One day-I'm guessing it was my sophomore year-I observed another girl-blonde, like me-in my philosophy class getting off! It was incredible! I'm no pr...de, but while I had felt the crotch of my jeans against my clit before, it had never occurred to me to carry it to completion! She sat in the front row (she had balls! LOL!) with one leg crossed over the other, and constantly swinging the upper leg. The leg swinging would grow in intensity until she clamped her legs together with a quiet-or not. Andthat of the changes themselves, what will it be like? I guess what I'msaying is that getting rid of my hated balls and cock are one thing,but the thought of what I might have in their place just hadn't enteredmy mind until now. Being rid of my "outies" is one thing, but toreplace them with an "innie" is yet another. And yet, the more I thinkabout it, the more feasible the concept becomes. Why couldn't, orshouldn't, I go for it? Over time and between my seeing my Psychiatristagain, I finally. Since it was noon time most of the crewmen, who looked to be Mexican, were grouped under some big shade trees eating their lunch, but this one guy who seemed to be a flagman was sitting alone on a bench about one hundred yards from the others, monitoring the intersection while eating his lunch and drinking a beer.The moment I saw him I was reminded of the descriptions of some of the Mexican men in the stories I had been reading and some of the pictures. They were ordinary-looking, short men who. Wally didn’t quite understand all the business about Confirmation and it all seemed a bit over the top with religious stuff and all that but he knew she set store by it and did a good job of convincing the nuns down at the school that she was Miss Innocence all pure and lily white and untouched by nasty boy’s fingers.Wally knew the opposite was true with the last count of no less than thirty-nine rubbers filled with scum from thirty-nine different dicks all draining with groans and moans into.