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High School GirlsHigh School Girls A Rings of the Oni Storyby Jaana”Three teenage boys find their simple lives completely overturned, andtheir friendship put to the test, when an unexpected find grants themboth nightmare and gift beyond price.”*** WARNING: The following story contains graphic depictions of sex,female transformation and female arousal. You have been warned! ***”Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people withwhom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.”- Marcus Aurelius, ‘Meditations'”For I have been a traveler in a strange land.”- Exodus 2:22***Chapter 1***Darren yelled as the floor rushed at him, his books spilling from hishands. His breath burst out of him as he impacted on the floor, hischeek smacking the ground hard. His glasses skittered across thehallway, a lens rolling away from the broken frame.”Ooops” Mike Kowalski smirked down at him, his foot outstretched. “Watch where you’re going, geek. I don’t want any ‘nerd’ on my shoe,”he commented, and pretended to inspect his foot. His friends laughed,as did some nearby girls. Darren got up, feeling around for his glasses. Mike stepped on hishand, and Darren cried out in pain. “What’s that? I didn’t hear that. You’re supposed to be sayingsomething to me!” “OWWWW! I’m sorry, Mike!””That’s better. I won’t be so forgiving next time!” His friendslaughed again, following him down the hall, remoras hanging from ashark. Fucking bastard. Fuck him and his fucking suck-up friends,Darren thought savagely.Mike was the star on the school’s wrestling team, handsome, built like aslab of muscle. Competition among the girls for his attention wasfierce, despite him being an raging asshole. He was always surroundedby friends hoping to benefit from the attention. Bottom feeders, Darren thought disgustedly. Idiots. He picked up hisglasses. The frame was broken, and Darren swore. He put them on,seeing the world rendered into both sharpness and blurry dullness. Hepicked up the fallen lens and ducked into the bathroom. He tried to fixthem, but it was no use. He put them back on and looked in the mirror. As usual, he hated what he saw.A weedy, pimply looking teenager stared back at him through the one goodlens of his glasses. His Greek heritage came through in the black curlyhair on his head and olive skin, but those were the only positiveattributes about his appearance. His features were narrow and the eyeslarge. It was not an handsome face. His slight build and weak chincontributed to his general unattractiveness.Girls never looked at him twice, and rarely even once. Except for Samand Joe, his best friends, he didn’t have anyone. Probably never would.He felt in his gut that he would always be lonely, and it was a knifeconstantly twisting in his heart. He knew he was intelligent, evencharming. Knew he could be a great boyfriend, if anyone gave him thechance. But it was all wasted because of an unlucky roll of the geneticdice.He sighed and left the restroom.***”So what did you do last night?” Sam asked, shifting the bookbaghanging off his shoulder. He was an unremarkable teenager, his brownhair framing a round face speckled with freckles. But his brown eyeswere sharp and keen, darting everywhere, missing nothing.His companion, a stout man whose large jaw and muscled frame gave himthe appearance of maturity beyond his s*******n years, shrugged hisbroad shoulders. “I worked on the transmission. I finally got it assembled!” Joe was acar freak, fascinated by all machines but motor vehicles in particular. He dreamt of opening his own custom hot rod shop someday, and what timehe didn’t spend with his friends he spent working on his custom Dodge ortinkering with this or that mechanical part. He even kept a smalltoolkit in his bookbag, ‘just in case’.Sam snorted. He, Darren and Joe were lifelong buddies, having grown uptogether in the small mountain town of Shadow Creek. “Gee, that’s a surprise. Is there anything that you do apart fromtinkering? Besides wasting time with us, your non-mechanical buddies.”Sam looked at him and grinned. “I eat, I shit, and I waste time inschool.””We need to find you a girlfriend. Shit, I’m surprised you don’t haveone already!” Sam was perpetually annoyed at how Joe, with his blondehair, warm brown eyes and naturally muscular build; could really pick upany girl with ease. But he never did. Sam and Darren frequentlyencouraged him to, but Joe had always quipped that a girl would have tolove cars more than himself before he would date her. Sam’s mouth soured. The first time Joe had said that, Sam had exploded,his fiery temper getting the better of him, as it often did. EvenDarren, who was normally a quiet guy, had yelled at Joe in frustration. But Joe weathered it, as he weathered everything that came his way, andSam wondered if he could ever really be phased, by anything.Joe quickly changed the subject. “I know what you did, last night!Even I noticed that the night sky was clear yesterday. See anythinginteresting?” Sam was an avid stargazer. Joe knew that Darren and Sam, like many other teenage boys, had troublewith the fairer sex. The fairer sex *was* trouble, Joe reflectedcontentedly, and he was happy to not get involved. His hand and a pornomag would always be enough for him. His true love was for cars.”Oh, it was amazing last night. It was so incredibly clear. I was ableto sketch the Andromeda galaxy – normally it’s just a blurry blob, buttonight it was incredibly vivid!””A galaxy? Cool! Is it close by?” Sam winced, but knew that Joe wasnot the sharpest tack in the box. Still, he was a good buddy. He waslooking forward to watching a movie with him and Darren tonight. Asfriends, they were nearly inseparable, having grown up together.They entered Shadow Creek High School (Home of the Mountain Marlins!)where they met Darren. “Aw man…” Sam said, seeing the broken glasses framing Darren’s face. “It’s Mike again, isn’t it.” Joe extended his hand, and Darren gave him the glasses, impelled by thehonest, appraising look on his face. Joe took the glasses, and simplystudied them as an interesting problem to be fixed. “You can’t just let this keep happening, Darren!” Sam cried.Sam, on the other hand, was a meddler, quick to anger, but fiercelyloyal. In older days, Sam had bullied Darren much as Mike bullied himnow. The difference was that Sam and Darren had been ten, not nearly18, and those encounters had actually grown into an honest friendship.The thought of being friends with Mike made Darren want to puke.”I don’t want to talk about it, Sam! I appreciate that you’re trying tohelp, but it won’t matter. In less than two weeks he’s just going to bea bad memory, anyhow!” School was ending, the end of their final year.Sam fumed and Darren punched him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry aboutthat jerk, Sam. We’ve got other things to worry about. Final exams,and getting our diplomas.””I still think you should stand up to him. You did to me, way backwhen.”Joe had pulled out his small toolkit, and soon handed Darren’s glassesback to him. “There. That resin should hold until I can solder theframe.” “Thanks Joe. Double rainbow all the way!” They chuckled at thereference.Darren drew comfort from their concern and their friendship, but knew itwas not in his nature to stand up to anyone. He had always wondered whyhe had finally decided to stand up to Sam. Maybe it was kismet.”C’mon, school’s starting. Let’s go.” They entered into the school,reluctantly leaving the sun outside. Summer was starting and the dayswere getting warmer.***”Remember guys, tonight it’s Prince of Persia!” Joe groaned. “You know it’s gonna suck. It’s another fucking video-game retread.” He took another big bite of his burger. “Uh-uh. I heard it’s actually pretty good,” Sam muttered off-handedly,staring across the cafeteria. Joe followed his gaze, half-knowing what he would see. Amy Feldman, ofcourse. Sam had been lusting after her for the better part of the year.And why wouldn’t he, he thought, chewing slowly. She was very pretty,quite sexy. She had a strong face, sharp nose, and those shoulder-length blonde locks threaded through with beads and plaits made herstand out from the other girls. Her body wasn’t bad either – trim andathletic, small pert boobs and just enough hip and ass to stop her frombeing a board.Sam’s far-off gaze was not lost on Darren either. “Jeez Sam, let it goalready! You asked – twice! The first time she let you down easy. Thesecond time should have been a huge hint!” Sam winced. The memory of Amy scornfully calling him ‘thick’ was stillpainful. He wasn’t thick, he thought resentfully. He just wanted tomake sure. Unfortunately, the second time made it very clear that shewasn’t interested in him. Life’s unfair, he thought as he jabbed a french fry into a gob ofketchup. They would be good together. She was smart, and showed itfrequently in classes, nailing their teachers with insightful questionsthat left them stammering or blocking. The very way she had called him’thick’, where other girls would have settled for ‘stupid’ or ‘moron’,made her different from the others.Usually showing talent or intelligence at anything other than sportsgarnered you scorn and got you called a nerd, a geek or worse. But Amywas also good at sports too. He remembered when he had seen her swimthat one time. The thought of her in that sexy red one-piece… Helingered on the mental image, feeling his cock start to swell, anddashed it. I am thick, he thought dully. And ugly. And a geek. Why would she goout with me? It’s a fantasy. He took some shallow satisfaction fromthe knowledge that as far as he knew, she hadn’t gone out with anyoneelse either.”Stop sulking, Sam. After all, there’s plenty of fish in the lake,” Joesaid philosophically and Darren laughed. “What?””The sea, Joe. Plenty of fish in the sea!””Whatever,” Joe said contentedly, taking another bite. “You guys knowwhat I mean.” Their needling never phased him. He knew it was good-natured, and knew he was a bit of a blockhead. He didn’t mind. “Yeah.” Darren smiled. “Joe’s right, Sam. At least you had the gutsto go and ask her. Lots of guys wouldn’t even be able to do that!””Yeah, I know,” Sam said dispiritedly. I don’t want other fish, hethought. I just want her.Taking his mind off of it, he asked Darren, “Speaking of guts – you needto stand up to Mike. I mean it. Thugs like him won’t ever leave youalone, unless you show them you won’t take their shit.”Darren turned to his sandwich. “Leave it be, guys.” “We’re your friends, Darren. You know you can count on us. But wecan’t always be at your side,” Joe said, looking down. Where did hisburger go? Damn, did he eat it already? He was still hungry. He gotup.”I gotta get some more grub.” Darren and Sam watched him leave, then Sam turned to Darren. “He’sright. We can’t -“”Let it go, Sam! It’s my business, not yours!”Sam flinched. “Alright, alright. Don’t get your panties in a twist.I’ll just say this, and drop it. At some point in your life, you’regoing to have to take a stand. And the sooner you do it, the happieryou will be.”Darren scowled, annoyed. Happy? He somehow didn’t think he’d ever betruly happy. But as long as he had friends like Sam and Joe, he thoughthe could at least be content. As for Mike… he mentally shrugged. Inless that a year, he’d be gone. MIT. Harvard. Some far-off universitywhere he could be among people like himself – intelligent, creative andeducated. He felt a stab of sadness at the thought of leaving Sam andJoe behind. But these were the days of the internet, and he would keepin touch. Come back occasionally.Stephenson was right, he thought. The world is made up of Morlocks andEloi. He was a Morlock. People like him made the world run. Guys likeMike were the Eloi. They looked good, and did the things that Morlockscouldn’t be bothered to do, like sports, or talking to other Eloi. But like the mythical Morlocks, deep down he admired and resented theEloi, wishing he could be one, but was forever locked out from thatglamorous world.***The sky was dimming, a cool breeze blowing when the three friends met upat Sam’s house. The chill of spring was still in the air, but the rocksstill radiated the heat of the day and spoke of the promise of summer.They were going to go to the movie together, taking a shortcut through alocal park to reach the downtown cinema. Joe’s Dodge was temporarilyunavailable, its new transmission still lying on a canvas in his room.They talked, laughed, swore and swung sticks, acting like teenage boys,enjoying each other’s company. Sam relished the conversation. He lovedthe simplicity of his life, and felt sorry it was coming to an end.With the end of high school came the onset of maturity, and he wascompletely unsure what to do with himself.They reached the highway that bisected the park, the trans-canada. Itwas busy, but that was not unusual. Many people just passed throughShadow Creek, their vehicles roaring into town to speed away to far-offdestinations on this or that side of the Rockies, with nary any impacton the sleepy town. They waited for a gap in the traffic, and racedthrough.Sam and Darren continued up the ridge on the other side of the highway,but Joe paused, spotting something half-hidden by dried leaves andearth. He would have completely missed it, but a ray of the dying sunhad shone upon it and Joe noticed the glint of gold.He reached down and picked up the metal ring. It was brass, or gold,and still warm from the sun’s heat. Tiny black letters, their shape andmeaning foreign to him, were engraved in the circumference. The ringhad no edges and was completely smooth. It was too large to be a fingerring, but too small to be a bracelet. Joe felt a tingling in his hand, and he felt his heart beat faster. Heran after Sam and Darren, who were having a spirited conversation abouta video game, Sam outlining a strategy, Darren saying it was horseshit,and then Sam vigorously defending it. Sam was always quick to feel andshow emotion.The tingling did not stop, and Joe felt himself sweating. He felt asudden strange desire running through him. His crotch started to swell.”What’ve you got there, Joe?” Sam asked, seeing Joe stare fixedly atsomething in his hand.”I dunno. Some sort of ring, I found it by the side of the trans-canada.” The strange desire built.”Hah!” Sam said. “It looks like a cock ring!” The words lanced through Joe. He immediately knew that it was exactlythat. He felt an insane urge to slip in on! His cock was a painful barof steel in his pants.”Like you would know anything about that!” Darren quipped, punching Samin the shoulder.”I’ve seen in in porno mags. It helps guys stay erect, I think.””Gah! TMI! TMI!” Darren cried out in mock shock, but it was no bigdeal. They often discussed sex and the things they’d like to do towomen, even though all three of them were still virgins.Darren noticed the hard bulge in Joe’s pants and turned away,embarrassed. “Um Joe, I know you’re excited about finding the perfect girl, but saveit for your bedroom, okay?” Darren said, flushing as he stared into thetrees.Sam’s eyes darted to Joe’s crotch, and he looked at Joe, who at leasthad the good grace to grow red-faced. “I… I can’t help it guys!” He unzipped his pants, and Sam was shockedwhen he unabashedly pulled out his cock! It was sizeable, almost seveninches, and throbbed. The head was swollen and purple. He slipped onthe gold cock ring, sliding it down to its base. The cock swelled evenfurther.”Whoa, this is weird!” Joe cried out. “It feels like it’s massaging mycock!””What, you fucking put it on?” Darren looked over his shoulder, andthen whipped his head back. “Jeeesus!””Quit fooling around, Joe! Like Darren said, save it for the bedroom!” Sam said, somewhat disgusted, but also tempted. Joe relished the sensation of the gentle pulsing for a moment, but thena sudden wave of disgust came over him. Still, the guys needed toexperience this! “You guys gotta try this!” Joe pulled the cock ring off his erectpenis, and tried to hand it to Sam, who stepped back. “Ew, forget it! I don’t want to touch anything your dick has touched!””Seriously dude, try it – feels damn good!” Joe’s cock still felt hot,and was rock hard. He tossed the gold ring to Sam, who caught it onreflex. Joe tucked his erect phallus back into his pants, the bulgestill very obvious.”Aw c’mon, this is dumb. You’re not seriously going to put it on, areyou Sam?” Darren asked. “This is stupid. Let’s get going, you two canwork out your frustrations some other time.”Sam stared at the ring in his hand. It was strange, but now that he washolding it, he felt like he had to try it on. It seemed to pulse warmlyin his hand, and an answering throb emerged from his crotch as his dickgrew hard. He started to unzip his pants, and Darren, hearing it, felthot blood flood his face. “Jesus not you too!” Sam didn’t reply as he eased his cock out of his jeans. Why was hedoing this? Staring at the cock ring, he suddenly felt that it was evil- unclean – filthy! He made a motion to try and throw it away, but wassurprised instead when he placed it on his cock, shoving it down to thebase! Joe wasn’t lying, it felt good. Damn good. Like it was hot andslowly massaging his