Wet dreams are signs of growing up for young boys. You hear about them, hope for them and then one day it happens. I was thirteen when I had my first one. It’s something I would never forget.
That day, I had learned of one of my female classmates’ menstrual cycle beginning after gym. Everybody at school talked about her like it was a 50% off sale at Foot Locker. I had the wrong impressions of puberty because everybody seemed to have embarrassing moments; I never wanted my day to come.
During my bus ride home, I could feel tension in my pants. I was sitting beside one of the hottest cheerleaders in the school, Jessica. Jessica was a very aggressive individual. Our conversation was never anything more than simple. She made me think of the …show more content…
I started unraveling the tissue and wiping the fluids off of my leg. I had experienced my first preemie. I didn’t know if that was supposed to happen so I went to find my book from puberty class and read what would happen next.
The book didn’t say anything about how soon these steps would happen but it stated wet dreams were likely to occur first. I thought I was sick. I hadn’t had a wet dream. My body temperature dropped and I became a slave to my body.
That whole evening, my family thought I was sick. My mom took my temperature with the thermometer when she came home. I had a regular temperature. I told her I was just feeling bad so she allowed me to go to bed a little earlier if I wanted to.
I ate a bowl of cereal and retired to my room. It took hours for me to go to sleep. I ended up watching an episode of the Wonder Years. Kevin and Winnie was my imagination of me and Jessica, I had to see the ending of the story.
Johan came in the room and looked at me laughing. He says, “You’re not sick, just wanted some attention!” I ignored his comment. He picked up his book and started working on some of his
That day, I had learned of one of my female classmates’ menstrual cycle beginning after gym. Everybody at school talked about her like it was a 50% off sale at Foot Locker. I had the wrong impressions of puberty because everybody seemed to have embarrassing moments; I never wanted my day to come.
During my bus ride home, I could feel tension in my pants. I was sitting beside one of the hottest cheerleaders in the school, Jessica. Jessica was a very aggressive individual. Our conversation was never anything more than simple. She made me think of the …show more content…
I started unraveling the tissue and wiping the fluids off of my leg. I had experienced my first preemie. I didn’t know if that was supposed to happen so I went to find my book from puberty class and read what would happen next.
The book didn’t say anything about how soon these steps would happen but it stated wet dreams were likely to occur first. I thought I was sick. I hadn’t had a wet dream. My body temperature dropped and I became a slave to my body.
That whole evening, my family thought I was sick. My mom took my temperature with the thermometer when she came home. I had a regular temperature. I told her I was just feeling bad so she allowed me to go to bed a little earlier if I wanted to.
I ate a bowl of cereal and retired to my room. It took hours for me to go to sleep. I ended up watching an episode of the Wonder Years. Kevin and Winnie was my imagination of me and Jessica, I had to see the ending of the story.
Johan came in the room and looked at me laughing. He says, “You’re not sick, just wanted some attention!” I ignored his comment. He picked up his book and started working on some of his