She ended up asking me to meet her at a park that is pretty much the halfway marker from my house to her house. I agreed, thinking that she just neede... someone to talk to for a while and cool off. Boy was i wrong.I got to the park first. I sat there and waited for about 15 minutes, thinking she bailed on me, or it was a test from christina to see if i liked her sister. Sure enough she shows up, looking cute as ever. It was a warm night and all i had on was a wife beater and basketball shorts. "Didn't believe me. After everything that'sbeen done that to you?" Her hands had waved to encompass my changedbody. "Which part of all this... this nightmare did you believe? Whenyou started growing those big boobs or when you lost your cock?"I'd closed my eyes and seen again the accusing pencil strokes on thatpost-it note that came under the door in that awful white room where I'dlast been a man. 'We're going to make you understand what it is to beraped.'Nobody can ever know what rape really. She had very perky small breasts with dark nipples that point slightly upwards. The color contrast between her dark nipples and her soft olive skin was amazing to see. I sat and looked at her stunning body and face. She giggled and said she loved to have me looking at her that way. She sat back on the couch and told me to stand up and take my pants off. I did, and was self very aware of my throbbing member tight in my boxer briefs as I dropped my pants. She bite her bottom lip as she saw me. As I came closer, I realised that it was a child’s bucket and spade half buried in the sand, perhaps forgotten about after a family picnic. The bucket and spade looked so sad and abandoned, yet so brightly coloured at the same time which seemed incongruous. Somehow the sight of these touched me deeply, and I felt a lump in my throat. I realised it was no good. I was going to have to think about him now I had the time and the space, and made my way slowly to one of the benches facing the sea. I.