cock, which grew rock-hard. Joe stared at Sam’s cock and he felt saliva flood his mouth, and asudden heat in his gut. What the hell! He wasn’t into dudes! But hecouldn’t tear his eyes away from Sam’s cock. His own dick was stillrock-hard, and precum was staining his boxers. He shifted, trying toget comfortable. His boxers were riding up or something! He pluckedvainly at the seat of his jeans, trying to dislodge the red silk pantiesthat now nestled snugly around his hips. Sam pulled the cock ring off and tucked his enlarged dick back into hisjeans. It was so hard! He’d definitely need to release some tensiontonight! He thought about his favorite porno mags, particularly the onewith that long blonde-haired vixen he so loved, and his cock throbbedand he felt some precum smear onto his boxers. Damn that cock ring hadfelt good!”You definitely gotta try this Darren!” Sam exclaimed, holding out thecock ring, as he wiggled his hips, trying to get his cock and balls intoa more comfortable position. He must really be harder than normal, hisnormally loose boxers were very tight against them. He plucked at hiswaistband, but he couldn’t find the top of his boxers, which hadmigrated a lot lower when they transformed into a set of lacy whitepanties!Darren turned around and looked at Sam. “You’re joking right?” But he saw Sam’s eager face. Unwilling to beleft out, he reached out and took it.”Well Sam, if it had been Joe, I’d have said no, but since it’s you…but turn around! I’m not going on display for you… I’m not gay likeyou guys are!” Sam laughed as Darren took the cock ring, but Joe did not. He wasfeeling flushed and sweaty. Why wouldn’t his erection die down! Itfelt harder than ever, and his balls were pulling tight against hisbody. It was starting to hurt. Darren felt the cock ring in his hand. It looked and weighed like theheavy metal it was, but felt warm and velvety. To his surprise, he felthimself getting hard. Why not, what the hell… forgetting about hisearlier demand for privacy, he unzipped his pants with one hand andpushed them down, then placed the cock ring on his erect penis. Itthrobbed and pulsed warmly, and Darren restrained a moan at how good itfelt. Litle surges of pleasure were shooting into his groin.The pain in Joe’s crotch was starting to become intense, but all of asudden it vanished and he felt a warm, soothing liquid sensation in hisgroin, almost as if he had taken a good piss. He quickly glanced at hiscrotch, but it was dry. Relieved, he felt his erection subside quickly,the painful feeling vanishing. Inside his jeans, his red silk pantiesnow clung tightly to a female mound, his cock shriveling quickly into apink, sensitive bud! In his hips, unnoticed, his new vagina twitchedsoftly. His pubic hair shriveled and softened into a soft triangle ofgold down.”Feels good, huh Darren?” asked Sam, who like Joe a moment earlier, wasfeeling sweaty and flushed, his own erection harder than anything he hadever felt before! But then he sighed as he too felt the warm liquidsensation of his balls pulling up into his hips to become fertile, egg-laden ovaries! He wouldn’t be so relieved about his softening erectionif he knew it was softening into a tiny pink clitoris. Sam’s tangle ofbrown pubic hair withdrew into an orderly triangle of auburn curls. Darren felt a sudden revulsion, and pulled the cock ring off, histhrobbing purple erection bobbing slightly in the cool autumn air. BothJoe and Sam stared at it, and both of them felt a twitching within theirgroin. Darren tucked his cock away, feeling it throb in his pants. Hisprecum stained the fabric of his briefs, and after a bit of shifting andfidgeting, Darren had on a pair of purple satin panties hiddenunderneath his corduroys.”This is a weird thing, man,” Darren said, feeling flushed and sweaty. He wanted to be gone. The whole experience was weirding him out. “Let’s go guys, the movie – remember?” Both Sam and Joe enthusiastically agreed. Darren handed the cock ringback to Sam, embarrassed at how hard he was. Sam unthinkingly put thecock ring in his pocket, and all three left the clearing, leaving behindnothing but a gentle sigh as, like with the other two, a female moundbloomed between Darren’s thighs, brown folds thatched with soft blackcurls.***All three of them were unaware of their new moist pussies, but the cockring’s effects were not done yet. It coursed through their veins,bringing about new changes, laying magic deeply into their bones.Around them, the world twisted in subtle ways. All three of them felt weird and uncomfortable, as the curse continuedto shape their bodies into something utterly alien to their male minds. All three absently scratched themselves as their body hair witheredaway, and their skins smoothed and softened. “We going to get there on time, Sam?” Joe asked. “I left my damn watchat home,” Joe said. He scratched himself. What a pussy you are,letting myself get weirded out back there, he thought. It was just acouple guys fooling around, some male bonding, nothing more! The imageof Sam’s erect cock popped into his head, and he pushed it back out, butnot before he felt more twitching in his groin. Between his hips, atunnel started to swell, and beads of moisture formed deep within it,starting to coat his new organ with female dew! It gathered in the backof his new vagina, and slowly started to flow.Sam checked his watch. “It’ll be tight, but we’ll make it.” Sam idly scratched at his chest, his nipples felt itchy. Maybe it wasbecause he still felt sweaty. On his smoothing, softening chest, widepink areola emerged around his thickening nubs, and the hard pointspushed through his t-shirt, rubbing against the inside of his coat.Irritated, he unzipped it, enjoying the cool air on his sweaty,smoothing skin.Behind Sam, Darren’s nostrils flared as he drank in Sam’s scent. It wasa subtle, fresh smell, like that of a girl in bloom! He gazed at Sam’sback, bemused, a hand scratching his scalp as his hair subtly started togrow. He grimaced as he felt a twinge in his back, and his new moundswelled slightly, his inner walls starting to form pussy cream.Meanwhile Joe was falling behind. He stopped again as he tried, for theumpteenth time, to pull his boxers out of the crack of his ass. He kepttrying to, but his silk panties were simply digging in deeper into hiscrack as his ass cheeks swelled, rounding and smoothing into feminineorbs! Joe moaned as the panties tightened on his hip, the gusset pullingtight against his sensitive mound. He felt an unfamiliar throb in hiships as his vagina swelled and started to lubricate.”C’mon Joe!” cried Sam. “We’re late enough as it is! Get your ass ingear!” “Alright, I’m coming!!!” Joe yelled as he ran to catch up, his feminineass jiggling beneath his jeans. He didn’t know what the hell was goingon inside his pants, but he’d find out when he got to the theater. Hepatted his ass. Jeez, he was packing on the pounds. The three boys made it to the movie theater just in time, theencroaching darkness of the night helping to hide the slow changesdeveloping to them. They each paid for their tickets, Darren’s voicecracking as he said, “C’mon – it’s almost starting!” and he and Joe wenton ahead. Sam didn’t hear him, he was staring into his wallet. Heplucked out his driver’s license. The photo of a long-haired redheadedgirl stared back at him, the name besides it reading SAMANTHA JONES.Fuck! What the hell was this? Somebody was playing a prank on him, he thought angrily as he shoved thelicense back into the wallet. His lower back was hurting too. What aweird night this was turning into. He disappeared into the darktheater, where it was impossible to notice that his brown hair was now abeautiful auburn. All three of them joked and laughed at the trailers like young men oftendo, then they settled in as the movie began. But Joe couldn’t stopfidgeting. “Ants in your pants?” quipped Sam, as Joe tried to get comfortable. The pain in his back was very sharp and strong, and he wiggled his hipstrying to get some relief. He tried slumping back and opening histhighs, but instead of the relief he sought, he instead felt theshocking sensation of fleshly, alien lips parting between his thighs,and the even more horrifying feeling of liquid slipping out from betweenthem! His eyes bulged and he lunged out of his chair, knocking over hisdrink and eliciting shouts of anger and dismay from Sam and Darren as hegot into the aisle and ran out of the theater room. “What the hell is Joe’s problem?!?” Sam asked, as he rubbed a swellingnipple. Odd… his chest felt flabby. He rubbed the saucer-shapedmounds again, feeling an unfamiliar throbbing in his pelvis. “Beats me,” answered Darren as he fidgeted, trying to get comfortable,his panties riding up into his swelling ass, a nasty pain emanating fromjust above his backside.***Joe ran to the bathroom, his eyes wide, feeling a slippery, slidingsensation between his thighs as his new passage lubricated! More pussycream slipped out, forming a wet line on the gusset of his new panties. “Oh shit… Oh shit….” he thought, “I’m bleeding… or I’ve peed myfucking pants…” But deep down, he knew he was feeling something else,something impossible. He felt another deep throb in his hips, and thewet feeling grew.He got into the men’s room and quickly entered a stall. He wasstruggling to undo his jeans when his hips bucked once, twice, threetimes! He bit his lip hard in pain and a loud crack could be heardcoming from the stall, followed by a ripping sound! Joe, shaking, felta cool breeze on his ass, and particularly on a wet spot on his crotch. He stared, wide-eyed, over his shoulder and saw that his hips and asshad torn open the seat of his jeans! Worse, he could see that his asswas swollen, round and hairless, and he could see red silk pantiesriding up the deepened crack, giving him a classic womanly ‘whale tail’.His jeans were changing as he watched, the fabric knitting together andchanging color, leaving his legs to form a black ruffled skirt, hidinghis ass from sight.”Oh my god… what the fuck… what the fuck…” he whispered, and thenshut up as he heard the door to the washrooms open and raucuous malevoices come in. He fumbled with the skirt, yanking it down over hiswide hips. He moaned as he got them down, revealing soft, hairless,womanly thighs, and between them, his panties cupping a soft, curvingfemale mound! The gusset was decorated with a wet oval. He felt anotherdeep, pleasant throb in his groin, and the wet oval grew. Unwilling to believe his eyes, he pulled the panties away from hismound, and inside, he could see strands of female come connecting thegusset to thick, female labia!The strong odor of aroused pussy rose around him, and outside the stallhe heard someone shout, “Wooooo! Somebody’s got it on! Save some ofthat pussy for me, willya!”Joe’s mouth was open in a soundless scream. Behind his shirt, his erectnipples pulsed, and started to push out through the t-shirt, which wasfast becoming something else.***”Maybe we should go and check on Joe?” Darren suggested. “He didn’tseem too hot.” Darren tucked his hair behind his ears and looked overat Sam, who was curled away from him. “Sam? You okay man?” Darren asked.”I’m okay,” Sam answered in a curiously high pitched voice. “Go andcheck on Joe.” He remained curled away from Darren. Darren threw him a curious glanceand then got up. It felt good to get up, his back was aching fiercely. And he was gaining weight, he had never felt his chest wobble like thisbefore. He brushed his hair back again, irritably. He needed ahaircut, too. He walked down the dark aisle, unaware that his shirt was lengthening,sliding down around his hips, becoming a glossy silk! He felt strangeand uncomfortable, something was tensing in his hips, throbbing gently! He stopped as he felt a strange feeling of moistness between his legs.His pants started to tighten around his legs, the material transformingfrom corduroy into something sleeker and thinner. His pantied moundbecame suddenly visible as his pants finished transforming intopantyhose, but then the hem of his lengthening shirt hid it once again. Darren shivered as he suddenly felt his legs become cold, and rubbed onewith his hand. And rubbed again. Wide-eyed, he felt the pantyhosecovering his smooth thigh, and when he straightened, he suddenly feltthe new fabric of his shirt tighten around his chest. He looked down,black curly hair slithering down around his face. His shirt was gone -instead, the shimmering light of the movie screen revealed a whitefloral dress! Pantyhose-clad legs emerged from beneath them, and he could see cleavageas soft mounds started to push out the front of the dress! His backbucked, involuntarily, with a cracking sound. His new dress cincheditself around his waist, a silver corded belt appearing out of nowhere! Something pulsed wetly in his hips, and Darren suddenly felt a hotwarmth in his groin! He moaned and dashed for the exit. Between hislegs, the gusset of his panty sported a small, slick line of pussycream.***Sam heard Darren get up and leave, and writhed soundlessly in his seat,one hand snaked under his shirt to cup a heaving, sweaty breast! Whatthe hell! This was impossible! The thick, erect nipples pushed into hishand as the breasts continued to push out of his chest, and he couldfeel a corresponding throb in his groin as unfamiliar muscles pulsed.He had to get out of there! He tried to get up, to move, but the painin his back was paralyzing him. He arched it, desperate to get somerelief, and the flickering light of the cinema showed swelling, curvyfemale breasts straining against his t-shirt. A loud crack echoedthrough the cinema, causing the patrons to look about.Sam stared down at his swollen chest, and then stared wide-eyed at hisnewly widened hips. Staring behind him, he could see that his ass wasmore padded than before. He got up, and abruptly thrust a hand into hispants. He felt soft fabric covering a warm, curving flatness. Hepressed, and discovered a gulley in that flatness.Okay. He was turning into a girl. Okay. He felt curiously calm. Ithad to be a dream. A hand raised, hefting the swollen girlflesh on hischest. A really good dream. Slender, pale fingers pinched the thick,pink nub through the shirt, and he felt someone pinch his nipple, thesensation shooting through his body and down to his groin! He felt anunfamiliar muscle between his thighs clench wetly, and then slowlyrelax, and he felt something in his hips swelling with female need!IT WASN’T A DREAM! Sam gasped and lurched from his seat, his wide hipsswaying, his panties visible only for a moment as the pants warped andshifted, changing into a short denim skirt! He gaped at it for asecond, seeing pale feminine legs emerging from beneath it, and then hebolted for the exit, his breasts swaying wildly, a slippery, slimyfeeling between his legs. His long auburn hair brushed his shoulders.***Joe writhed on the toilet, both hands on his mouth, as he arched hisback. A hot, wet pleasure was rising in his hips, and as he arched hisback, his D-cup breasts thrust out, barely restrained by the babydoll Tand lacy black bra that he was now wearing. His jeans were no more,instead a short black skirt with ruffles lay pooled around his feet,which were nestled inside strappy sandals. The red silk panties, theirgusset wet with Joe’s female juices, were stretched between his knees.Between his pale, feminine thighs, a golden-thatched pussy wasquivering, his folds shining with juices. Above it, a swollen, smoothlyrounded bud had pushed out from underneath its hood. His labia parted,revealing a pink, creaming hole.”…u…u” Joe gasped, his hands not quite covering up the sound of hisstrangled moaning. He shoved a slender, white hand between his rubylips and bit down hard as he could as he felt the pleasure crest! Hisnew pussy clenched, hard, and then he felt a spasmodic thumping andflexing, as if his female tunnel was grabbing and releasing, grabbingand releasing! He felt an aching, empty sensation inside of his hipsand was horrified when he realized he wanted it filled with somethinghard! He felt his girl juices slip out of his thumping, flexing vagina,flowing over his swollen nether lips and drip into the toilet bowl. Hefelt a tickling around his neck as his straight blonde hair flowed downto his shoulders and past it, reaching to mid-back in a shower of gold.Slowly the quivering and thumping stopped, and Joe pulled his hand fromhis mouth, not registering the taste of blood. His delicate foldsquivered and slowly closed over his girlhood, and Joe struggled not toscream or pass out.