It was clear, looking at that lastphoto in the album, the one that had also been hung up on my bedroom wall,that I had blossomed into a confident youn... lady.No, saying I felt like that fourteen year old again was not quite right.If anything, I felt like I had regressed to YOUNGER than that confidentfourteen year old. I was closer to the person in that FIRST picture, aneight year old boy who was wearing a dress for the very first time, who wasafraid of what was happening to him, but was excited. Short skirts. Tightpants. All designed to announce that they're interested in one thing:sex. You flash in and out of moments in time. At one point you get alook at yourself, glancing in a mirror on a wall, on the dance floor.But what you see is impossible. You're that girl! You're dressed justas she was, and there's a boy behind you grinding up against you. Youdon't seem to have any control over what's going on, so you respond asany girl might, and push your ass into his crotch, feeling. I groaned as I realised sperm was gonna shoot inside me but I didn’t really care. Jen’s snatch enveloping my tongue as her muscles contracted before spurting a little cum over my face. As Jen screeched, squashing my head in her soft smooth thighs, I could feel Lee speed up, my cunt grasping the hard rod as I too came, my toes wriggling as I bent my knees slightly, Lee’s last thrust deep inside me before releasing sperm into my body. With that, the lights came on fully, the machines around us. Sean opened the long box first to reveal four Japanese swords, Katanas, of exquisite beauty, and sharp enough to split a hair. Sean and I only looked at two of them for now before replacing them in the box. The shiny silver colored blades had lines of Magic rippling down them when withdrawn partway from their scabbards.The first casket held four sets of heavy silver rings. When we opened it, the rings sparked once and instantly flew to the index finger of each of our hands. The casket closed by.