As I looked into the mirror I could see myself but with a girls body. Well, almost a girl's body. I instantly realized that I was no great shakes as a... girl. It was obvious that when I wrote my story I had concentrated on the two primary areas of a seventeen-year-old boy's lust. I had done fairly well in the breast, waist and hip department but that was about all I had done well in. The face in the mirror was a boy's face, as were the shoulders arms and hands. My feet were too big and my legs. ‘On my last birthday he surprised me with pink roses.’ The picture of him handing her those flowers flashed by. ‘I share hot fudge sundaes with him and ice cream in a cone. He’d wipe my face when the ice cream starts to melt all over’. And although you cannot see him, I’m not standing here alone. He is always with me. I know because he told me. ‘I’ll be forever in his heart.” With that, her little hand reached up and lay across her chest. She could feel her little heart beating in her chest. Before she knew what was happening, Selina’s entire body began to convulse in a surprisingly strong orgasm.“Oh, my!” she gasped.“Something wrong?” Jake asked, pausing for a moment.“No, it’s just… that’s never happened before,” Selina replied. “My breasts have never been that sensitive, but the way you’re playing with them… holy shit!”“Well, if playing with your tits does that, I can’t wait to see what happens when I do… this.”Selina bit her lip as Jake began to work lower, kissing his way. Then, at least I'll know that somebody else knows what they did to me.Who's "they"? The Government... that's who. It ain't right what they did, but I can't do anything about it now. But somebody should know.See, it all started when my wife ran off with her fucking hairdresser, and I had to take care of my three kids all by myself. You got kids? Yeah? Well I got a son and two daughters. My boy's eighteen now, his name is... well, I'll just call him Bobby, OK? And then there's... Jill... yeah.