On a walk around some of the school I bumped into more people, some teachers, a lot of who didn’t recognise me at first until they heard my name the... it came back and we had a laugh, I was still calling them Miss or Mr. Whatever, 5 years on and I still didn’t know their names.“So what you been up to then?” was a popular question, I was tempted to tell them about my writing here, the stories I’d done since leaving but I thought better of it and just said, “Oh this and that” with a smile.It was. A quick trip to Pam's room for a bra, and a half dozen water balloons later so did he, who would have thought it was so hard to make two water balloons the same size.With his new girlish figure he looked again in the mirror with just a touch of awe. If he squinted just right it could be a fairly boyish girl wearing this dress. As he turned to examine himself the skirt brushed his legs teasingly, he hadn't been prepared for how good that would feel. Right then and there he knew that he would be. His fingertips slide under the front of my pants now. I undid the button with my other hand and quickly used both to lower my pants past my hips. My panties - thin and white with little flowers on them - peaked out. Before resuming my grip on his cock, my hand cupped his balls for a few seconds. When the strokes began, his fingers breached my underwear. They felt soaked and I hoped he wouldn't be grossed out, which I would realize later was a silly worry.His fingers glided through my pubic. The walls were pink, a few of the old band posters were still on the wall, others that she had thankfully grown out of were rolled up and tucked away under the bed. The old bin full of stuffed animals and plushies was still sitting against the wall under the window and her record player, the one given to her by her grandfather, still sat on her desk. It was strange not going away for college. It was almost as if her life didn’t change, but she still felt wrong polluting the innocent place with.