“Yeah mum… I guess so…” You reply to her enquiry
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- | You can’t deny the truth, and you’re definitely not going to leave the car without even saying farewell to your own mother… You’re not a kid anymore, or so you like to think. | + | ''You can’t deny the truth, and you’re definitely not going to leave the car without even saying farewell to your own mother… You’re not a kid anymore, or so you like to think.'' |
- | + | “Yeah… I guess so, mum”'' you reply, blushing as you confessed what just happened. It is extremely awkward for you to talk about this topic, and, as loving and understanding as your mother may be, it`s quite hard for you to have this sort of conversation with her.'' | |
- | + | “Don`t worry sweety” ''she kindly smiles at you as she continues'' “It`s perfectly normal for a boy of your age to have this kind of things and blah blah blah…” ''she goes on explaining everything about puberty. After a few minutes, you delicately interrupt her speech.'' | |
- | + | “Mom, I really need to get to my classroom. Can we finish this conversation later?” ''you ask her.'' | |
- | + | “Oh my! It`s true… But what should we do about this?” ''she asks gesturing towards the mess in your pants. You can hastily leave to your classroom, telling her to not worry about, or tell her you don`t know. You:'' | |
Current revision as of 23:34, 2 April 2013
You can’t deny the truth, and you’re definitely not going to leave the car without even saying farewell to your own mother… You’re not a kid anymore, or so you like to think.
“Yeah… I guess so, mum” you reply, blushing as you confessed what just happened. It is extremely awkward for you to talk about this topic, and, as loving and understanding as your mother may be, it`s quite hard for you to have this sort of conversation with her.
“Don`t worry sweety” she kindly smiles at you as she continues “It`s perfectly normal for a boy of your age to have this kind of things and blah blah blah…” she goes on explaining everything about puberty. After a few minutes, you delicately interrupt her speech.
“Mom, I really need to get to my classroom. Can we finish this conversation later?” you ask her.
“Oh my! It`s true… But what should we do about this?” she asks gesturing towards the mess in your pants. You can hastily leave to your classroom, telling her to not worry about, or tell her you don`t know. You: