I wrapped my arms around her thighs from underneath her, and grabbed her hip bones in an iron grip with my hands. As she got into what I was doing she...began to writhe and buck, and it was all I could do to hold her still. By this time her gentle moans had turned into wild cries of passion, and when she reached orgasm she grabbed my head in a death grip, pulling my hair violently. I wanted to continue and throw her into multiple orgasms, but I knew that was not possible. Oh it was quite possible. Still, her friends had sensed something that she hadn't until this minute, her mood and actions betraying to them what she hadn't considered: that this one was particularly important to her.She looked down at the outfit she'd carefully chosen, a baby blue knit top that hugged her trim figure and complemented her short blonde hair, and a pair of off-white slacks that looked like they'd been painted on. Of course she looked hot. There'd been men's eyes on her from the moment she stepped out of. "Now your pants," she said, curled up on the bed watching.I slid off my socks and took off my pants to reveal a throbbing boner in my boxers. Her eyes widened with glee when she saw how turned on I was. "Hmmm now the boxers."I stepped through the boxers and my cock rigidly stood to attention.She stepped forward and circled my naked body, "oh yes you have a nice body slave." She stopped at my cock and stroked my pubes, "but we need to do something about this." She dragged me into the bathroom. " What am I gonna do, mom? Can't I take the test again, show it was amistake?" Not till next year, that's the rules, I'm afraid." A year. I gotta be a girl for a year?" It looks that way. But look at it this way. Let's suppose that the testis wrong, somehow, and you really aren't a girl. You are stuck beingtreated as one at school for the next year, no matter what, so yourattitude is going to be very important. You can make yourself miserable,and make everyone around you miserable, but they.