Growing up in the Deep South on a historical plantation, I was raised like any other Southern Belle. However, I had a secret. I wasn't really a Belle. A small, hairless penis was kept hidden under my petticoats and panties.
That secret was kept hidden for years until the morning before my Debutante Ball. Until that day, my mother took it upon herself to help dress and care for me. But as I rose out of my tub filled with bubbles, a woman walked into the room. I had no idea who she was but she was dressed like a servant. Of course I shrieked like a child and tried to cover myself.
She was a large, battleship-of-a-woman who looked powerful enough to pick me up and toss me across the room. She introduced herself as Mrs. Clark. While I stood there, partially covered with bubbles, she told me my mother had hired her to be my ladies maid. Apparently I'd become too mature to be cared for by my mother's hand. From now on Mrs. Clark would be caring for me.
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