***Darren stood in the empty theater hall, his mind reeling. A fewmoviegoers were patronizing the snack stand, and nobody noticed the girlwobbling in the dim light of the hall. Darren struggled to stay standing as his runners somehow turned into apair of black heels! His curling black hair fell on either side of hissmooth, feminizing face to lay gently across the pert B-cup breasts henow sported. His thighs were pressed together in a vain attempt to stopthe wetness in his groin, but instead the pressure on his inflamed moundonly made it more hot and more slippery! His mouth worked soundlesslyas he felt a throbbing, pulsing pleasure fill his groin, rising on atide of wet heat. “Dana?” Darren, shocked, whirled around. It was Tony, a handsome sophomore, admired by many of the girls atschool for his suave, worldly air and by the boys for his easy-goingcharm and good nature. He had stepped out of the bathroom, his face wasfilled with concern, pausing while his friends walked back into themovie theater.”Are you okay?””Yea-AA!” Darren cried out as he lost his balance and pitched forward,the treacherous heels buckling under him. Tony grabbed him, holding hisclose to stop him from falling and Darren stared into his face, wide-eyes, as his new pussy throbbed and creamed! His breasts were crushedagainst Tony’s hard chest, and Darren was certain Tony could feel hiserect nipples pushing through his dress. “Whoops! Got you. Are you okay? You look dizzy.” Tony asked.Darren got a whiff of Tony’s masculine scent and it was too much, Darrenfelt his bud start to tingle and the foreign slit between his legs startto quiver, the pleasure cresting. He knew instantly that if he didn’tdo something he was going to start moaning and screaming right there inthe theater! Desperate he grabbed Tony’s face with his hands and kissedhim hard as he climaxed!”UH..AH…UH!” Darren moaned as Tony, after a moment of surprise,kissed him back! Darren’s mouth opened as the pleasure in his hipsspiked, and Tony slipped in his tongue. They french kissed, Darren’sstrangled moaning muffled as his vagina started to flex and thump! Hefelt a hard bulge push out of Tony’s crotch into his soft belly, and hemoaned, his new pussy quivering and throbbing as his juices slid outbetween soft, swollen nether lips, soaking his panties! His vaginapulsed, wanting to knead and stroke the hard cock pressed againstDarren’s lower belly. The smell of an aroused woman rose around them,and Tony broke the kiss, his face incredulous.”Holy shit… Dana… did you just…?”Darren flushed so furiously he thought his face would burst into flames.He dashed past Tony and ran down the hall and into the men’s room!Tony stared bemused as Dana entered the wrong washroom. What the hellwas that? Did she really just come from being kissed? The smell ofaroused pussy was still present in the air. If she hadn’t come, it hadbeen damn close. Shaking his head, he tried to take his mind off hisrock-hard erection and returned to the dark theater. He spent the restof the film mulling over the encounter.***Darren ran into the bathroom and collided with with someone, the both ofthem falling to the floor. Darren pushed himself up and stared at thegirl he had just knocked down. Her pale face surrounded large,expressive blue eyes above a pair of full, ruby lips. Long blonde hairfell down over her slender shoulders and onto a baby-T, which wasstraining to contain a pair of heavy D-sized tits. Her black, ruffledskirt pooled around her hips, revealing pale and smooth feminine legsrising up into perfect female thighs. Beyond them, Darren could see redsilk panties cupping a smooth, feminine mound. The gusset was soakedthrough with juices!Somehow, he knew who the girl was!”Joe?” He asked, trembling on the floor. He slapped his hands to hismouth. A girl had asked the qustion.Joe stared at the girl who had just ran into him. She lied sprawled onthe floor, pushing herself up on her arms, her legs spread. Her olive-colored skin and curling, black hair suggested mediterranean ancestry,as did her narrow, oval face, large and bright black eyes, an almostcrooked roman nose, and plump red-brown lips. The white floral dressshe wore was thigh-length but was pulled up by her sprawled legs, whoseslender female shape was highlighted by the black pantyhose she wore.Purple satin panties were visible around her hips, the gusset wet withfemale come. The cleavage of her dress nicely showed the tops of herpert breasts.Somehow, Joe knew who she was!”Darren?” he answered, hearing his own voice come out low and feminine! “WHAT THE FUCK!” the two girls shouted in unison! Trembling, they bothgot up, staring wildly at each other, holding onto each other, eachaware of the other’s soft, female flesh. “What’s going on here?” An usher arrived, annoyed. Joe and Darrenjumped.”This is the men’s washroom. The woman’s is down the hall.””We’re leaving!” Darren said, shocked at his clear, high-pithchedvoice, and he left, dragging Joe.”What the hell happened to us?!?” Joe whispered, his voice low andsultry.”Oh fuck, fuck, I don’t know… somehow we’ve turned into girls!””It can’t be. That’s fucking insane. We’re insane, or this is ahorrible nightmare!” Joe moaned in fear.”Let’s find Sam.” Darren said.”Sam?” “Yeah, I dunno… I think he may be like us, too!”Joe gulped and nodded, and they both ventured out into the hall, just intime to see a girl with long wavy auburn hair, clad in a short denimskirt and a black vest, dash out of the theater and into the lobby,where she passed out of sight. Joe and Darren looked at each other, andthen dashed after her, aware of female flesh bouncing almost painfullyon their chests, of wide hips rolling beneath short skirts, and ofstill-wet pussies between their shaking thighs.They left the theater in time to see the girl dart into an alley, andthey followed, finding her leaning against a wall, gasping. Her gaspingturned into a strangled moan, and then into a soft, feminine grunting asher hips shook and trembled! Joe and Darren looked at each other,embarrassed, realizing that the girl was feeling a thumping, creaminggirl’s orgasm! Their own pussies twitched sympathetically. After the girl had finished gasping and moaning, she turned around. “Sam?” Darren asked, staring at the sexy redhead. Her skin was so paleit was almost translucent. Her denim skirt was stretched tight acrossher female hips and below the hem slender feminine legs reached down toblack, sparkled slippers. Her black vest was open, and below it a brownsleeveless shirt clung to her hourglass figure. C-cup breasts pushedout her top, the straps of a white bra barely visible on her shoulders. Her long, slightly wavy red hair flowed over a V-shaped face. Brightgreen eyes, filled with tears, framed a small, pointy nose and generouspink lips. The redhead nodded, and started to cry. Darren just stared, his owneyes filling with tears, and then all three girls were crying,overwhelmed by the shock and the horror of suddenly finding themselveson the wrong side of the gender fence.***Chapter 2***In a park nearby the movie theater, three teenage girls sat on a bench,their arms crossed as they shivered in the cool night air. They didn’tseem to notice the chill, however, as they whispered urgently to eachother. “Look at this. I noticed it before we got into the theatre, so I don’tthink it started there – it must have begun when we found that cockring.””Shit! Mine’s changed as well!””Mine too!” Darren stared at his health card, at the smiling girl above the name”DANA DIODORUS”. He had pulled it from a small purse he had discoveredslung on his shoulder. He remembered that Tony had called him ‘Dana’before… before… he flushed and stammered,”I don’t think it’s just our clothes and ID guys… I think everybodyelse sees us differently too.”Joe looked up from his ID. It bore the name “JOANNA MAYNARD”. “What, you mean…” he started.”I mean the world thinks we’re girls, that we have always been girls!”Darren burst out, not wanting to believe it.”That’s not possible!” Sam cried out. “How could that be? It wouldhave to be…””Magic?” Darren supplied. Sam stared at him, and then started searching the pockets of his vestwith his slender hands. He produced the cock ring. The others staredat it, at him, and then at each other. “Maybe we can go back!” Joe whispered in a breathless girl’s voice, andgrabbed the cock ring. Darren and Sam looked at each other, alreadyrealizing the sad truth. But Joe just flipped up his ruffled blackskirt, revealing his red silk panties, the gusset still wet. He pulled it down and then stared, crestfallen, at the cleft mound henow possessed. He tried pressing the cock ring over where he thoughthis clit must be, but apart for the pleasurable sensation of somethingpressing on his soft vulva, nothing happened. “C’mon..” he whispered frantically, “C’mon!” It had to work! It neededto work! He wasn’t a girl, damn it!Sam and Darren watched him try, staring at his new golden-thatchedpussy. Each of them felt a sinking sensation in the pits of their softbellies as they were acutely reminded that they, too, now sported cleft,moist vulvas. Joe continued to push on the cock ring, and then started to beat it intohis groin with a fist, and Sam and Darren, shocked, restrained him,pulling the ring from his shaking hand. “FUUUUUCK! NOOOOOO! I DON’T WANT TO BE GIRL! OH GOD! PLEASE!” Joescreamed in panic, and Sam and Darren glanced up and down the desertedstreet! “Shut up you idiot! You think you’re going to get your cock back,screaming like that?” Sam growled in his cute voice.”C’mon Darren, it’s not working! But there’s got to be another way,don’t worry, we’ll change back, just calm down, please!” Darren pleadedas he saw a man step out of a nearby convenience store. “Everything all right?” the man called out.Darren licked his lips, registering lipstick, and plastered a smile onhis face and shouted “It’s okay! He…She’s just had a messy breakup!”The man shook his head and returned to the convenience store. Samhugged Joe, who as weeping as he pulled his red panties back up.Darren, numb, sat down on the bench and watched the theater empty as thefilm they had started watching finished. It was only an hour and a halfago, but it had felt like forever. The three girls watched the crowd slowly s**tter, enduring many a lewdlook from the teenage boys in the crowd. Darren felt his heart jumpinto his mouth as he watched Tony with a group of his friends pass by.Tony turned to look at him, and Darren felt his new pussy throb and hisheart hammer. He looked like he was going to approach him, but then oneof his friends called out and he rejoined them.The three girls sat together silently, their minds racing. Occasionallyone of them would start to say something, but the sound of their newfemale voice would silence them, and they would return to brooding. All three of them jumped at a loud chiming coming from Darren’s purse!Darren dug through it, his arms rubbing the sides of his breasts, andretrieved a small cell phone decorated with sparkling beads. He flippedit open and stammered, “Hello?”The voice was tinny but loud, and both Sam and Joe could hear it.”Dana, you’re late! I told you a million times, if you’re going to goout with your friends, you could at least have the courtesy to tell me! NOW GET YOUR ASS BACK HOME!””Y-yes, Dad.” Joe and Sam’s eyes widened as Darren flipped the phoneclosed.”G-go home?” Joe stammered. “I hadn’t even thought about it. What are we going to do? I don’t wantto spend another day as a girl!” Joe suddenly wailed. “Oh don’t get your panties in a twist.” Darren snapped and all three ofthem winced at the sudden realization that they really did have pantiesnow. “Sitting on a bench all night isn’t going to get us anywhere. Myfamily, at least, thinks I’m a girl. So I’m going to go home, go tosleep, and hopefully tomorrow think of something to do.”And with that, Darren walked off, the click-click-click of his heelsreceding into the distance.Sam and Joe watched him go. Sam stood up, and started to walk away. “Where are you going man?” Joe heard his throaty voice ask, and hatedit. Sam turned back to him, shaking his red locks out of his face. “I’m going home, Joe. What the fuck else am I going to do!” hesnarled. “This is all your fault, you jackass!” His voice lowered,trying to approximate a man’s deep voice, but it came out a cute parody.”It feels like it massaging my cock! You guys gotta try this!” Sammocked. ” ‘Seriously dude, try it – feels damn good!’ Why did Ifucking listen to you?” With tears in his eyes, Sam turned around and stalked off, his assjiggling beneath his denim skirt.Joe stared after him, the guilt slamming home hard. It really was hisfault. But how could he have known? Still, he thought, he had actedlike some stupid immature k**. What kind of moron sticks some ring hefinds on the side of the road on his erect cock, and right in front ofhis friends, and then encourages them to do the same? Joe felt the cold evening air swirl around his bare legs, and shivered.Joe stared at the cock ring in his hand. What was he going to do? Whatif there wasn’t a way back? His soft mound still ached painfully wherehe had tried to force the cock ring on. He heard a rustle in the park behind him, and jumped. He realized, witha shock, that he was a teenage girl, by himself, in the dark, downtown. Ordinarily not a concern, but now he felt horribly vulnerable. He jumpedup, stuffing the cock ring into the purse he discovered hanging off ashoulder, and left, acutely aware of the sticky, moist pussy between histhighs.***Darren looked at the front door of his house with trepidation, unsure ofwhat waited within. Light still shone out of the windows. His parentswere undoubtably waiting for him. Darren shivered, and rubbed his handsup and down his pantyhose-clad legs. As he bent over, he was aware ofhis breasts jostling within his bra. Being a girl was so unlike being aguy. He felt so soft, strangely weak and vulnerable. Everything seemedto get in his way, from his wide hips, to his soft breasts, to his long,curling black hair. Everything about being a girl was… inconvenient. And exciting!He was shocked at the thought, but slowly realized that he did findbeing a girl exciting. He felt… special. Blessed, even! You’re inshock, he told himself. You need to sleep, and tomorrow you’ll realizehow bad the situation is. Right?Darren glanced at his bike, which he had left outside earlier, leaningagainst the house. When he had last seen it, it had been a metallicblue mountain bike. It was different now. It was still metallic blue,but it had changed into a more casual riding bike. Everything seemed toconfirm to Darren that he had been right – everything had changed,except their own awareness. If this hadn’t happened to Sam and Joe aswell, Darren thought, he would have thought that he’d gone batshitinsane – suffered a psychotic break or something. It was a curse, he realized. The cock ring had cursed them. Theyneeded to find a way to break it. Assuming, he thought, that hesurvived the parental wrath coming his way.Gritting his teeth, he opened the door and stepped in.***Sam slipped into his room, gently closing the door behind him andflicking on the light with a pale, slender hand. His house hadn’tseemed to change, and as usual his parents hadn’t seemed to care that hewas out late – they were fast asleep, the house dark, when he hadreturned. If it weren’t for the female flesh jiggling or the soft,feminine clothes he wore it would have felt utterly familiar. But now,he stared at his room, shock rooting him to the spot. It was his room,but at the same time, weirdly altered. It had been girlified!It was the smell that hit him first – the smell of a stranger. A girl.The posters of hot rods and fast cars that Joe had given him were allmissing from the walls. However the pile of magazines on his nightstand,the school textbooks on his desk, and clothes s**ttered everywhere wereall familiar. But everything else was different. The posters of hotmodels in swimsuits, as well as the astronomy posters, were gone,replaced by posters of handsome rock stars or gothy actors. His dresser, whose top was normally covered by sketches and eyepiecesfor his telescope, now sported small bins and cases of makeup, jewelleryand accessories. A nearby bookshelf held dozens of small stuffeda****ls instead of the astronomy books he had spent so much money on.His telescope was missing completely.He blinked, tears coming to his eyes. That was a low blow.The clothes s**ttered on the bed and the ground weren’t jeans, t-shirtsand boxers but instead skirts, panties, bras and tops. It was sort of arelief, Sam thought hysterically, that even as a girl he was still aslob, and he felt tears start to sting his eyes. Shaking, he took a deep breath, u*********sly smoothing his denim skirt.Suddenly he realized how exhausted he was. Without even bothering toundress, Sam shoved clothes and magazines onto the floor and collapsedin bed, feeling his breasts flatten beneath him. In seconds he wasasleep.