I do not own the rights to Doug, nor do I claim to, I am just a Doug loving fan, and Doug loves me.

Thanks Doug.

Bluffington High:Part I

Time to Change

Dear Journal,

It's hard to believe that junior high went by so fast.

I knew that things were moving quickly,

but I didn't realize just how fast.

Sorry I didn't write to you last summer.

It was just I got so busy with my life, so many

things have changed.

The first day of high school was today,

and it was a life changing event for me.

I don't think I will ever be the same,

you see, it all started when...

Mosquito Valentine had just come out of the locker room, he was shirtless, and the loud roar of the fans that were keeping the gym cool could make someone's head really hurt if it went on for too long. Skeeter was playing skins. Doug was playing shirts. This would be a dodgeball game for the ages. It was fast paced throught the entire gym period. By the time the game was over, nearly everyone was exhasted.

Their coach looked at his pocket watch, "Hit the showers boys!" Everyone looked around sheepishly, they had known this was coming, but to them the ridiculousness of showering together was just impossible not to laugh at. However, once the boys were actually in the shower, it was akward to say the least. Doug for one noted that Skeeter had a much bigger penis than him, and was in general more fit. He decided to break the silence.

"Say, Skeet, do the girls have to shower too?", Doug said, his voice trembled from the nervous feelings he still had inside him from having earlier seen Skeeter's penis. Skeeter replied and seemed quite unworried in the least bit, even unphased by his surroundings. "Right next door, dude, honk honk." Doug let out a sigh off relief, now that he just knew that Skeeter hadn't seen him peeking at his genitals.

Roger walked over, his long green scaly penis hung a distance halfway to his knees. Doug was immediatley drawn to it, and how could he not be? It was of ridiculous size. Doug had heard about gay people from the bravo channel, and he knew that he could not possibly be gay. The thought had never crossed his mind. Doug stopped daydreaming, and snapped back to the present. Roger raised his fist and began beating the walls, girls in the opposite shower screamed. Roger yelled "Suck this dick ladies, this big ass fuckin' dick!" Doug thought it strange that Roger would want something like that.

After the showers, and once everyone was fully dressed, Doug saw Chalkie coming toward him. "Hey Doug, everyone come over here," at this everyone gathered "Listen, me and Skeeter just saw something really weird in the locker room." "What was it?", someone asked. "It was Fentruck." There was sneers and laughter, and Chalkie quickly reasserted that he did not mean the weird thing was Fentruck, but what he had been doing.

"He was doing something weird. Foreign maybe, someone needs to check it out.", said Chalkie. Connie came over with a sandwich in hand. "I'm not going in the boys bathroom." From the back of the crowd, Roger suggested Doug go under his breathe. Soon everyone was in agreement that Doug must go.

I just wanted to be accepted.

I thought, that Patti would see it.

And be impressed.

I never knew, what...was going to happen.

Doug creeped in slowly. He put his head down low and looked around the corner. Fentruck was leaning against a wall with his eyes closed. He was holding Broccoli in his hands. Doug thought he might be passed out, so started to approach him, but Fentruck began to rub the Broccoli's stem. It was at the moment that Doug realized what he was seeing. The Broccoli was Fentruck's penis. It was standing up and he was rubbing it, and moaning. Doug reeled back in fear, he didn't know what to think. But something drew him to look again.

Fentruck's penis was bigger than his own, but smaller than Skeeter's he was not circumsized, and the head was a darker green. There was a blue vein running up it. Doug began to take notes, when all of a sudden Fentruck lurched, and cum was everywhere. Fentruck started to eat it.

Doug was discusted. "Is he eating pee?", Doug said, and this was enough to stir him, so Doug ran.

I never told the others what I saw.

I don't ever want to see something like that again.

I feel so different because of it.

I feel like I should tell a teacher. Mr. Dink. Anyone.

But how?

It's so hard.

And can you keep a secret journal?

Last night I broke a piece of glass and I cut myself.

I rubbed the blood on my mirror, and it mixed with my tears.

You know what journal?

I liked it.

And I am so sorry for that.

Please forgive me.

Your friend,

Doug.