I looked in the mirror, and I still saw a boy.The second year was better as my appearance became undeniably feminine. By the latter half of the year, ...obody I met thought I was a boy. I looked like a girl, and I was treated like a girl, even if I was legally still male.The third year was horrible again, as I geared up for the awful, humiliating, and costly “Transsexuellengesetz” process that would allow me to change my gender in Germany legally.Then in the fourth year, after the court had. “Please sir, don’t spank me.”“But Julie, I have to. You really deserve it.”I beckoned her over. She came over to my right side, lifting her skirt as she went. Modesty stopped her from raising it above her knees. When she was close enough, I took her arm and gently guided her over my lap. Her body pressed down on mine. I had placed another chair just to the left so that she could brace her hands on the cushion.I figured it was my responsibility to prepare her clothes for this. I pulled up her. I felt my pussy clamp down on the rabbit’s cock, feeling the beads against my inner walls, as they moved clockwise and counterclockwise. The rabbit stimulated my anus in a way I had never experienced before, but wanted again, and my clit loved my bullet. The sensation was so incredible that I didn’t stop until a second orgasm hit. My body was covered in sweat, and I could smell the sweet aroma of my pussy’s juices in the air. I set my toys on my bed, dipped my fingers in my pussy, and took a. The next day, I woke up at eleven thirty.I headed downstairs, to find everyone up but Peter."Where's Pete?" I asked."Not feeling too well. Your father knocked on his door earlier this morning, and all he heard was a groan."I laughed. "Let me go see."I raced back up the stairs.I slowly opened Peter's door, and then raced in and dove on the bed.My brother rolled onto the floor. He groaned some more.I slipped from the bed, and plopped down on him."Morning sleepy."He groaned some more."Aw ....