***Darren winced as he closed his bedroom door behind him, shutting out theringing shouts of his parents. It hadn’t gone too well, and not in thedirection he had expected. It wasn’t that he had been out late – itwas, apparently, the company he was keeping. They had a problem withJoe!Why, they would not say outright. But between mutters that she was a’bad influence’ and ‘would lay her astray’ (Her? Her!) he had gatheredthat people considered Joe to be a bad girl, one with a reputation.He’d have to warn Joe about that tomorrow.Aside from that, he realized that he had enjoyed the chewing out. Beingyelled at was so parental, and aside from feeling more protective of hisfemale virtue, his parents had not seemed to notice his altered state.He sighed and flicked on the light, looking around.He was surprised. His room didn’t look any different! But then hestarted noticing subtle differences. Darren was a bit of a neat freak,meticulous and organized in many ways, and his room reflected it, witheverything in its place and organized according to his needs. Postersof the stars and galaxies, as well as a poster of Einstein, stilldecorated the walls of the room, but a poster of Marie Curie was new.The bedspread was slightly different, more colourful and embroidered onthe edges. A couple of neatly stacked jewellery and makeup boxes sat ontop of his dresser. The corner of a panty stuck out from under the lidof his laundry basket, and some of the pencils on his desk were cappedwith colourful erasers. His computer bore some colorful flower decals. But the differences were really minor. Intrigued, he opened his closet, and frowned. The change was veryobvious here. Girl-Darren obviously preferred dresses and skirts tomore functional clothing, or maybe this was the influence of his mother.She had only let it slip once, but Darren knew his mom had always wanteda girl. Enjoy it while you can, mom… he thought, because it won’tlast long. Sadly.Stop it, Darren thought. He closed the closet door, and stared at himself in the mirror. Thegirl looking back was sexy without a doubt. He couldn’t believe he washer! He watched an olive hand rub the girl’s cheek and chin, and feltsoft, smooth skin. He tittered suddenly, realizing that he’d never haveto shave his face again! Weary, he pulled the white floral dress over his head, conscious of thefabric running across his sensitive breasts, causing his new pussy totwitch, and of the female smell of the fabric. He stared in the mirrorat the sexy, dark-haired girl wearing a purple satin bra and matchingpanties, her legs clad in dark pantyhose. The sight made his pussy twitch again, and he was conscious of a growingwarmth in his groin. He flushed and turned away from the mirror, hishands fumbling with the clasp of his bra. He finally got it off andstared as the perky breasts on his chest, his dark nipples erect. Hehefted one of them, feeling the supple, female flesh in his hand andconscious of his soft mammary being squeezed! He moaned as he felt hisvagina throb, the feeling of warmth giving way to a moist clenching, anda vague feeling of emptiness. He couldn’t feel it, but his birth canalwas coating itself with pussy cream, the warm juices slowly flowingtowards his swelling vulva. Female arousal was so strange, so inverted from normal. He pulled offhis pantyhose, revealing his slender, feminine legs. As he pulled itoff, he couldn’t help but stare at the panty-covered mound between hislegs. All of his brief adolescent life he had hoped to get some pussy,and now he had gotten one, in the strangest way. He stared at the driedoval stain on the gusset, and blushed, thinking of how he had orgasmedin Tony’s arms! The desire to play with a female vulva warred with the apprehension ofconfronting the core of his new femininity, and his exhaustion weighedin. He decided to leave off exploring to tomorrow, and pulled off thepanties, feeling cool air on his hot, moist folds. He tossed thepanties into the laundry hamper, and caught of whiff of aroused pussy.His confused male mind reacted to the smell by ordering his penis toerect, but instead a wet, creaming passage swelled and engorged, hisfemale body readying itself for the penetration of a thick, steely cock!The moisture in his vagina doubled. Darren felt the swelling inside hiships. It was incredibly foreign, almost like a cock was swelling, butinside of him! It was accompanied by an aching empty feeling.He quickly rummaged through his underwear drawer, pulling out a pair ofwhite cotton panties, and slipped them up over his hips, feeling themcup his heated, moist pussy. He looked for his PJ’s, and but found asoft cotton nightie instead. Smiling (why was he smiling?), he pulledit over his head, and adjusted his breasts within it. Exhausted, heslipped into bed, quickly falling asleep. Between his legs, a spotappeared on the gusset of his panties, quickly growing into a small ovalas his pussy relaxed, his juices slipping out.***Joe opened the front door to his home and slipped in, glad to be back.The walk back had been a nightmare. His pussy had twitched constantly,remaining moist and warm, his mind constantly aroused by the feeling ofsoft skin, the whisper of female clothing, the soft mounds gently cuppedby the bra on his chest, and the swing of his female hips. His largebreasts were both arousing and annoying.”Hey Joanna!” Joe froze at the unexpected sound. His brother, Jack, wasseated in the living room sofa, watching a late-night horror flick. Heturned around, gazing at Joe. “You’ve gotta check out this flick! It’sgotta be one of the stupidest horror movies ever!” He turned back tothe TV, where some blonde girl, tentacles writhing from a hole in herchest, was sucking the heat out of what appeared to be some numbnutsfrat boy. “Um… I’m tired.” Joe startled again at the musical voice coming fromhis mouth. “I think I’ll just head to bed.” “Your loss, s*s.” He turned around, and this time he had an unhappylook on his face as he looked over Joe. “another night on the town,huh. You know, you’re going to end up pregnant if you keep dressing upand hunting boys like that.”Joe flushed. Where did the prick get off… Frustrated, his voice cameout more venemous than he intended. “Mind your own business, Jack!” he hissed, and Jack had scowled as hewalked upstairs to his room, his heels making a clack-clack-clack soundon the wooden steps. Each step caused the foreign mounds on his chestto jiggle, and he felt the panties subtly stretch on his cleft mound ashe climbed, yet another reminder that he was a girl. “I’m just sayin…” Jack called after him. Fuming, Joe ignored him. As he reached the top landing, a door openedand Joe’s mother stepped through, dressed in a nightgown, a vexed lookon her pretty face. She had had both Joe and Jack when she was barelyout of her teens, and now in her mid-thirties her face, which would havebeen beatiful in other circumstances, was drawn by stress and worryuntil it resembled a much older woman’s.”Joe… where have you been? It’s late, you have school tomorrow!” “I…I’m sorry mom. I didn’t mean to come back so late.” Joe replied,and was shocked to see his mom wince as if expecting to be lashed. Thevexed expression slowly gave way to a surprised expression, and Joe wassuddenly conscious of Jack at the base of the stairs, also looking athim with a surprised expression. “What?” Joe asked, suddenly nervous. Did they realize that he was aboy, not a girl? “Nothing!” Both Jack and his mom replied. His mom continued. “Nexttime let me know, okay? I worry about you.” That last was given in a plaintive tone, and Joe stared. What was upwith his mom? It was like she was afraid of him! It was verydisturbing. Normally Joe had an excellent relation with his mom – bothhe and Jack had helped her after the death of their father, which hadbeen a devastating blow to them all. They had always been a tight-knitfamily, each of them looking after the other. Joe didn’t like what hewas seeing here, but was too tired to try and puzzle it out. He walked over to his mom and gave her a hug, and then went into hisroom. Behind him, his mother stared at him in shock until the doorclosed, and then, looking suddenly pleased and almost hopeful, shereturned to her own room.As Joe slipped into his dark room, he paused, wondering if it was theright one. There was a musky smell in the room he did not recognize.He suddenly felt dread.Joe flicked on the light and stared. What…the…fuck. This morning,before this whole nightmare had started, his room had reflected who hewas and his passion for cars. It had been painted a warm, naturalcolor, though it would have been hard to tell with all the posters ofhot rods and diagrams of car engines on the wall. There should havebeen a red toolbox, and a canvas on the floor containing the parts of atransmission he had been assembling.Instead, he felt like he had wandered into a stranger’s room. Adepressing girl stranger with issues. The walls were painted black, andwere covered with pictures of half-naked men or grungy girl bands. Thecomforting quilt was gone, replaced by silk sheets, which were rumpledand unmade. Slutty clothing lay everywhere, a lot of it making hiscurrent outfit look tame. There was no sign of the transmission he hadspent a week teaching himself to assemble. Instead the space was givenover to a copious makeup closet. He walked into the room, suddenly very conscious of his girlhood. Hepicked up a thong off the floor, fingering the silvery material, anexpression of disgust on his face. Is that who he was now? Some sortof slut? His male mind reacted to the female garment and the thought ofit on a smoking hot girl, and he felt the slit between his legs twitchas it moistened. Disgusted, he dropped it. That ‘smoking girl’ washim.Joe cast about his room, poking into corners, examining some of theclothing. The more he saw, the more depressed he got. It seemed thatGirl-Joe only cared about one thing and one thing only – chasing boys.He tossed aside a pile of Girl Cosmos and tugged some schoolwork outfrom underneath them, grimacing. A D-? He was no great shakes atschool – Darren and Sam usually helped him out – but he had recognizedthe value of a good transcript and had always worked hard to maintain aB average. Girl-Joe didn’t seem to care. He found a dairy on the dresser, and curious, he began to read it. Hisexpression hardened, and as he read on, he turned white. The diarydropped from shaking hands and with a strangled groan, he lurched out ofhis room and into the bathroom, where he vomited into the toilet. That couldn’t be him. That wasn’t him. No way. He vomited again, thealien feeling of girlflesh hanging below his shaking chest not improvingmatters. After wiping his mouth, he shakily got up and returned to theroom. He picked up the diary, and methodically started ripping out thepages and ripping them up, tossing the small pieces into the trash. Ohgod. Did his mom know he did that sort of stuff? Probably. Hismother’s strange behaviour suddenly seemed obvious, and he started tocry. A half-hour later, he was asleep, not bothering to undress. Besides himthe trash was filled to overflowing with the shredded remains of thediary, which had contained the better part of three years of a girl whoput the word ‘slut’ to shame, as well as a horrible amount of uglinessdirected at her own mother and brother. ***Chapter 3***Wednesday.The sun climbed into the sky, pale rays of sunlight reaching throughwindows to caress the skins of three girls, newly birthed and less thana day old. Sam roused, a girlish groan heralding the emergence of a pale, slim armthat slapped down on a noisily beeping alarm clock. He drowsed for aminute, resisting the full emergence of awareness, happy to be gone fromthe nightmares of the prior night but uneasily aware that the upcomingday was not going to be a good one, though he didn’t yet understand why.He turned over onto his back, reflecting, as his hair tumbled across hisface, that he needed a haircut. The wobble on his chest felt weird,though, as did a strange ache. He could feel the tension of clothes onhis body. Before he could figure out what it was, an itch on his groindistracted him, and he stretched down to scratch it. His hand slippedbelow the denim skirt and white lacy panties, and before he couldproperly register the soft, hairless belly his eyes widened in shock ashis fingers grazed sticky, sensitive folds. “UUAAAAH???” He cried out in surprise, struggling up to a sittingposition, and as he did he saw the covers fall off his chest, revealinga sleeveless brown blouse stretched over a swollen chest. A tremblinghand raised and touched the swells. His hand felt a bra below theshirt, and below that supple flesh. As he did that, he was also aware ofsomeone pressing his soft, sensitive breast! It ached fiercely, havingbeen constrained in a bra all night. He threw off the sheets, revealing a denim skirt and slender, almosttranslucently pale female legs stretched out underneath. During thenight the skirt had risen up, and he was treated to the sight of softfemale thighs parted, and between them the gusset of a set of white lacypanties cupping what was obviously a female mound. The sight waserotic, and Sam felt strange muscles in his groin twitch.He moaned in horror, the events of the prior night returning in a flood,and he held pale and slender hands up, fingers capped with pink paintednails. Long auburn hair flowed around his cute face, caressing thesides of his freckled, hairless cheeks. He had hoped that he would wake up in his male body, but he was asfirmly rooted in girlflesh as ever.***Darren moaned as he writhed on his bed, his olive thighs spread as hishand, moving below his panties, firmly rubbed his erect clit. Hisbody shook, his breasts quivering underneath his nightgown, which washiked up to provide better access to his inflamed mound. The wetness ofit gleamed in the sun.He had woken up to the strange feeling of emptiness in his hips, and theevents of the previous day came flooding back. Moaning in pleasure, hehad placed his hand on his warm, moist crotch to try and alleviate theemptiness, but the sensation of his hand pressing on moistening femalefolds had only spurred his horniness, causing his sensitive labia totwitch. So of course he had rubbed his mound, trying to satisfy the twitching!His labia had swelled and moistened further, and his clit had erected,becoming smooth and roundly swollen, demanding his touch! And he hadobliged it, and now he was just trying to satisfy his pussy’s need forrelease! His vagina was now swollen open, and the pussy cream that hadstarted to flow down his canal had slipped out between his hot, partedfolds and Darren now felt wetness from his oozing slit coat his hands.As he rubbed, he felt the twitching become a hot, pulsing throbbing asthe foreign, muscular passage between his legs started to cramp andspasm. God, he felt so empty. While one hand continued to briskly rubthe swollen bud that was all that remained of his penis, the other handreached down and slowly slid a finger into his oozing cleft. The subtlefeeling of penetration sent him over the edge, and as his bud suddenlystarted to tingle he felt a wet heat rise in his body.”oh..oh…oh…OH! OH! OH!” He grunted suddenly, struggling not to cryout, as he felt his vagina suddenly tense! The wet heat seemed tospread all over his body, and then his pussy suddenly released, andstarted to pulse, the rippling walls kneading and stroking, goingthrough the motions that Darren instinctively knew were meant to pleasea man and encourage him to flood his pussy with his hot cum! Hecontinued to moan as the rippling slowly died away, and he felt morefluid flow out of him, slipping out of the quivering folds that hadreplaced his cock and balls, sliding down between his thighs and intothe crack of his rounded, swollen ass, to soak into his panties.His legs and thighs suddenly relaxed, and Darren sighed, staring at theceiling. What a sensation! He still felt vaguely horny, the climaxwasn’t like a man’s – his pussy still felt hot and swollen, and stillached for his touch. He stared at his wet hands, the smell of pussystrong in the air. He was suddenly, fully aware of his female body, andsighed again. In relief.He realized that he liked his new body more than his old one.Glancing at the clock, he saw that he still had a couple of minutesbefore he needed to get up. He smiled as he thought about picking outclothes for the day. He felt happiness fill his being, and grinning,his hand dipped again, and soon he was moaning and sighing again asanother thumping, creaming girl’s orgasm seized him. ***Joe watched the sun rise over the roofs of the neighbourhood. He hadbarely slept for an hour last night before a horrible, unrememberednightmare had wakened him, gasping in fear and then moaning in horror ashe had felt the heavy breasts tremble on his chest. Unable to sleep, hehad alternately paced, stared out the window into the night, or sortedthrough the stuff in the room, forming a large pile of things he plannedto throw out first thing in the morning. Contraceptives, sluttyclothes, stained undies and other, worse things were in the pile. After suffering the ache in his chest for a while, he had finallyundressed, his full breasts practically exploding from his chest as heunhooked his bra. They surged forth to tremble in womanly magnificence.Joe hid them, wrapping a sheet around him for warmth, but they hungheavily from his chest and reminded him constantly of their presence.They moved seemingly at will and Joe was constantly feeling small jabsof pleasure as they bumped into this and that. No wonder girl-Joe hadbeen such a slut, if she felt pleasure from even trivial things, Joethought. He could feel the horniness in him, the constant tension. It was likehe was constantly reading a porno mag. No, it was like he was wearing aporno mag! All night his pussy had been alternately swelling andrelaxing, and more than once Joe had felt creeping moisture in his slit.But he refused to pleasure himself. He didn’t want to step onto thatroad that had led to this, an evil, uncaring slut who had nearly tornhis family apart. The sun lit up his face, his hair glowing gold. A gentle knock on hisdoor startled him. Through it he heard his mom ask timidly”Joanna…sweetie. It’s time to get up.” The voice broke, quavering,”I made you some breakfast honey…”.Joe felt tears spring to his eyes. He didn’t like that scared, almostservile tone. Was this girl really someone he would have been had hebeen born a female? If so, she was an evil cunt! He shook himself.That girl was not him, he firmly reminded himself. And he refused totravel down that path, no matter how much his body might tempt him.”I’ll be there in a moment Mom.” He called out, and there was asurprised silence before he heard his mom go down the stairs. He castaround, looking for something to wear, and settled on plain red cottonbra and panties, with tight jeans and a baby-doll t-shirt. It was toosexy for his taste, but the rest of the clothes were even worse. Hepulled on his panties, struggled a bit with his bra before figuring outthe trick of clasping them in front and turning them around to pull up. He refused to look at himself in the mirror, but the feeling of the softunderwear on his even softer body was erotic, and his damnable femaleparts were opening and moistening again! He pulled on the baby-tee,cursing as his hair flooded over his face, and struggled to yank up thetight jeans over his full, feminine thighs and hips. He stopped shortly by the bathroom to scrub water on his face, andstared at the beautiful face in the mirror. It looked drawn and therewere dark circles under the eyes. “Sexy…” he muttered, and ran abrush through his mane to get it under control. He suddenly wonderedwhy he cared how his hair looked, and felt a stab of fear. canlı bahis Hesuppressed it. Looking presentable was something virtually everybodydid, and that’s what he was doing. Looking presentable.He felt his full bladder ache, and sighing, gave in to the inevitable.He pulled down his jeans and panties and planted his wide hips on thebowl. Sucks that I can’t stand up to do this anymore, he thought. Hetried relaxing and was surprised to feel his pee just come out of him ina gush, instead of the familiar sensation of it streaming from his cock.He grabbed toilet paper and tried to figure out what to dab, or wipe.He settled for dabbing all over the folds, hoping he got it all. Hefelt his heavy breasts pulling on his chest as he bent over. Theybumped and jostled and Joe sighed. He joined his mother and brother at the breakfast table, and becamesuddenly aware of them staring at him. “What…?” he asked testily,and his mother instantly turned to fiddle with the coffeepot. Jack,however, gave him a piercing stare. “You’re not wearing any makeup.” Jack said.”So?” he answered, defensively. Makeup? He didn’t even know how thatworked.Jack looked surprised. “Nothing.” He turned to his cheerios, and said,offhandedly, “You look better without it.” Joe felt inexplicably pleased at that. His mom turned around, and shewas smiling, if ever so slightly. “Mom? Where do we keep the trash bags, the big ones for outdoor work?I have a lot of stuff to throw out.””Throw out? Jo, it should be sorted out for goodwill.””Trust me Mom. Goodwill won’t want any of that stuff.” The smile on his mom’s face grew, and Jack couldn’t help smiling,either.***Sam stared blearily at the wavy-haired redhead reflected in the mirror. He closed his eyes and silently counted.”One…two…three.” He opened his eyes, and beheld the same green-eyed, auburn-haired girl. Who was she? He didn’t know her. He sighed,his shoulders slumping, and felt the female flesh on his chest trembleunderneath the blouse. What a nightmare. He was still staring in the mirror when he heard hisfather roar from downstairs “Samantha! If you aren’t up, get up! Youhave school in a half-hour!””Y-Yes Dad! I’m up! I’m up!” Sam called out. “Good! I’m heading off to work. Remember your after-school chores! Idon’t want to come home and find you gone unless you’ve finished thelist!” There was a slam.Sam looked out the window and watched his dad pull out of the driveway. His mom had left earlier to drop Cherise, his younger sister, off atjunior high, so he was alone. Alone with the strange girl in themirror. Sam sighed, trying to dispel the fear inside of him. The motioncaused his breasts, still imprisoned in the lacy bra, to jiggle softly,and Sam winced. They were hurting a lot! Was that normal?He pulled off his blouse, his auburn hair falling about him, making himshiver as they caressed his bare shoulders. He struggled to undo hisbra, twisting and turning, his fingers fumbling at the clasp. He made acute, girlish growling sound that was nothing like he intended, andyanked the bra up like it was a shirt! The underwire slid tightly overhis soft, aching breasts, cruelly pulling on the soft pink nipples, andhe yelped sharply. But at least the damn thing was off!He bent over to work on the skirt, gasping at the erotic sensation ofhis mammaries pulling and hanging off his chest. Freed of the bra, theache was fading. Good. So it was just the bra. He started to undo the button of his denim skirt. He paused. Where wasit? He felt around the waistline of the skirt, aware of the pale andsoft flesh it circled, and finally located it, and the zipper, at theback. Why is everything on girl’s clothing located at the back, hethought angrily as he struggled to undo the button. Frustrated, hetried to yank the offending garment down, but his hips were too wide andall he did was manage to set up a storm of jiggling on his chest. “AAAAAARGH!” He howled in frustration as he attacked the button again,and after a couple of minutes finally managed to undo the skirt and yankit down, revealing lacy white panties cupping a female vulva. He flungthe skirt into a corner, and pulled off his panties. The stuck slightlyto his slit mound and he grimaced at the feeling of them peeling off.Naked, he walked to his bathroom. He wondered if he should shower.Being a girl was so weird, he couldn’t make any sense of the half-dozensensations he was experiencing. He felt soft, so soft. One thing thatwas familiar was the urge to pee. Like Joe, he found te sensation ofhis pee traveling through a wider, shorter tube weird, and like Joe, hehad trouble figuring out exactly what to wipe. His pussy was an enigmato him.God, he coudn’t believe he had a pussy! But he felt it there, felt itmore through the lack of feeling the other things, namely his cock andballs. It frequently twitched, softly and mutely, an unfamiliarstranger in his hips. It felt sticky, warm and moist. Was it supposedto feel sticky, or moist? He supposed warm was normal. Moist? Heremembered how wet he had been when he transformed. Was he aroused now?He thought so. He had not stopped being aroused since his spirit hadslid into this soft female suit. But sticky? Like most high school students, Sam had attended sexual educationclasses. But the reality did little to square up with his expectations.Stickiness had not been covered. Maybe it was supposed to be sticky?It was, essentially, a slimy, mucuous hole. Should he be worried if itwasn’t sticky?He suddenly smelled a musky, almost fishy smell. He’d shower, hedecided. But he wouldn’t do his hair. He at least had some familiaritywith that, and his hair didn’t feel greasy. He got into the bathroom,jumping slightly as he beheld a stranger in the mirror. Damn it, thatwas annoying.He stared for a bit in the mirror. He hefted a breast, gently pinchingthe nipple, and gasped as he felt his vagina clench warmly. He put hishands on his soft mound and gently parted the slit. It was very moistand sticky, but Sam couldn’t see anything from that angle. He got ahand mirror and placed it on the side of the bath, lifing a soft, curvythigh to place his foot on the side as well so that his pussy wasdirectly over the mirror. He parted the folds again, and Sam saw a glistening pink hole nestledbetween his soft nether lips. He shivered, and gently probed it,feeling as he did the strange, indescribable sensation of someonefingering the entrance to his vagina. It was sensitive, and felt good. It wasn’t very long before he noticed that the hole was no longer moist,but actually wet. He gasped in shock as he slid the finger into thehole, pushing it into the knuckle. He wiggled it, and experienced theunbelievable sensation of a finger moving inside the tight, wet tunnelof his vagina. He pulled out his wet finger and sniffed it. He had never smelled apussy before. It was not an unpleasant smell. He would have killed tosmell it just a day ago. A tear slid down his cheek. He never thoughtthat the first time he would finger and smell a pussy, it would be hisown. He turned on the shower and stepped in.***Darren hummed as he packed his bookbag. He was dressed in a sleevelessshort white dress that hugged his bosom and showed off his trim waistbefore curving outwards over feminine hips down to the hem, whichstopped mid-thigh. It lay well against his skin, showing off hismediterranean complex. He had spent some time looking over the makeupbins, planning on doing up his face, but instead had spent the time justfiguring out how to apply lipstick properly. The color, a glossycarmine hue, worked perfectly with his dark red lips. He had fiddledwith his hair a little bit, settling on gold clips to keep it out of hisface. He was amazed at how little difficulty he was experiencing. Everythingseemed natural, except for putting on makeup, which he knew was just amatter of practice. He thought about school, and wondered if he wouldsee Tony. He felt his face go warm. He hoped so! He paused to examine the feeling. Was he gay? He had never beenattracted to guys before. But he was a girl now. Wasn’t that normal tobe attracted to guys? It was confusing, and an old parable came to mind- the insane always think they are sane, and the rest of the world,insane. All he could really rely on was his own feelings, and his ownfeelings said that Tony was attractive and he wanted to be with him. Ifthat meant he was gay, then he was gay. He was a gay guy in a girl’sbody. How lucky!He felt like he belonged in this life, and as he skipped through thedoor and headed for the bus stop, he wondered if Sam and Joe wereenjoying their new lives as much as he was. ***Joe winced, shaking his hand. He wasn’t as strong, or as tough, as hehad been in his old body. But at least he hadn’t broken any bones. The boy on the ground moaned, clutching his jaw. His friends took astep back, unwilling to go near the fierce-looking blonde who had justdecked their pal.”Don’t EVER call me that again!” Joe growled.”What the fuck!” the boy cried out. “I just asked if you wanted tocome over tonight and play! Fuck, you didn’t have a problem with itbefore!” “Yeah, well I have a big fucking problem with it now!” Joe couldn’t believe that the boy had called him a ‘sexy slut’! Heknew, from the diary, that he had a history of… doing things. Butthat was over now! The problem was, looking at the angry face of theguy on the ground, letting the rest of the world know. “You bitch! You could have just fucking said no! And why not, anyhow! Everyone knows you’ll spread for dick anytime, anyplace! You fucking c–UGHH!” His words were cut off as Joe planted his foot squarely into his groin. The guy sat up and threw up, everyone seeing what he had for breakfastthat morning. “YOU CUNT! FUCK YOU!” the guy screamed, reeling, and stumbled away inan awkward crabbed gait. Joe watched him go down the street, then turned and stared flintily atthe two other boys at the bus stop. They gulped and looked away. The school bus turned the corner and stopped, and Joe got on, finding aseat where he could be alone. He plopped his bookbag down on the seatnext to him. It symbolized everything that was wrong about his liferight now. It was a Gucci, and Joe was sure it was very expensive. Andhis single mother already struggling to make ends meet! He’d sell it assoon as possible.He didn’t even want to be on the bus. He rarely took it since he was oflegal driving age. But like the song goes, the hits had kept on coming,and he had been successively shocked, angered and then depressed to findout that his beloved Dodge Challenger was gone. Poof. Like it hadevaporated. Both his mom and his brother had watched him, their mouthshanging open, as he had thrown a hissy fit to end all hissy fits overlosing a car he had never owned to begin with. It was only the sight ofhis mom’s face crumpling that had pulled him back from the edge of totalbreakdown. He watched the town of Shadow Creek pass, looking much as it ever hadlooked. How could the world have stayed the same while his life hadchanged so drastically? He saw his reflection in the mirror, and staredfor a while at the hateful face. Blue eyes. Why did he have blue eyes?The face looked like it belonged in a porn mag. It was beautiful, but arough sexy beautiful, not model beautiful. It was a face that wouldn’tlook out of place on a Penthouse spread. Why had this happened? He wished he had never found the cursed thing. This was all his fault. Why did he have to find it? What possessed himto stick the thing on his dick? Why, why, why? The guilt twisted andturned inside him. He pulled the golden ring out of his bookbag, and twirled it gently withgraceful fingers capped with crimson nails. Flashes of reflected lightspun across his face. What *was* this thing? How could it be made toundo the horrible changes it had wrought? Joe didn’t have a clue. Heknew machines. This seamless piece of gold was a complete mystery tohim.***Showering was an unbelievable experience, Sam thought. The act oflathering up a sexy female body dovetailed with the fantasies of manyteenage boys, Sam included! His heart raced and he breathed shallowly,watching suds run down curvy, dewy skin. The menial act of washing hadturned into something else.The dripping wetness between his thighs came from more than just theshower – the aching void in his hips was intense! He had rubbed downthere with a trembling hand, wanting partly to clean himself and partlyto experience the feeling of his hand on his new pussy. He had feltthe velvety soft folds, slippery with girl cream, and couldn’t help butgasp in pleasure at the sensation of fingers rubbing against hissensitive nether lips! He had also felt something stiff that had sent electric shocks rightinto his backbone as it was rubbed, and feeling gently, had discoveredthe swollen nib of his clitoris, meekly perched above his wet slit.Rubbing it felt like rubbing his cock head, only with the sensationsconcentrated into a tiny swollen bud of flesh. He soaped up his chest, and watched the foam slide down between two palemounds, their tips sporting cherry-colored nipples that were erect withexcitement! He pinched them gently. He reeled, and he felt somethinghot crest inside his hips, felt his pussy start to tense, his passagecramping, and then he was grunting as pulses of pleasure shot throughhis shaking hips!”Nuh! Uh! Uh!” Sam heard a girl crying out in lust, and quailed, knowingit was him! The tremors and pulses died down, his pussy quiveringgently with the aftershooks of the orgasm. His bud was still tingling. He couldn’t believe he had an orgasm just by soaping up his tits! Hisfemale body had a fine tripwire – too fine. He still felt horny, too,although the orgasm had taken the edge off of it.He finished washing himself and got out of the shower, drying himselfoff. Wearing the towel as a wrap, cinched above his breasts, was just auniquely female thing to do, but Sam didn’t want to let his breasts justhang out. He had an orgasm just looking at the damn things. He didn’twant another one. He had a bus to catch.He felt the heat of the morning seeping through the morning. Summer hadarrived with a vengeance. He looked around his messy room, wonderingwhat to wear – and how it should be worn. Essentials first, he thought,and rummaged through a drawer that held panties. He pulled out a pairof boy-cut panties, embroidered on the front to look like a boy’sbriefs. He winced, wondering at the cosmic irony.He tried them on. The decoration did nothing to hide the fact that theycupped a woman’s soft mound, or that they were wrapped around a woman’scurvy hips or soft, rounded ass. He picked up the white lacy bra he hadyanked over his chest and undid the clasp at the back. He shruggedthem on, and then tried to do up the clasp. Fuuuuuck! How did womendeal with these? Unbelievable! He threw it on the bed and looked at it, chewing his finger. Did hereally need one? Maybe the shirt would be good enough. He rummagedthrough his dresser again, pulling out a basic black tee. He pulled iton and looked at himself in the mirror.Fuck no. That won’t do at all! He stared at the shirt molding itselfto his unsupported breasts, and at the sharp points of his nipplesthrusting through the fabric, and knew that if he had seen a girl cometo school dressed like this, his reaction would have been a mental”Heyoooooo!” followed by a lot of subtle leering. The thought made himsick.An idea came to him, and he picked up the bra, and put it on around hiswaist so the clasp was facing forward. Doing it up, he turned it aroundand pulled it up, slipping the straps over