In order to permanently change Jerry Norris into Jeri Whiting, it had transformed _his_ parents, Pete Norris and Stella Whiting Norris, into _her_ par...nts, Patty Norris Whiting and Steve Whiting. Most likely, neither they nor anyone else would any memories of ever being anything else.And now new memories flowed into her mind as well. She still remembered growing up as Jerry Norris, but now those memories seem to belong to someone else. She remembered a new past of dolls and tea parties, dresses. I wanted to get away from all the bad memories and get a fresh start. I had always wanted to see Los Angeles, and with nothing to hold me in Ohio anymore, I thought the change would do me good.I'd never had much trouble making friends. I was pretty popular in high school–you know, I was a cheerleader, part of the Prom Court for homecoming, and all that. I had a couple of different boyfriends during those years (both younger than me) and never missed a dance. When I got to college, I quickly. So we kissed on it anyway and kept fucking, then soon I got an idea from a porno. I said "I'll be back baby, I need to cum." I really wanted to get my fist piece of tight pink ass but the cute brunette didn't do anal. So I went over to the drummer as the bleach blonde filmed me and then I got behind the super hot blonde as she was riding the drummer. I looked down at my dick, the head was really red and shiny and a string of semen hanging from the tip. My dick was totally wet with the. I dropped down behind a tree, at least, I hoped it was behind a tree, since I didn't know where the shooter was. This guy was smart enough to be using smokeless powder, so there was no tell-tale plume of gunsmoke to point him out.I knew roughly where he had been when he fired, because of the way the splinters flew when the slug hit the saddle horn. But, that didn't tell me a hell of a lot, because any sensible murderer would have moved some after that first shot. I figured the best thing for me.