The first thing I tried was to access my email. I thought, maybe if Icould get to that mystic email again I could change things back? Whoknew?I soon f...und out that not only did my email not exist; apparently my oldself didn't exist at all either. I couldn't find any reference to mymale self anywhere! It took me about an hour before I stopped looking. Ithen decided to write this diary and catalog my journey; maybe someonewould read it and know something about that site.Wednesday, March 7th, 2007. “You really should come over here and play with her a bit” He called to Mr. Odd Loner, “I’m giving her to anyone that wants to have her tonight.” Again my heartbeat quickened and my pussy began to tingle. Mr. OL sort of scooted/slid down the bench until he was right near my foot. I felt Him take His arm from my shoulders and gently shove me closer to the edge of the bench. I obediently moved forward until my legs were spread and my pussy was right at the edge of the cushion. Mr. OL reached. "Yeah, but I invited you to prom. You know what happens after prom, everybody does. Don't play dumb." I felt so stupid, Steve was right. Brad would want sex and I was naive enough to think he was this really nice guy. "Sorry, I'm not doing that. I'm still a virgin." His fist of my hair relaxed as his eyebrows raised up high on his forehead. His sexy blue eyes were delighted as he said "Prove it." His hand grabbed my dress and started pulling up the sparkly tulle. I grabbed the fabric to stop. A full family threesome. Technically, one could call it rape, but it wasn’t that, was it?” Amy grinned impishly as Cassie walked into the bathroom behind us and started kissing my upper back.“You can’t rape the willing, babe. Never could. What about Billie? Did she end up with Dieter, Samantha, Elisabeth, Roger? Who?” I inquired now.“Samantha and Dieter ended up one-on-one, a good bit of oral that made Samantha cum like fifty times or something. Very one-sided, yes, but Dieter’s not one to.