I really didn't know how to begin. I didn't know what to tell him, andwhat not. I decided to share just what he NEEDED to know, and no more.I told him...that I'd been visited by a strange old man who offered me asolution to my most-probably-soon-to-be-fatal illness, but at a big cost:I would magically become a young girl. At first he laughed. I told him Ididn't believe the guy either, but asked him if he thought I should giveit a try anyway... what would be better, death, or to be a girl? He. I just nodded as I looked hungrily down the trail towards the Dining Hall. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I could detect the faint smell of Mable's fried chicken, even from here. The smell reminded me I hadn't eaten since last night."Don't worry," Anna added. "Mable wouldn't let you go hungry. In fact she insisted on fixing your saddle bags herself."Anna and I mounted our horses and headed out. Thankfully, we weren't riding fast and Anna didn't say much of anything else, letting. Her mother had been very candid about her firstperiod long before it happened. Her mom had been concerned that shemight hear something from the older girls at her school, and befrightened by it. It was just a milestone in her life. There were several other memories from early high school, including earlycrushes. She blushed as she looked at the console and realized herfather was currently living through the day she discovered masturbation,and had her first orgasm -- her first real. I am exposed. My eyes are still closed, but I pull my arms up around my breasts. I feel more weight come onto the bed. There are multiple persons around me. I feel hands grab each of my arms and pin them spread against the bed. I struggle to pull them away from the grasp but the hands don't budge. Now I feel hands on my legs, spreading them. They are sliding up from my calves, pushing my knees apart, and to my inner thighs. My eyes spring open.Three men are surrounding me. Two are on either.