It was barely long enough to cover anything. The shirt barely covered my boobs. Suddenly my girlfriend gave me a hug and soft kiss on my red lips. I c...nfessed to her I was startled scared and excited at the same time.Laura held my hand and we walked out to her car. As she drove, she kept one of her hands rubbing my bare mound very softly. Before long Laura pulled up in front of a nice illuminated house. We walked to the front door holding hands. The main door was open so we entered the living. Tony was a rather excitable sort of chap, and something obviously was up. ‘James, old pal,’ he said, ‘what are you doing this weekend?’ It was the August Bank Holiday weekend, which of course meant that there were no lectures on Monday. ‘Well, I hadn’t really made any plans,’ I replied. ‘Thought I might just go down to London and visit my parents.’ ‘What would you say to a weekend in the country?’ asked Tony. A weekend in the country, I thought, in what promised to be glorious summer weather. I. Not as deep as the first but there was pain and pleasure. Since she was very wet and sloppy the cock pumped in and out easily and the burning between her legs was back and she knew pain or not she was going to have at least one or two more orgasms. She was almost there when he grabbed her ass and sunk his cock as deep as he could she moaned with the pain and pleasure as his cock twitched and exploded in her cervix with a flood of hot cum. The cum flowing in her made her scream and she had. I would have taken that risk but like I said, the whole village was in league against me on this.I found myself next year wearing a pleated navy blue skirt, a white blouse with a lacy collar, pretty ankle socks, Mary Jane shoes, pale blue cotton vest and panties with my longish hair (which had been allowed to grow since the decision) tied in plaits with pale blue ribbons. I hated what I was wearing and hated that my name had been changed from Andrew to Jennifer. I asked to be called Andrea so.