his shoulders. He tucked hisbreasts in so that they were more comfortable, trying to ignore thepleasurable sensations they sent to his groin. He looked at himself in the mirror. Yes! He thought, I’m a genius!Screw the ‘girly’ way, this was way more practical! He noted that thebra didn’t match the underwear, but shrugged. Still smug with himself,he turned to the issue of what to wear on his bottom. He frowned and turned back to the mirror. They didn’t match. So what. It didn’t matter. His frown deepened as he realized it did matter tohim. Why?He wondered, chewing his lip. He was suddenly afraid that the magic ofthe cock ring may have done something to his mind. The it struck him,and the realization caused a wave of vertigo. It bothered him becausehe didn’t believe that girls would, or should, wear mismatchingunderwear, even though his rational mind believed that in reality, theyprobably did on occasion. And his expectations was overlaid with therealization that he was a girl. Therefore, he should not wearmismatching undies.It was silly and stupid, but he watched himself pull off the boy-cutpanties and toss them onto the floor. He picked out some lacy whitepanties not too different from the ones he had worn (and creamed into,his mind added lustily) yesterday. He pulled them up and looked in themirror. Better, he thought, his pussy twitching as he beheld a gorgeousred-haired teenage girl in sexy lingerie.He pulled on his black tee, and turned to what to cover his pantieswith. Pants or shorts – it was an easy decision for a guy! For a girl,it was pants, shorts, skirts or dress. He dismissed the idea of wearinga dress – he was already in a shirt, and the idea of wearing a dress wasjust too girly. It was going to be too hot for pants. That left shortsand skirts.He looked through his closet. He had lots of choices. He pulled down askirt. Ugh. Too feminine. But he couldn’t help wonder what it wouldlook like. When in Rome… He tried it on. Why not try it, he told himself. He was certain – certain to the coreof his being – that the switch was only temporary. It would vanishafter a day or two, a strange sit-commy occurence that they would laughabout years down the road. It would go of its own accord, or they wouldfigure out how to reverse it, and soon would find themselvesdisbelieving it had ever happened at all. He could see themselves asadults, seated around a table with a few brews, joking about that weirdtime when ‘they had been girls’, and wondering if it had happened atall, or if they had had some sort of bizarre consensual hallucination.The thought was comforting. The idea that the change might be permanentwas so deeply terrifying to Sam that it didn’t even occur to him. He was certain he could hack being a girl for a day or two. Darren wasa smart cookie, he probably had already figured out how to fix this.And in the meantime, well, what was the harm in trying out girl’sclothing. Though he drew the line at actually wearing a skirt inpublic.It was a short cargo skirt, and looked pretty good on his female body.He looked at the pale legs extending beneath them, and suddenly feltuncomfortable. Like he was taking advantage of some girl, or womanhoodin general. Time to put on some shorts. He started to undo the buttonwhen he heard the familiar rumbling of the school bus coming down thestreet.”SHIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!” he hear his cute contralto voice ring out! “Fuckfuck fuck!” He dashed around the room like a madwoman, scooping up hisbookbags and textbooks and dashing for the door! Shit, he didn’t evenhave time to pack a lunch! That would teach him to act like a fuckingpervert, feeling up his body and modeling in the fucking mirror! God hewas pissed! He heard the bus pull up to the stop, and he jammed his feet into theheels he had worn last night, the only shoes clearly visible. Yankingopen the door, he raced outside.***Joe felt the bus stop on Sam’s street and he briefly wondered if Samwould even show before a red-headed girl suddenly burst out of the frontdoor of Sam’s house, hoofing it like crazy towards the bus! Joe stared at the girl. Her long and red wavy hair bounced behind heras she pelted down the sidewalk. A bookbag was slung over her shoulderand papers where flying out of the open zipper as she ran, her cutemouth hanging open as she gulped in breaths of air! The heaving of herchest was mesmerizing, and Joe nearly missed the cargo skirt stretchingtight over swinging hips and sexy legs.Was this really his friend? If it really was Sam, why was he wearing askirt?The girl screeched as she suddenly tripped, her heels buckling underher, and she landed flat on her chest, her bookbag falling to the groundand books spilling out. Laughter erupted on the bus as Joe got up tohelp him. Assholes, he thought. The bus driver, concerned, came out with Joe and together they pickedher up. Her? Him, Joe thought absently. This girl was a guy. To Joe’ssurprise, Sam was crying. “Sam? You alright?” Joe asked, concerned. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” The bus driver said, trying to comfort him.”We’re not going anywhere without you, Samantha. Take your time.” “This is turning into one hell of a fucking day!” Sam cried, dashingtears from his eyes.”Watch your language, Samantha!” Sam wanted to tell him to stuff it. Instead, with Joe’s help hegathered up his papers and books. He looked down at his knees.Sc****d, but not bloody. He saw that he was wearing the skirt, andlaughed. “What?” Joe asked.”Nothing. So much for not wearing it in public.” Sam said, and Joefrowned. He slowly put two and two together. “Ah. I was wondering.””Yeah.” Sam mumbled as he watched the bus driver climb back on board.”Do you really think I’d wear a skirt out in public? I’m a guy, not achick!”Sam felt his breasts, already sore from before, dully ache from the painof landing on them.”This is turning out to be one FUCKING PEACH of a day!” he growledunder his breath.”I hear that.” Joe replied. And it’s only going to get worse, hethought. Poor Sam. This was all his fault.They got on, and the bus rumbled as they headed for the school.***Chapter 4***”Darren?” Sam’s mouth was open.”It’s Dana, remember? You have to use our ‘girl’ names.” Darren tossedhis head for the benefit of his friends, his long curling black hairflipping and settling down his back.”Shit, you look b…beau—is that a d-dress?” Sam said, stuttering.”Are you wearing lipstick?” Joe asked, faintly.”Of course I’m wearing a dress. I’m a girl, remember? And I wasexperimenting with makeup. It’s fun once you get the hang of it, youguys should try it!””You’re a guy, remember?” Joe said, keeping his voice low. Aroundthem, their fellow teens were flowing around them, opening lockers,calling out greetings, and getting ready for the first class. “M-makeup? I think I’ll pass on that.” Sam said, still agog. Sam couldn’t believe how good Darren looked – she – no, he – radiatedfemininity and soft sensuality. He found himself staring at the wayDarren’s white dress hugged his curves, the way his breasts swelled outthe front of his dress, the tops of them and their modest cleavagevisible in the scooped neck. He swallowed, and thought: I’d tap that. He felt his groin tighten. Tap it with what, he thought angrily, yourvagina? Stop being an idiot. Both Sam and Joe opened their mouths, the question foremost on theirminds spilling out.”D-did you-“”Have you thought ab-“”Reversing it?” Darren supplied, and the they nodded. Darren sighed,looking at the two girls in front of him. Joe’s long blonde hair wasbrushed, but his eyes sported dark circles and had a forlorn, hauntedlook in them. He was dressed simply in a black babydoll t-shirt andtight jeans, which allowed the occasional glimpse of his bare belly. Hewore sneakers on his feet.Sam at least had made a bit more of an effort, he reflected. UnlikeJoe, he hadn’t bothered to brush his wavy red hair, but the cargo skirtand black tee were a nice combination. His pale legs emerged from belowthe skirt to taper down to feet that were wrapped in black sparklyheels. His green eyes had a strange, almost wild look in them. Darren had hoped that they would have adjusted, even come to like, theirnew female existence. But that clearly wasn’t the case. They simplyneed more time, Darren reflected. He had made his choice this morningon the bus, and had felt immense satisfaction when he did. He wasn’tgoing back. If that meant Sam and Joe couldn’t go back either, well,too bad. Becoming a girl was not the worst thing in the world. Infact, for him, it had been the best.He refused to return to that shallow, pathetic existence of a boy. Foronce, he was going to take a stand, for something, he truly, reallybelieved in! Time, he thought. They just needed more time. They wouldcome to see how much richer their existence would be as girls. Thethought produced a happy glow inside him.”I haven’t looked into it yet. It only happened yesterday, you know!And why is it suddenly up to me – you know what, never mind.” Darrensaid with a smile. “I will look into it.” The relief on Joe and Sam’s faces was painful to see. I’m sorry guys,Darren thought sadly. I know you’re suffering, I can see it on yourfaces. But even if I wanted to go back, he thought, I honestly wouldn’tknow where to begin.The bell rang, and the students started to shuffle into class. Squaringtheir shoulders, the three ex-boys joined them.***Sam glumly stared at the potato tater speared on the end of his fork.It seemed preferable than talking to either Joe or Darren. The former’sanger and bitterness seemed to spill out every time he opened his mouth,and the latter who was, for lack of a better term, completelydelusional.”You shouldn’t eat that.” Darren said as he forked a piece of tomatofrom his salad to his mouth. “It will go straight to your hips!”Joe, halfway through taking a bite of his cheeseburger, glared at him.”Fhrrew yrrrruuu” he growled around it, and defiantly took a bite andswallowed it, only to start coughing as the chunk he bit out was toolarge for his smaller mouth.Sam sighed and put his fork down. Attending school as a girl wasn’t asbad as he thought. It was far, far worse. Everything was different. It wasn’t just how people treated him now. He wasn’t oblivious to thefact that, as a girl, he would be treated differently. He wasn’tstupid. It was still sort of a shock, of course. He could feel eyes onhim all the time now, and every boy he passed in the hallway had eyesthat travelled along his body – legs, crotch, breasts, face, breasts,crotch. It was irritating but Sam knew, from the perspective of one whohad done the same to other girls, that it was not malicious or leering -just the way that men were hard-wired. It was automatic – men (exceptfor gay men, he supposed) automatically visually judge the women theymeet for their desirability as mates. He suspected that women did thesame, though it must be a lesser or more covert thing. Or perhaps hejust wasn’t observant enough to catch it.Not just boys, but the adults treated him differently too. Almost likehe was stupid. Teachers passed him over or looked surprised at hisanswers when he was called upon. Once a girl nearby had sniggered andcalled him a nerd under her breath after he had answered a math questionof the sort he had routinely answered as a guy without any comment fromhis peers. Looking around, he was surprised to see cool contempt on thegirl’s faces and frowning disapproval on the guys. He had felt his facego red and he bowed his head, feeling his cheeks burn. If this is howsmart women got treated, he thought, no wonder so many of them playeddumb and never entered technical or scientific professions. Still, despite the occasional brutal reminder, it wasn’t so bad. Hetreated it as a visit to a foreign land – the land of Girls. He wasjust a tourist, and soon would be home, and the thought made it easier. But it didn’t make the… other thing, any easier.This female body was completely alien to him, and the sensations weredifferent enough that they constantly caught his attention. He couldn’tstop twitching or covertly touching himself to try and figure out whathe was feeling. The constraining feeling of a bra, the heaviness of hisnew breasts. The sensitivity of his smooth, pale skin. The long hairfalling over his shoulders. The plump sensation of his lips. Hispadded behind on the hard school chairs, or the soft feeling of histhighs rubbing together underneath his skirt everytime he shifted themor crossed his legs. The equally soft feeling of his panties wrappedaround his wide hips and cupping his moist mound. And, of course, the feeling of his new girl parts, the way they feltwarm, moist and, well, ‘vaguely empty’ was the only description he couldcome up with to describe the feminine sensation of having a vagina.Maybe women could describe it better, Sam thought. Or maybe theycouldn’t describe it at all. It was a funny thought. He knew that if a woman had asked him what thefeeling of just having a penis was like – not an erect one, just theregular, everyday feeling of having one – he would have just shruggedand said it didn’t feel like anything special at all. Which is probablywhat a woman would have said about her vagina. But suddenly having avagina was very different, and he wasn’t used to it at all. Which ledto another problem.He was a girl in shape, but not in mind. His male libido was intact,and being in the body of a hot girl, with easy access to not only thesight of it but the actual feeling of it, sent it into overdrive. Samfound himself really horny, constantly struggling to focus on anythingother than how aroused he felt. But it was hard, so hard. He kept expecting his cock to harden, but the nerve endings that hisoveractive libido fired wasn’t connected to any male parts. So insteadof feeling a steel rod in his pants, he felt a sort of wet, twitchingemptiness that would only reluctantly fade. And then ten minutes laterhe would look down and see his breasts, or absently touch his sensitivelips, shift his wide hips, or something else that drew attention to hisnew femininity, and he’d feel again the hot, melting sensation in hisgroin. Last break, he had gone into the girl’s washroom and checked hisunderwear, because they were starting to feel soaked. He had beensurprised to find that although there was an wet oval decorating thegusset of his panties, they weren’t quite as wet as he expected. Hecould smell himself again though. God he hoped nobody else could! Hehad cleaned himself up, gasping softly at the feeling of the cheaptoilet paper on his sensitive folds.Sam returned to the present, shaking his head. He felt his soft redlocks brush his shoulders as he did.”What does it matter, Darren?” Joe asked, “Do you really think we’regoing to be girls long enough for that to matter?” It was supposed to be a rhetorical question, and Joe was dismayed whenDarren didn’t answer right away. He took another bite, but Darren’scomment had rattled him, and the burger felt like ashes in his mouth.He wasn’t hungry anyhow, he told himself as he put it down. The lack ofan adam’s apple meant that even the act of swallowing reminded him ofhis ‘curvy condition’. Like Sam, he had spent all day fighting with his own body, trying tosupress the strange feelings and urges of his female flesh. Like Sam,he had found himself in the girl’s washroom cleaning up the mess betweenhis legs. It was embarrassing how messy it was to be aroused as a girl.He once thought that women were lucky in that they didn’t show when theywere aroused. He thought differently now! There were also the looks. Not just the leering looks from the boys.The girls treated him with cool contempt. It was odd, he was used togirls being friendly with him. He had never had a problem with that.He had never had a problem with anyone, except maybe Mike, who wouldn’tleave Darren alone. So this sudden cold-shoulder from half thepopulation of the school was new. He wasn’t surprised, though. Not ifeven half the stuff in that diary was true.Joe saw that his feminine hands were clenched into fists, and forcedhimself to uncurl them. He rubbed his temples. It was only noon and hewas already exhausted. It was tiring to be constantly bombarded withnew sensations and circumstances, combined with dealing with his newbody. All he wanted to do was crawl under the covers of his bed at homeand sleep until he woke up a man again. The thought made him want tocry, and he angrily rubbed his eyes.He looked instead at Darren. The greek beauty that he had become wasdaintily eating a salad, her legs crossed. He was even sitting like agirl, Joe realized. He saw that Sam was also watching her, and theireyes met. They shared shop class together, and there Sam had told himthat Darren was either completely in denial, or completely delusional.He had scoffed at the idea, but now he wondered. If he was, that meantthat it would be up to them to try and reverse this curse. He feltpanic start to claw at his insides. “What’s this?” They looked up to see Sue Maladonna, one of their fellowsophomores, standing nearby with her usual posse of ‘in’ girls. “Samantha I can see. When you’re desperate for friends, anyone will do.But you, Dana?” Sue’s eyebrows arched in contempt while the girls around her tittered,and her lips pursed as she savored her next words. “I’d have expected better of you than to hang with the class whore!”Joe’s face paled. Sam and Darren, outraged sprang to their feet. “Howdare you!” Darren yelled, his girlish voice coming out in a shriek! Samfelt his temper, always quick to erupt, overwhelm him. Before heunderstood what he was doing he had taken two strides and given Sue aforceful, open-armed slap across her mocking face.Shocked silence descended on the cafeteria as Sue reeled back, amanicured hand rising to her shocked face. The red imprint of Sam’sfeminine hand was clear on her face. The cafeteria burst into raucuousnoise, a combination of laughter, excited chatter and people chanting,”Fight! Fight! Fight!”