"What's wrong?" she whispered.I was crying as I tried to explain. "I hate this! I'm a guy, not a girl. I want my old life back." Yes! Thank you, God,"... she said as she fell down onto my chest."What did you say?" I asked her as I fought back my tears."Sit up, Jonathan, I'll tell you what just happened." She waited while I adjusted my panties and stockings, then she pulled off my scrunchie and began stroking my hair as I stifled my sobs. "I spent a lot of time with shrinks and doctors before I had. There could have been one or two gay boys in the class maybe, no more than that. Most of them were straight. Most of them had girlfriends, but it’s fun getting naked with other lads. You don’t have to be gay to take your clothes off with other boys and play with your dicks. All the lads, they soon found out that being naked with other boys was well fucking horny. There wasn’t a boy in class who didn’t have a great big steaming hard-on.They were all showing off their cocks. There were cut cocks. She wearing black slacks and a pale pink sweaterIt’s been over a year since we spoke. We haven’t seen one another. We haven’t talked on the phone. We haven’t communicated at all. She is standing with a group of Indian students. I’m walking alone when I see her. I pass and circle back to make sure it’s her. She doesn’t see me. I don’t approach. I circle back a second time. I find a friend leaving the same class I came from and walk with him. We pass her together. I look directly at. Even in a 4x4, you don't get anywhere out in our wilderness on these bad dirt and crushed rock mining roads quickly. It didn't help that both women had lost most of their clothes already and had their hands full of cunt or my cock nearly the entire drive.The rest of the next week was pretty much a blur. We gave up even trying to wear any clothes pretty much straight off the bat even though it was just early spring and none too warm yet. We were in a pretty remote region and dad had this lake.