We were in a "honeymoon" stage - overly affectionate, loving, and like most new couples, our sex life was HOT! We had sex several times a day - we wer... always horny. I remember I used to hold Jay's penis while he urinated. I had always mostly sat to pee, I guess because I had no male influence growing up, but Jay thought it was cute. But very quickly the dynamic changed, and Jay became pretty strict with me, ordering me around, yelling at me when I fucked up, even grabbing me and shaking me. The reason was my mom who was single and who faced the hidden nature of society and people while bringing me up. I will tell the detailed story later ( trust me it won’t be boring ).Coming to the story. I in my second year first semester of college and one day while having a regular morning breakfast conversation with my mom. It went like this:Me(Dolly): Mom the breakfast is delicious like always, better be watching my calorie count before I put up some weight.Mon: Haha don’t worry Dolly I make. I know someone who can make me afake birth certificate good enough to pass and get you in school as asecond grader. Imagine it could be like starting over, and going back tosecond grade having to go to school with all those little girls andboys. I bet you would just love that."I sat there thinking over this deal, to me it sounded like a dream cometrue. Plus it could be a lot of fun. Starting school all over again, andmaybe going to little girl's birthday parties, plus maybe doing littlegirls. " i was actually getting turned on by the fact that she was half naked, with a light shirt that would let you see her nipple color and it was so tight that you could see her nipples even if they werent erect and trust me they were. "Im sorry please forgive me." i said. "Okay, to make it up for me your gonna have to... do some things for me." "I am not gonna cook breakfeast for you." i said. "NO DUMBASS! I want you to fuck me." i looked at her and she looked at me with the most sexiest grey.