This story happened to me when I was in engineering (21 Yrs). To describe myself I am 5-8 height slim. Any lady will rate me 8 on a scale on 10 for my...looks. I am a sports man so I look in good shape not in mussels but physic. I am fair and good looking guy. Let me come into the story which happened between me and my apartment’s girl. I was studying in engineering at that time and her name is Mounika. She was studying in Inter 2nd year (18 Yrs). They moved to our apartments newly. I was staying. There is a roar of escaping gas as one of the cooling systems vents,and I jump.I feel an ache from my hands and realize I am gripping the arm of mychair, like I'm on a rollercoaster about to leave. My mouth is dry.I look down at myself, my male body. So many things could go wrong overthe next few days - this might well be the last time I ever see it.For this most important journey I have dressed in smart work pants,suitable for attending a business meeting. I put them on to maintainthe fiction. Over the years it seems that the cushions had lost the battle with the 260 pounders that normally use it.“Bear, besides being a professor of Kinesiology, is also the weight training coach of the McGill football team. The weight room is adjacent to the gymnastics area where I was practicing. I have been doing gymnastics since I was a little girl. I saw him watching me a few times before he walked in to talk to me. He told me he was very impressed with my flexibility and technique but thought. Next day after waking up I decided to go on a tour of the village as I wanted to enjoy some of the fresh air. I visited a few friends of mine with whom I used to play during my childhood visit to the village.I went to their fields and talked and relived those old days. In one of those meetings, I met Rekha (obvious name change). She is the sister of one of my friends and we both used to play together too. I came to know from her that she is studying in my city and has joined it a few months.