The next few hours flew by as we renewed our old friendship and she talked about school and life and the awards she had won for her artwork. We had po...ished off a gourmet pizza we had ordered in and I just poured the last glass of a bottle of Merlot for her.“I’m not sure I should be giving you all this wine” I said jokingly. “Well, I may not look it” she replied, “but I’m old enough, besides I won’t tell Mom and Dad if you don’t”.I raised my glass in a mock toast to her. The wine was beginning. Mark stopped and asked, is this your first time. Yes I said quickly. Smiling he said don't worry baby, I'll be gentle. I didn't try to stop him. My body wanted to be touched and my brain no longer worked. I froze as he stepped back and slid the dress off my shoulders. I just knew it was over when he seen I was a guy. I tried to think what to do. As soon as the dress hit the floor, Marks eyes lit up. I closed my eyes and waited for him to start yelling. Instead of being mad he said, this is my. "It still isn't the same thing Claire. I want my old life back. I don't think I can go on like this....." The despair in his voice was obvious. She was beginning to prefer her life as a guy but she knew that she had to do something for Robert. She realized that deep down she had come to love him. His happiness was what mattered. She mumbled under her breathe "I wish that me and Robert switched bodies again." Then a voice in her head seemed to say that things that had been wished for could. Oh my god she thought to herself I’m going to be gang ****d. Her hands were now bound through the bed posts and a cock was shoved forcefully into her mouth the strange man yelled sharply at her to suck him off. Mark’s fingers left her pussy and she whimpered at the empty cold feeling between her legs. “Ah the whore wants something in her dirty pussy,” Mark laughed, “Who will oblige her?” A dick was mercilessly shoved into her unsuspecting vagina and without waiting for her to adjust to the size.