By 12

By 12 By 12 I was fully grown. My height was the envy of the short arses in my classes. I wasn’t a porker like some ... I was spared fat jokes. My level of pituitary activity was, well, excellent. Hormone increases were too. Ejaculated more than most. My secondary sex characteristics gave me some respect. I was the first in my class to break their voice. My thin mo caused awe in the hairless. Deductive reasoning was special. My systematic problem finding the answers to things had triple the different possibilities thought about, mulled, prior to the answers being chosen. I was the king of abstract thoughts, and that riddled others with confusion and anger. It was easier for me to manipulate abstract concepts than concrete ones. Hours on end I’d get lost in idealistic contemplation of hypotheticals until I was clapped out of it. I spent a lot of time lost in identity formation. I soaked in everything. Long-term memory ached. I praised daily the elaboration added to encoding strategies. I avoided happily interactions with most. Opposite-peers I avoided happily. I was undateable.