered in tidy organised notes and a cheesy poster of Ed Sheeran. The Ed Sheeran poster surprised me- I didn’t know she listened to any music made after we were born. If it had been a The Who or Abba poster I wouldn’t have been surprised at all. It just goes to show how you can think you know someone but, after two years of chatting online across rooms at school, you realise how little you know when you see the window into their mind that is their bedroom. Except, was it really Zoe? How could this be Zoe? Her hair was longer, shoulder-length now and off her face, tucked back behind her ears. And her hair was ... bright pink! And she was wearing a low pink tank top with string straps, showing her pale delicate perfect shoulders, half-hiding her brilliant white bra straps, showing her chest and the hint of cleavage. She was smiling nervously. “What do you think?” she asked, bobbing her hair with her hands. Then she laughed “cat got your tongue? you like?”. Even the way she talked seemed different- more slang and trendy than her text conversations. And she was smiling. She was looking sexy. She was looking drop dead gorgeous. There wasn’t Katsumi a hint slut of frump. “Eh, yeah, wow! You look great! Really great, and, eh, different...” I stammered. My brain wasn’t moving fast enough to take it all in. She was wearing vivid pink lipstick too. I was captivated by the shallow corrugations on her neck. She had so much neck, such a slender long. I had never seen her show so much of skin. My heart was in danger of stopping. “Going to a manga convention?” I asked incredulously; she didn’t like manga, but the look really put me in mind of those naughty furry porn you find online. If she’d had cat ears and a bushy tail it could have been very, how show we say, naughty? “Hah, me at a manga convention? Yeah right”. It was weird to speak to Zoe, to have a normal conversation. We’d spent two years typing text messages when sitting opposite each other; we’d hardly ever spoken out loud before. And never a video call; in fact, never any kind of contact outside school hours before either. I tried to steer away from manga, wanting to steer well clear of mentioning anything about furry japaness porn. Joann was talking to another woman they were in sexy underwear there were at least 7 or 8 guys in the room. I think she sees someone who can help John continue to mature. I send an email to the district manager congratulating her on the successful re-opening. “Yummy,” Madison said. While he mentioned what he wanted to do with her he was pleasantly surprised by her reaction. or He just might want to come check out the club, when he japaness said... If your collar detects that you're sitting down, anywhere in the house, and your pussy chip can't scan a dildo RFID inside you, you'll get shocked. With the sink broken, this kitchen wasn't usable. Is just, I was a virgin, I gave it to you and I don't even remember it." Nothing else mattered Katsumi but my futa-girlfriend. “This is just the beginning, slut baby.” he whispers in my ear.