"As she said those words, she raised her right hand, reached down my shorts, searched through my boxers, and grabbed my cock. She gripped it and began...to stroke it with her right hand."Something really... really big," she emphasized.Instinctively, I pulled her hand out of my boxers and shorts."Becca, we're outside! And in public!" I cried."I know," she said. "That's what makes this so exciting. Besides, it's not like this is the first time we did something like this outdoors." Yeah but not in. Maybe It wasn't you that gave me that stuff and maybe it was mominstead. Maybe you haven't heard my prayers and cries and maybe youdon't know me. Since last Christmas, my mommy has been really mean tome. She has been forcing me to live this year as a girl and I havereally been miserable. She used to love me so what has changed? Why is she forcing me to be agirl? Since that last Christmas, I have been very sad it it has been themost humiliating year. Last Christmas wasn't happy for me and isn't. This was quite an event for students at that time…it’s a pity that this got lost with the years. It was a time where we were free… less adult supervision and while dancing and singing in the stands, we got hit on with numerous guys. I had caught the eye of a nice looking boy from RCC… he was definitely older than me….but wasn’t obnoxious. He approached me…and very soon, we were sitting together in the back… It was fun…naughty… lots of other people were doing that…short term couples. He asked me. The music started and people were dancing, after a while slow music came on and they danced slow and close. The older man came up, took my hand and said come on sweetie, I was caught up in everything and went with him. We stepped on the floor, he pulled my close and put his hand on my lower back. As we slow danced he asked me who I was and what I was doing. I told him about the party and I got scared that the students would spread rumors of me being gay. He said don't worry about it. I started.