The orphanage had a huge garden, to save funds. I spent a long time every spring with a spade, hoe, and other garden tools in my hands. My 'chief assi...tant', was Denise.That was our life, until I was thirteen, and Denise was twelve. Our lives were transformed by freak happenstance.That day, as a 'treat', the sisters walked all the children to Freeman Park. It had all sorts of playground equipment, along with a huge field. That field was big enough to fly a kite. Some of the kids were doing just. She hurriedly pulled him into the cubicle that he had rented for her at the start of the day and before he was able to open his mouth to enquire as to what was going on he had a finger pressed on his lips – the universal symbol for shh. The quizzical look on his face only deepened when she dropped to her knees and in one fell swoop had his trunks around his ankles. Realisation of what she had planned came to him as he felt a hand become encircled around most of his considerable girth and the. At first it just disturbed me and I hovered between sleep and full consciousness, but I was finally forced to acknowledge it when I became aware of the itching again. I winced as I dragged myself out of bed, forgetting about my operation, and looked out of the window to see a party in full swing, just across the road from me. I felt desperate. I was on the verge of tears and I started crying from frustration such was my need for sleep, and if this kept up then I felt that I would surely suffer. When Ihad come out of the pod I had no hair toe nails or finger nails. Ithurts to grow new nails! I did have a nice even teeth though. Paultried to explain why but there was so much jargon in the discussionthat I could not follow it. I had a slim build and small breasts. Ifelt that my face was just about perfect.I went through a brief narcissistic phase. I really loved the new me.All of it. Yes, I explored everything. No, I am not ready to tell youabout it. I was even more fascinated by my.