My Special Birthday
It was my eighteenth birthday last week, and what a birthday it was. Don’t get me wrong though, it started crappy like my last three birthdays, but it ended in a way I couldn’t ever anticipated. My name is Stephanie, and, as I mentioned before, I am eighteen years old. I have long straight black hair, don’t call me a brunette though cuz it annoys me, it’s black, not brown, with sparkly blue eyes. People usually make fun of my height, when you’re only five foot two, it’s bound to happen I guess, and I am a measly one hundred and ten pounds and on my birthday I was… well… I was still a virgin. What can I say? I was a traditionalist, I was waiting for mister right. But something unexpected happened on my …