Whoops! He accidentally says the wrong thing and upsets poor Elizabeth

I gave them a standing ovation. Then, realizing they were all giggling at my outrageous erection, I changed it to a sitting ovation. Mission complete, the girls went downstairs and changed back into their party clothes. My poor penis was more confused than ever.

Later that night, I got Elizabeth alone for a minute and told her how surprised I was that she had gone along with everyone’s plan. After all, she usually shied away from flaunting her body like the others. Her good mood suddenly soured. Without a word, she turned on her heel and made a beeline for the exit.

“Wait!” I chased after her. “What did I say?” She got in her car, but I made a point of blocking the driveway. My words had clearly hurt her for some reason and I was determined to make it better. Frustrated, Elizabeth got out of her car and started walking home in a huff.

“Don’t leave!” I shouted. She stopped, took a deep breath, and turned angrily back towards me.

“I’m not some sickly sweet goody-good girl prude, you know,” she pouted, “I want to act fun and sexy and stuff just as much as everyone else! I do have hormones, you know! I’m sick of all the girls always treating me like their super-innocent kid sister. It’s bullshit! Stephanie and Corrine have barely gone further with a boy than I have and they still talk to me like a child because I don’t dress like I’m in a rap video.”