. A loud stentorian voice broke through the noise. “SILENCE!” Mr.McMannister, the science teacher, bellowed. His steely gaze surveyedthe cafeteria, and nobody made a peep. His gaze landed on Sam, and hequailed. “Samantha Jones! You will come with me to the principal’s office.Now!””Yes sir.” Samantha said, staring at the floor. He felt his faceburning with embarrassment. His new female face showed his emotionsmuch more easily than his previous male one, and he hated it. “I’m going to get you for that, you bitch!” He heard Sue whispervenomously.”That’s enough out of you, miss Maladonna! Unless you wish to join missJones in the principal’s office? Your own behaviour was completely outof line as well!” “No sir.” Sue looked away, her face dark with anger. Her posse startedto coo and commiscerate with her, and Sam, his head still hanging,preceded the teacher out of the hall. Joe and Darren watched him go,Darren’s face proud and Sam’s filled with gratitude for the loyaltytheir friend had just shown.The other students in the cafeteria watched them go, and then turnedback to each other, the slap the new topic of conversation. Only onestudent continued to stare after Sam. Amy Feldman had seen what had happened. She had never before noticedSamantha, and wondered how she could have overlooked such hot girl inher own grade! When she had sprang up, her auburn hair bouncing, andthen strode forward and let loose that slap, her face filled with fierceprotectiveness… Amy swallowed as she felt the warmth in her groin, her nipples hard likelittle rocks. Yes, she thought to herself, her eyes glittering. Shewas not like the other sheep, the vapid, wide-eyed cows that infestedthe school, tittering at each other or over boys like the insipida****ls that they were. She was different! Amy decided then and thereto rectify the mistake of not knowing her.***Sam waited on the hard bench outside the principal’s office, startingglumly at the heeled shoes he was wearing. He was already used to them,and the thought appalled him. He kicked the floor sullenly, and lookedup guiltily at the secretary. She was busy typing and gave him no mind.He sighed, and wondered why the bench didn’t feel as hard as the othertime. Of course, he thought annoyed, he had a cushier seat this timearound. He shifted his hips, feeling the panties pull up between hisass cheeks, and scowled. How did women put up with them? He triedpulling them out, but the cargo skirt would not cooperate, and heflushed when he realized the secretary was looking at him.He hung his head, and his red hair covered his face. Annoyed, he tossedit back over his shoulder. It wasn’t fair. Why was he here? He was agood student, he never got in trouble like this. Well, that was thattime in 4th grade, but Darren had totally deserved that. And didn’tthey become best friends afterwards? Pushing him off the swing, causinghim to break his wrist, had been a total accident. Mostly.And then there was that time he had got into a fight with Mike, but thatneanderthal had started it, and Sam had gotten the worst of it. Andthere was that time… He examined his female hands, with the slim painted nails. He was ahothead, he realized glumly. He did deserve to be here. The door to the principal’s office opened, and Sam heard the familiarvoice call out, though with a slightly different context.”Come in, Miss Jones.” The voice sighed. Sam set his jaw and enteredthe office.***”She was right, you know.””What?” Darren asked, broken out of his thoughts. The last bell hadrung and they were waiting outside of the school office for Sam toemerge. Around them, their peers shouted and laughed as they slungbookbags and knapsacks over shoulders and emerged into the bright, warmair outside. “About me being a slut.” Joe mumbled, staring at the ground.”Oh c’mon, that’s total bullshit!” “It’s not, though. You don’t get it. I read her journal. I really amthe class whore!””Whose journal? Sue’s?””No, mine!” Joe exploded, drawing curious looks, and not a few lustfulones. “My journal! Girl-Joe’s!””Shhhh! Don’t talk so loud!” Darren looked around, suddenly afraid.But the hall was quickly emptying. He noticed Amy hanging around thedisplay cases just down the hall, studying intently the school trophies.He turned to look at Joe. The blonde girl’s face was drawn. Darrenwasn’t used to Joe being like this. He was normally so unflappable.How had his legendary resolve gotten so shaken? He was a frantic,quivering mess.Joe lowered his voice. “I read in that journal some horrible things.You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve done, Darren! Everyone thinks I’ma slut because I’ve slept with half the boys in this school!”Darren stared at Joe, shocked. “I… I’m sorry Joe. I had no idea.But you didn’t really do those things, you know.””Yes I did! I wrote them down!””But it wasn’t really you. You only became a girl yesterday, Joe!Anything you did before this happened, it wasn’t really you!””But it was! Isn’t this supposed to be the life we would lead if wewere born girls?”Darren scowled in frustration. The big ox wasn’t getting it. “It’s not that simple Joe. It’s the whole nurture/natural thing thing. The person you are now – the girl you are now – is not the girl whowrote that journal. I know you, Joe! We’ve been best friends for ages.I know you’re not capable of that. I don’t know what wires got crossedfor the girl you supposedly are to have slept around like that, but IKNOW you wouldn’t do that! Maybe she ate some bad shrooms when she wassix, or got her head stuck in a fence and they had to whack it to get itout. But whoever she was, she’s not you!”Joe looked at him, his eyes full of tears, and Darren was surprised. Hehad never seen Joe cry. “How do you know I just won’t fall back into it? How do you know thatthe girl that I am isn’t really a slut?””Aw c’mon, Joe, don’t cry!” Darren awkwardly put his arms around Joe’sshoulders. He was briefly surprised that he could reach around, butthen Joe’s new body wasn’t anywhere near the broad-shouldered guy he hadbeen. He hugged him, feeling the softness of his female flesh beneathhis own, feminine hands. “Listen, I know you won’t fall back into it, okay? I’m pretty sure youwouldn’t even be asking those kinds of questions if you really did havea proclivity for being a slut.””Pro-what?” Joe asked, feeling somewhat relieved. He felt Darrenhugging him, and registered the sensation of Darren’s breasts pressingagainst him. He felt his pussy tense, the sensation angering him. Itwasn’t right to be aroused by his best friend, dammit!”Proclivity. A tendency to do something. I know you’re not like that.”Joe nodded, but he still was anxious. He didn’t want to discuss hishorniness with Darren. Although they had been pretty open as guys, itwas always in a bragging, joking sort of way. His female horniness wasdifferent, it was more emotional, more… secret. He didn’t feelcomfortable talking about it.”Here” Darren rummaged in his purse. Joe couldn’t believe that Darrenwas toting around a purse, but was grateful when Darren came up withsome tissue. He wiped his eyes and blew his nose. Moments later, the door swung open and Sam emerged.”Well?” Darren asked.”I’m on notice, and they’re putting a note on my permanent record. Buthe said that, given how close the end of term was, he wouldn’t suspendme.” Darren was surprised. “You got off pretty easy, in my opinion. You’relucky you weren’t expelled.””Yeah… I think it’s because I was a girl. A girl slapping a girlapparently doesn’t rate that high.” Darren grinned. “That bitch totally didn’t see it coming!” “Thanks for standing up for me, Sam. But next time, don’t, okay? Idon’t want you getting in trouble over me.” Joe said.”Hi Samantha, Hi Dana… Joanna.” Amy said as she sauntered casually upto them. “Hi Amy.” Darren said. Joe said nothing, while Sam gulped and lookedeverywhere but at her.”Samantha, I was wondering… could you do me a favor?” Amy asked.”Um, uh, sure Amy! Which, uh, what is it?” Sam stammered, licking hispink lips nervously. Darren rolled his eyes. Joe just lookedimpatient.”I need some help with that science project that Mr. McMannisterassigned us, you know, the one about the planets?””Since when do you need help with science?” Darren asked, a gracefuleyebrow raised, but Amy ignored him.”Um, sure, I’d be glad to help!” Sam blurted out.”Awesome! Could you come over to my house this afternoon?” Amy asked,nearly breathless, the butterflies in her belly flogging her for haste.”I’d love to–OW!” Sam yelped as Darren kicked his bare shin. “You can’t do that, Sam..antha, you’re coming to the pool with us thisafternoon!” Darren said.”Pool? What pool? Us? What?” Sam spluttered, and Joe looked aghastat Darren. “It’s Wednesday, remember?” Darren prompted.Sam looked thunderstruck at him. Of course. He had forgotten about hislittle sister’s swimming lesson, and how he, Joe and Darren usually wenttogether to swim and have a good time.”You’re fucking k**ding right?” Joe burst out angrily. Amy lookedbetween the three of them, confused. Sam flushed, realizing what wasbeing asked of him. “Darren, we can’t go like –OW!” he yelped again as Darren kicked him onthe shins a second time. “I mean, Oh yeah Dana, I, um, completelyforgot!”Amy looked disappointed. “Maybe tomorrow then?” She asked, hoping shedidn’t come off as desperate. “Sure, tomorrow would be fine!” Sam said, edging out of Darren’s reach. Amy brightened, and said “I’ll see you then!”. She walked off with alittle spring in her step, and Sam stared after her, enthralled andconfused.”What the hell, Sam!” Joe said, exasperated. “Have you lost it? We’refucking GIRLS, and you’re trying to score a date with your crush, who’salso a girl? Helloooo, I’m thick and even I know that’s not going tofucking work!”Sam flushed again. God, he hated that he blushed at the drop of a hat. “I know, I KNOW, okay? I know it’s a fantasy right now! But I couldn’tresist!”Joe rounded on Darren. “And you! What the fuck! The POOL? Are youINSANE?””Just because we’re girls now doesn’t mean that life doesn’t go on,Joe!” Darren said acidly, annoyed. “Just because Sam’s a girl doesn’tmean that he still doesn’t take his little sister to pool on Wednesdays!And just because we’re girls doesn’t mean that we can’t go with him andkeep him company like we usually do!”Joe stared at Darren, crestfallen. “Shit, I know, Darren. It’s just…Oh fuck, here come the waterworks again!” Joe felt tears spring to hiseyes again, and dashed them furiously away. “Joe, Joe, it’s okay man! It’s okay! Look, you don’t have to come,alright?” Sam said awkwardly. Joe really wasn’t dealing well withthis, he thought. He wasn’t either, but Joe in particular seemed to bebecoming unhinged. It really worried him.”No, no, it’s okay Sam. I’m sorry. I’ll come. I’d… I’d rather notbe alone right now.” “It’s okay, buddy, it’s okay.” Sam awkwardly reached out and hugged thevoluptuous blonde, relieved that he was coming. He also didn’t want tobe alone. He felt his breasts flatten against Joe’s, felt his pussytwitch, and quickly released him. He was surprised by how good the hughad felt – not just physically, but emotionally as well.”Alright then. Meet you at your house at three, Sam?” Sam nodded. “You’ll have to go there on your own, Darren.” Joe mumbled. “I don’thave my car anymore.””Damn, I forgot. I’m sorry Joe. Don’t worry, I can make my way thereon my own.” Darren watched the ripple of emotions play over Joe’s face,and like Sam, worried. “Are you going to be okay getting there? You live further away than Ido.””How about I pick you up, Joe?” Sam said, and Joe nodded. “Okay then. I’ll see you guys soon. We’d better go, or we’ll miss the bus.””Oh, before we go, can I get that cursed ring from you Joe? I want toexamine it, maybe do some research. Find out more about it.” Darrenasked. “We should be working on breaking the curse.”Joe looked sidelong at Darren. He felt a curious reluctance to handover the ring to Darren. It was the only clue they had to this wholehorrible business, and Darren’s complete embracing of his femininitymade Joe wonder if Darren even wanted to turn back. If he didn’t wantto turn back… Joe still found it hard to believe that Darren wouldscrew them over, but he wanted to talk to Sam first. Just in case.”I, uh, left it at home Darren. I’ll get it for you later, okay?” Joesaid, his eyes darting to Sam, who looked at him curiously. “Oh, okay. I’ll get it from you tomorrow at school, sound good?” “Sure…”***Chapter 5***Darren stared at himself in the full-length mirror in his room. He wasnaked except for a white and blue bikini. He raised his arms above hishead, watching his bust lift and stretch the cups of the top, andadmiring the smooth, round curves of his female body. He tossed histhick black curls over his shoulders, and checked his bikini line.Perfect.He sighed, and reached out to the mirror, touching his reflectionthrough a pane of cool glass. He couldn’t believe that was him, hereflected with a glow of happiness. It was like the universe, all a-kilter, had suddenly righted itself. The line from an Emily Dickensonpoem went through his head – “God’s in his heaven, all’s right with withworld”.Well, almost all right. He felt a stab of guilt over what he wasputting the others through. Stop it, he told himself sternly. Justbecause they think you can solve it doesn’t mean you can. You’re nowizard – or witch, he thought, and giggled. The point is, he didn’tknow – and probably couldn’t figure out – the solution to theirpredicament. But, his subconscious nastily whispered to him, you could try. Asolution could be applied to them and not necessarily to you. You couldperhaps find a way to turn them back into boys, and keep yourself agirl. The guilt returned, a poisoned shard in the center of his joy.He knew the real reason he didn’t want to look for a solution – the fearthat the curse was chained or linked to them all. He couldn’t go backto being a boy, he just couldn’t. That’s why he wanted the ring. He wanted to go onto the railwaytrestle, and throw it into the rushing waters of Shadow Creek, and haveit disappear forever. He was a girl now, and he would stay one. Hewould help Joe and Sam adjust, he would give them his full support.They were his friends after all. His girlfriends. He laughed, giddily.It would be tough, and things would be rough for a while. But there wasnothing all three of them couldn’t accomplish together. He threw on ashirt and a skirt over his bikini, shrugged on some sandals, left thehouse and started walking over to Sam’s.***”Sammy? Are you ready yet? I wanna gooooooo!” Cherise, Sam’s youngersister, yelled up the stairs. “Just a minute!” Sam scowled as he threw the green one-piece into hisbag along with a towel, a t-shirt and some khaki shorts. He wanted tochange out of the skirt, but didn’t have the time. He dug around in hiscloset, and reached down to grab a pair of leather sandals, feeling hisbreasts pull at his chest as he did. “C’moooooooooooon!!!” Sam sighed exasperately. What a little brat! Hebit down on his tongue. Shut it, bitch, he thought to himself. You maybe living a nightmare but she’s just ten years old and doesn’t deserveto be thought of that like that. He was becoming increasingly annoyedat the girl whose life he was now living.”Are you doing your hair agaaaaain?”Okay, maybe she deserves it just a little.