I couldn't hold it anymore and I just passed out.I woke up the next day inside an unfamiliar room. Witha silk violet camisole, and a weird dizziness t...atlater I understood was from the medicines thatthey used on me for the last two weeks.I saw my self on the mirror but I didn't recognizethe girl that looked back at me. Slowly I lifted thehem of my camisole to see that my pink panties didn'tcontain my small penis.I took them off to see that I had now a mound of skin,divided by a slit, making me. This one early summer day however I found myself alone sitting on the back porch throwing stones at the garage when my neighbor Johnny called over the fence and asked me if I wanted to help him clean out the basement and maybe earn some money. Johnny was going on 18 and was headed off to college at the end of the summer and he was actually a friend of my older brother's.I didn't think much of the invitation but considered making some extra cash and quickly said yes, jumping over the fence to. I had always expected that sex would be about the same as, if not slightlyworse than masturbating. The rabbit was, after all, inherently better equippedfor the job of bringing a woman to orgasm than a man with a dick. What I nowrealise is that it is not all about the vagina. His cock pounded away, andhis pubic bone seemed to stimulate my clit satisfactorily but it was the feelingof being wrapped round this man who was fucking me hard and fast that seemedto add an inestimable extra amount of. I mean, of course I had fantasized this moment. I had seen Britney Spears nude in my bed a thousand times before. I had jerked-off to the thought of Britney naked, her tits thrusting up at me, her legs parting and offering me a taste of that sweet virgin pussy. But how did that thought, that fantasy of Britney naked, suddenly become real? There she was. Her glossy lips parting, her pearly teeth teasing into a smile, delighting in my sense of wonder and enjoyment. "Do you like what you see?".