7 May 2021 My name is April Fool and this is my diary. Today was my sixteenth birthday. What a bizarre and strange day it's been. I'm totally weirded out by the whole thing even if it has been the bestest day ever.  Last night when I went to sleep mine was a normal life. A single child with loving parents, my mind filled with everyday teenage concerns: Is that a spot or blemish on my chin? What's the best concealer? Why i...

8 May 2021 Oh, diary where should I begin? I woke to find everything as normal as can be, by which I mean the 'new normal', the normal everyday world of a newly constitutional adult. My teen-angel breasts were resplendent in the morning light, so yummily perky and their nipples so impressively pokie, that before I knew what was happening my mischievous fingers were caressing and tugging and pinching and massaging them eve...

9 May 2021 When eventually, I got home from visiting Candy and her Mumsy I had such a shock that it felt as if my whole world as a consanguinity adult had tumbled down a rabbit hole and that I was just another guest at The Mad Hatter's Tea Party. A super yummy, bouncy, sodden-cunted, perky, pokie guest, but a guest nonetheless. So what had caused me to be such a flummoxed, flustered and flippy-flopped bundle of post-pubes...

  10 May 2021 Last night was the worstest night's sleep ever. No sooner had I burrowed my head down into the pillows and squirmed happily to make myself a cosy nest beneath the bedding than the remote control, vibrating, princess plug started buzzing in my bottom. Well, at first I thought it was broken and would soon stop, but on and on it went, buzzing and pulsing and throbbing and quivering in my tight, spasmy, anal pas...

11 May 2021 10 May 2021 In all my years as a sullen, mood-swingy, hormonal, pubescent I had never had to visit the Headmaster's Office so I didn't know whether to be excited or anxious. But I'm a perky, pokie, positive, post-pubescent in search of adventures and not someone who looks gift horses in their mouths. Besides I'm a consumer adult now, so I sashayed my way along the school corridors in my absolutely stunning, co...

12 May 2021 11 May 2021 Not every day as a compromised adult can be a pleasure and I awoke to discover that overnight my pokie, pleasure teatlets had become stingy, firelit beacons atop my perky, hills of bountifulness, and the gorgeous enticement of my wiggly buttocks now resembled Kata Tjuta or Uluru bathed in morning sunlight (that's Ayers Rock for any unreconstituted, colonial, imperialist, types still clinging onto a...

13 May 2021 12 May 2021 I was so super-doopery excited last night that I could barely sleep. Not only was I a plugged princess and a conquesting adult, but tomorrow I was to start my journey from perky, pokie, sodden-cunted, schoolgirl to a future life as a worker bee receiving money for servicings rendered. For tomorrow was Careers Advice Day and I had a morning appointment with the Career Advisor, Mr Jobsworth. What wou...

  14 May 2021 13 May 2021 Not since the morning of my birthday have I been quite so flustered and flummoxed. What you might ask had left perky, pokie, sodden-cunted me so bothered and bewildered? Well, when I finished my diary yesterday my fingertips were already tipping and tapping their way across the smooth runway of my public mound in a teasing dance of moan-inducing temptation, and the organisms were quivering beneat...

15 May 2021 My head was a fuzzy-wuzzy, spinning blur of supernova rockets and explosions all weekend and even though I've tried really, really hard I can't remember anything that happened once Candy's dandy and Candy's Mumsy's 'it's a surprise' strap-on dildo started rubbing their heads together inside my twin holes of pleasure-giving. Later, when Mumsy came round to take me home, I was a crumpled, broken ballerina slumpe...

16 May 2021 Now, one of the things I've discovered about Pavlova Training is that you lose all sense of spacey-time. The last thing I remembered was running the tip of my tongue up the cum dripping meringue bite that Queeny Bitch was holding before my stingy-bee lips. So, I was a bit of a befuddled, teen-angel of compliant behaviourism when I awoke to find myself back in my own bed with the sun shining to announce a new d...