P., the running back on the team and a total hottie. He was about 6 foot, built like a rock, and I had heard a lot of stories about his large cock fro... other girls. We had always been friends but never hooked up and to be honest I never thought he was into me. We started talking and drinking together for a while, eventually making our way to the living room where people were dancing. He got behind me and I grinded my ass up against his cock, which I could feel getting harder and harder. I took. After three months I had to visit the doctor to have a follow-upcheckup. In the car ride over mom asked about the changes."Do you want to keep doing this?"I looked out the window and told her, "Yes mom. I have to deal with thefact that I'm not a boy anymore." What do you mean?"I told her about my thoughts and how my penis was slightly smaller."And besides girls don't have one anyway. I can deal with it."Each day that spring I would consider my alternatives but I didn't feelready or independent. She hiked up her dress laid back and spread her legs. The rings she had in where easy to pop the ball off of and take them out. I had to push the new thicker gauge rings through the small hole , it wasn't that hard and my wife being as tuff as she is never complained once. I told her that once I get the balls installed those rings will never come out unless I use the spreader pliers on them again. When I finished I handed her a small hand mirror so she could check them out. She was happy and. We shouldn't waste time being pissed offwe had to have a sex change. It's hilarious if you think about it.Right?" I nudged her and she gave a little smile."I guess so." This is a lot of fun," I said. "We should really try and get thebenefit while we can - feel what it's like for the other half." I got upagain. "I don't know about you but I want to go and check myself out inthe mirror. You coming?"She frowned, unsure."Come on," I said with a grin. "Live a little. Enjoy yourself."She got to her.