"Petra, you did a good job with your lippie, but the pencil completes itdoesn' it?" Jordan said.I nodded trying to work out how a Petra should speak. ...Apart from myflat chest I looked like a woman now."I know what you are thinking Petra," Jordan said to me. "Here Leah.She's your ex-boy."I noticed that Jordan had called me "she" and "an ex-boy" rather than an"ex-boyfriend" as I gazed at myself in the mirror and fixed my ponytail.No, strange as it sounded, I could not think of myself as male. They were wincing at the pain of the cocks taking their asses, but it soon turned to pleasure as the cocks were lubed by the cum in the sluts’ asses.Several guys had me over by the big picture-window and had me bent over facing the opening as they roughly fucked my ass from behind. I could clearly be seen from the street as they used me. Many cars went by and some slowed down. Some even pulled into the drive and joined the many men there in the process of fucking us. My tits were bouncing and. I need to take a leak. I remove my gloves and stuff them in a back pocket. I whip out my cock and piss away. After all, what’s another pint of piss in the hay? I’m the one who has to shovel it up.With cock in hand, my mind wanders to what happened at lunch and, sure enough, I start to get a boner. When I have finished pissing, my cock is semi-hard. I look at it, watching it grow, and I decide to treat myself. I’ll jerk off. I go into the tack room where the floor is dry. Myra would not be. Truth” I had to try and test the watersMe: “Do you ever think of me when you diddle?”Cindy looked at me with a surprised look and let out a small giggle. “Diddle? Is that a code word for poking pins into a voodoo doll?”I laughed and shook my head. “Always the smart-ass. No, not exactly... to be honest, I have been diddling a lot thinking about you”This left her at a loss of words. She looked at me with a nervous smile. I continued, “Are you still a virgin?” Cindy: “Hey, you’re.