The last I remembered before last night had been laying in bed waiting to die of old age and generally crappy health. There should be no way I could b... sitting in a tent somewhere by a lake, let alone sitting cross-legged. I was far too old for that shit.So I looked at myself for the first time, and damn it, I wasn't me!After 93 years, you know yourself pretty well. 93 years of staring at your own face in the mirror every day makes you pretty good at knowing the nooks and crannies of what makes. "No," she said. "I know you're going to use it for pot. You smoked up in my room, you're being a dick, I'm not lending you money."Jason laughed, "Lend me the money or I rape your friend." Fuck off, Jay."At that, Jason grabbed me by my hair, stuffed my face into his crotch under the blanket. He began thrusting and I felt a wee bit of a boner against my face. "Jordyn! Jordyn! Jordyn!" I screamed, laughing, but also horrified. After she screamed some foul insults at him, Jason let go of my hair,. His cock and testicles was bursting against the restraints and his discomfort so aroused me!But I too was also desperate for his cock!I parted my thighs and beckoned him to me.The bondage made his movements awkward so I helped line-up his cock. He moaned with the anticipation of fucking me.“OK Guy; make a start!” I said encouragingly.It took him a few stabs before his cock slid into me but it we both expressed an ecstatic cry. My cunt pulsed on his penis. I was already close to a climax.Slowly. My parents' home used to bemy haven, a place where I could escape from 'Stephanie' and be 'Steve'again, even if just for a short while... Now, thanks to my lies, it lookslike 'Steve' is gone for good.I moan as faint sunlight streams onto my face, waking me from my slumber.As I open my eyes, I briefly panic- it takes me a few seconds to realisethat the bedroom I'm in indeed belongs to me- or rather, belongs to'Steve'. After showering and shaving, I head back into my bedroom, whereI have a moment.