Getting blown in the 70s was the campus standard for casual sex. At big schools like McGill, gender was much of an issue. If you were a straight, horn...y male, finding a guy who gave head was easy. One in 40 in that demographic, they said at the time, so at least 50 guys who were ready and willing and minutes away, though you might be waiting in line. Girls? Plenty put out, but the process took time. I became one of those 50. Word gets around. When I began my second year at McGill, half they guys. He liked it so much he decided to move here after the war. We actually met in the drugstore after school one day. I was a senior in high school and was about two weeks away from graduation. A bunch of us girls would go down to the drugstore after school, sit at the counter and spend most of the afternoon drinking one coke or a shake and talk about boys. Boy, we had such romantic ideas of men and women. None of us knew what we were talking about."Anyway, your father showed up and all of us spent. When they joined Lucy,Debbie, and the rest of the first years afterwards they were all eager toknow what this was about."Somebody wants to become our legal guardian with a view to eventuallyadopting us," she told them, not revealing this was just confirmation ofsomething she and Jennifer already knew was coming."Lucky cows!" said someone.They all knew what this meant. Because the girls they now were had notexisted until they were transformed into them they had no actual parents.Since a whole. I was still rigid as I was lifted. As I was lifted fully vertically my eyes focussed on a full length mirror that was directly in front of me.In the mirror I saw my reflection. However , I did not see myself. What I saw was a shop front mannequin, of the hard plastic variety. The mannequin was female , with large breasts and a seductive figure. The mannequin had eye holes and I suddenly realised , as those eyes moved that they were MY eyes. I came to the realisation that I was trapped INSIDE.