Remember this?
When I was seven, I thought that girls had cooties and were yucky. One time, my enemy, the girl I had to sit next to in class forgot to wear panties, and I got a good look at her pooter, but was not in the least titillated, though interested so long as I could look without getting caught. I just had one more reason to despise her, in my view. Later, I discovered how utterly wonderful girls are, but I never ever wanted to become one. Kid, you’ll get cooties and be yucky, and boys will want to see your fake pooter.
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