***Joe, appalled, lifted up the red string bikini. Uh uh. No way was hewearing that! He dug through a pile of similar bikinis, searching forsomething, anything, that he wouldn’t be embarrassed to wear. But theywere all the same. One was even sheer! What the hell, Joe thought.Why not swim in lingerie and be done with it?He picked them up and threw them in the trash, and looked around at theblack walls of his room. Just being here depressed him to no end, andhe wished Sam would hurry up and come. His brother was somewhere withhis friends, and his mom was still at work.His mom. He got up and went to his mom’s bedroom, feeling like he didthat he was trespassing. But he couldn’t go swimming in his clothes.He tried his mom’s dresser, fear, disgust and anxiety all warring insidehim. He pawed through his mom’s underwear, searched under pantyhose andfinally found her swimwear. He pulled out a black one-piece and looked at it. Good enough? He’dbetter try it on. He unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down,revealing his red panties, which he subsequently peeled off, grimacingat the stains of dried pussy cream on the gusset. His t-shirt and brafollowed, and he sighed in relief as his large breasts were freed fromtheir confinement, flopping out and settling on his chest. He pulled on the black one-piece, and tucked his breasts in. He lookedat himself in the mirror, and felt his pussy tense and grow warm. Hewas fucking hot, he thought as he stared at himself. He could tell thebathing suit was slightly too small – it was made for a woman of moremodest proportions. It clung a little too tightly to his ass, and hisbreasts bulged against the fabric, aching at their renewed confinement. But it was a far sight better than the alternatives back in his room. He gathered up his clothes, feeling the swimsuit pull against his warmgroin as he did, and felt himself getting moist with arousal. He triedto focus on other things, throwing his bra and panties in the laundryand pulling on his jeans and t-shirt over the one-piece. But histhoughts kept returning to the moist slit between his thighs.Was it normal to be so horny all the time? He had certainly never beenas a guy. This girl body constantly ached, yearned for sexual release. He refused to give it the satisfaction.He was very happy to hear a car blowing its horn outside, and pausedonly to grab a towel before leaving the house and clambering into thestation wagon Sam was driving.***I don’t know about you guys, but I’m looking forward to this.” Darrensaid, trying to fill the silence in the car.”Me tooooo!” Cherise nearly yelled. “It’s so warm. I love swimmingwhen it’s warm. We’re going to the outside pool, right s*s?””Hmmm?” Sam said, distracted. “Right, I almost forgot! Yeah, we’regoing to the outdoor pool Cherise.” Joe didn’t say anything, he was looking through the open window, lost inthought. Darren, seated next to him in the back, watched his longblonde hair blow in the breeze. He really is beautiful, he thoughtenviously. A pity he doesn’t appreciate it. But he will, he thoughtcontentedly.Ten minutes later, they pulled into the pool parking lot. They paid fortheir entry and then Cherise was squealing in indignation as they triedto enter the change room.”What are you guys doooooing? That’s for boys! Ew! You don’t wanttheir icky cooties, do you?”The three of them blushed as another facet of their new lives slammedhome. “No, uh, of course not!” Sam said, and let Cherise pull him awaytowards the girl’s change room. Joe looked at Darren, mortified. “Dude… I know this is just like every guy’s wet dream. I know I’vedreamt about it. But it feels wrong.””I know Joe, but what can we do?” Darren shrugged and followed Sam andCherise into the change room, and Joe swallowed and followed as well.They went in and almost immediately were confronted with the sight of anobese, middle-aged woman toweling herself off. Sam and Darren turnedgreen, and Joe hastily looked away.”Okay, so maybe it’s not exactly like how I dreamed.” “No, totally not at all.” Sam agreed, also looking away.They found a corner and Cherise started to change. Darren arched hisback and he pulled his blouse off, and caught Sam and Joe staring open-mouthed at him. “What?” he asked, defensively. “Sheesh, haven’t you ever seen a girl ina bikini top before? Do you want to snap a pic with your cell?”Sam looked down, embarrassed. Joe looked away. “Sorry Darren.” hemumbled. He had been surprised not only by how sexy Darren looked inthat bikini, but also with how easily Darren wore it, and that he woreit at all.Joe pulled off his t-shirt, and Sam quickly glanced at his impressivebust, looking away again as Joe brushed the blonde hair out of his face.Darren looked at Joe and made a face. “A black one-piece?” “Bite me, Darren.” Joe said as he scowled. “Her name isn’t Darren, it’s Dana!” Cherise piped up, and the three ofthem jumped. They had almost forgotten she was there. “I’m going, okay s*s!” Without waiting for an answer, Cherise boltedout to the pool. Joe took off his shoes and jeans, Darren his skirt and sandals, and thenthey were both looking at Sam. He blushed.”I’m, uh, not wearing it.” he explained, realizing how lame thatsounded. But the understanding on both Joe and Darren’s face made himfeel better.”No problem man, we’ll see you out there.” Joe said, Darren murmuringhis agreement, and both of them placed their clothes in lockers, tookthe keys and left.***Sam looked around, feeling embarrassed. This was ridiculous. Nobodywas going to stare. We’re all women here, and he nervously smiled. Theonly other people were a couple of moms and their daughters who were nodoubt in Cherise’s class. Nobody was looking at him.He quickly yanked off his top, and the bra as well, restraining a gaspas he pulled it off without undoing it. His breasts complained again atthe rough treatment, falling back down heavily and trembling on hischest. Jeez, any more and his breasts would report him for abuse, hethought, and quickly quashed the hysterical laughter that bubbled upinside him. God, they were all flipping out. Flipping crazy.He tried to yank down the cargo skirt, but that damn button! He fumbledat it, restraining the urge to howl in frustration, and finally pulledit around so he could undo the button on the back. He pulled it down,revealing the lacy white panties cupping his female mound. Thosefollowed too, exposing his pink-lipped vulva and the auburn triangle ofhis pubes.He gulped, realizing he was completely naked! He fished out the greenone-piece and quickly pulled it on, shivering at the feeling of lycrasliding over his soft skin. Sam nervously adjusted the top of his swimsuit, feeling his breastsjostling inside, and tried to refrain from looking down at the absencebetween his legs. He felt so vulnerable. The one-piece swimsuit, eventhough it covered more of his body than his swim trunks, felt like itprotected less and exposed more. The feeling of it, and the sight ofit; against his soft skin was erotic, and he caressed his lycra-coveredbelly with a slender hand. He shivered, and felt his split tighten,then relax with a warm, moist sensation. Whoo! He thought. It really didn’t take much to rev the engine of thisbody. He still felt horny, despite having masturbated that morning! Asa boy, he had masturbated nearly every day. It looked like his girlbody had urges just as strong! He would definitely need to let off some steam tonight. The thought wasboth very exciting and terrifying, and he he closed his eyes, imaginghis body in bed, his hand dipping to the soft mound between his legs…He shuddered, opening his eyes, realizing what was happening. Badlibido, bad! He thought angrily as he felt how wet he was between hislegs.Female arousal was definitely different from male arousal. Malearousal, you were aware of it from beginning to end, and you could feelits progress. It was like a fighter jet in the sky, screaming by -obvious in every way. Female arousal was like a submarine. Lurking,lurking, hey I feel kinda warm and moist, feels kinda nice, and thenbam! Like a torpedo to the groin, the wetness is all of a sudden justthere, and you feel the aching emptiness, the sudden powerful need tohave something thick and hard wedged into it.Sam pulled the fabric of the swimsuit away from his wet mound, andscowled as he saw the spotting of his juices on the inside of hisgusset! He left the change room and took a shower immediately to hideit, trying resolutely to ignore his pussy, which was twitching as ifresentful that it was not going to get what it wanted.***Joe had always enjoyed swimming, and when he saw the sparkling bluewater of the pool, it’s like all the shittiness in his life just meltedaway. He threw his towel to the side and without any further thoughtdove head-first into the pool.Wow. What a difference. He breached the surface, sputtering. Thewater reinforced to a large degree everything that was different abouthim now. The sensation of the water flowing over his covered breastswas erotic. He could feel it glide over his sensitive skin, thecoldness of it shocking him far more than it would as a guy. It wasalmost like the water was feeling him up. He dove underwater again, realizing it was harder to stay submerged.His center of balance was different, and he felt more buoyant thatbefore. He kicked his legs, feeling his shapely thighs and legs knifethe water. The feeling of the wet one-piece clinging to his body wasinvasive.He swam around for a while, joining Sam and Darren, but it was clearfrom their faces that they were also trying to come to grips with thenew sensations. Darren tried to liven things up, splashing them, andthen encouraging them to try jumping off the board. Joe tried toimagine that, him bouncing off the board while everything jiggledembarrasingly, and flat-out refused, Sam agreeing with him. Soon all three were sitting in the sun on the side of the pool, towelsaround them to keep the chill off their new bodies and their slenderlegs kicking the water while they watched Cherise doing her swimminglesson.”You guys are acting like wet blankets.” Darren chided. “Think aboutit, you have a chance to experience life from the other -“”Darren.” Sam said, sighing. “I know this is like some big adventureto you. But we’d be a lot happier knowing it was going to end. I knowI’d be happier trying it knowing that I’d be returning to my old body.” He turned to Joe. “Joe, make sure you bring the ring tomorrow, okay?”Joe grunted noncomitally, and Sam stared. What was wrong with him?”Hey Dana.” All three of them looked up to see Tony standing over them,dripping wet, grinning. The water beaded and followed the curves of histoned pecs and flat belly, and Darren felt his lips go dry andbutterflies start up in his stomach. His groin felt tense.”Hi Tony!” Darren said, blushing. The memory of him creaming his newpanties in Tony’s arms came flooding back, and embarrassed, looked down.But he could feel excitement running through his body.”Hey Tony” Sam said, Joe saying nothing, but Tony’s attention wascompletely focused on Darren. “Could I talk to you Dana? Just a sec, by ourselves?” Tony said, agleam in his eye. Darren looked up, swallowing. He got up and followedhim to a corner where they could talk in private. As he walked hearched his back slightly to show off his breasts better, and put alittle wiggle into his hips.***Joe stared at Darren, seeing the way he was coquettishly holding hishands behind his back, going frequently on tippy-toes or shifting fromone foot to the other rapidly, the whole act accentuating the breasts onhis chests, the wiggle of his feminine hips and his overrall femalefigure. He was smiling at Tony’s words, and Joe could see himenthusiastically say something, a big grin spreading on his face.She’s really pouring on the charm, he thought, and frowned. He realizedthat was the first time he had thought of Darren as a girl, not a boy!But how much of Darren the boy was left? Not much! He had been rightto keep the ring. He can’t be trusted, he thought resentfully.He thought about what else in that thought disturbed him. It was thethought of Darren getting laid as a girl. Why should that bother him,really? He turned the thought around, gingerly manipulating it as if itwere a piece of sharp glass. It bothered him, he realized, because heand Sam were girls too, and thus just as capable of having female sex asDarren was!The thought paralyzed him, drew him in. He tried to imagine what thatwould be like, to lie with a man, to have his pussy, wet with arousal,spread open by a hard cock… he felt his crotch tense and grow warm,and he angrily quashed the thought out of his head. No, never! Thatwould never happen as long as he drew breath! Never, never, never! Hetold himself again and again, shaking his head slightly, feeling hissoft blonde hair brush his shoulders. But his body was excited by thethought! Damn it, he could feel his soft pink nipples erecting! Thepushed against the fabric of his swimsuit, and he drew the towel moretightly around him.”Darren’s really into this whole girl thing.” Sam said. “Mmm-hmm.” Joe said, distracted by the warm feeling in his groin.”I think when the time comes, he’s not going to want to go back to beinga guy.”Joe snorted. Sam looked at him, aggravated. “Do you want to stay agirl?” he asked, annoyed.”What? Fuck no!” Joe said, startled away from his moistening pussy. “Well you’re sure acting like it!”Joe’s face reddened, then suddenly crumpled. He stared down at hispale, soft thighs, and the way the one-piece dove between his legswithout outlining any sort of bulge – just a flat, curving mound. “I’m sorry, Sam.” he whispered, feeling tears come to his eyes. “Youwere right. This is my fault. It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t foundthat god-dammned thing, none of this would have happened.”Sam’s anger abruptly disappeared. What did Joe mean? Right… he hadcalled him a jackass yesterday night, and blamed him. He hung his head,unaware that like Joe he was staring at how his green one-piece coveredthe slight roundness of his fertile belly, and at the supple thighs thatwere crossed over one another – an position that would have beenuncomfortable, even painful, if he still had his balls.”Look, about that…””You don’t have to say sorry.” Joe said, kicking at the water. “Itreally is my fault. I don’t know what came over me.””It doesn’t matter, Joe. You didn’t know what would happen. And as Irecall, you didn’t exactly force that ring on our cocks. Darren, and I,are just as responsible.”Sam’s words held no comfort to Joe. The guilt remained, a heavy weightcrushing his heart. “Why didn’t you give the ring back to Darren? If anyone can fix this,he can. I can’t believe you didn’t bring it to school. You haven’tlost it, have you?” Sam asked, suddenly feeling queasy.”No, I brought it to school with me.” Sam looked at Joe, flabbergasted. “Why didn’t you give it to Darren?””I dunno, man.” Joe looked up. Darren was still flirting with Tony.”I… I’m just not sure Darren cares. He might, like, throw it away orsomething.””That’s ridiculous, Joe. Darren’s our friend! Even if he wants to staya girl – as weird as that sounds – he wouldn’t screw us over like that! We’re his friends, Joe! His best friends! Hell, his only friends!””Yeah… yeah, you’re right. I’ll give it to him tomorrow.”They watched Darren walk back to them. He was smiling, nearly skipping,and both Sam and Darren were entranced by how beautiful he looked. Itwasn’t just physical beauty, Sam mused. It was like there was a lightswitched on inside of him. He…glowed. Was radiant. All of a sudden,Joe’s words took on new import.”Guys! Guys! Guess what?” Darren said excitedly, clapping his handstogether. God, he looks like a giddy schoolgirl, Sam thought. “What?” Joe asked, dully.”Tony asked me out! Joe and Sam looked incredulously at him.”WHAAAAAT?” Sam burst, his anger erupting again! “What the fuck,Darren! You’re supposed to be helping put an end to this, and you’refucking going out with a guy?!?”Joe looked ill. “You’re not going to help us turn back, are you.” Hesaid quietly. Instantly silence fell.”Of course I’m going to turn us back!” Darren said, but both Sam andJoe saw his feet fidgeting and twisting. “I wouldn’t leave you guyslike that! But, um….””But you don’t want to turn back.” Sam said. Darren looked at the both of them, saw the knowledge in their eyes. Hesighed. “No… I don’t want to turn back. Not ever.””Why?” Sam asked. “What’s so great about being a girl?””Yeah!” Joe said, anger edging his voice. “This is fucking hell!” Hespread his arms, as if to say, look at me, and the towel fell off hisback. The black one-piece hid nothing.”I’m sick to death of having boobs, of guys staring at me, of having afucking messy pussy and wearing fucking girl’s clothing! Everyone looksat me like I’m the town slut because I am! I want my life and my carand my body back! I’m done with this!” His voice rose to a scream.”JUST FUCKING FIX IT! I’VE HAD ENOUGH!!!” He dissolved into tears. Sam looked around, seeing people staring shocked at them, and grabbedJoe, giving him a hug. “Shhh, shhh. Not so loud!” he whispered. Hefelt Joe’s shoulders heaving with wracking sobs, and hugged him tighter.”God, what’s happening to you? You used to be our rock. You’re fuckingcoming apart, man!””I…I don’t know.” Joe said, sobbing. “I… I just want my lifeback.”Darren felt his heart sink, and his resolve nearly shatter. He startedto open his mouth, to tell them the truth about not wanting to break thecurse, and apologize, and promise to work on it, but then a lifeguardcame. “What’s going on here.” He asked, annoyance obvious on his face.”You’re disturbing the other bathers.” “It’s fine… she’s just sorting out some personal issues right now.”Darren said, and scowled. Joe and Sam were seated on the side of thepool, and the lifeguard was looking down their cleavage!”Yeah… well…” the lifeguard said, still ogling them, “just keep itdown, alright? Scream again and I’ll have to ask you to leave.” The lifeguard left, and Darren muttered “What a pig…” He looked down to see Joe blow his nose on the towel. His earlier urgeto spill everything to his friends disappeared, though the guiltremained. It’s something I’ll always have to deal with, he thoughtsadly, as he sat down on the other side of Joe and gave him a hug aswell. “I’m sorry this is so hard, Joe. I promise you, once I have the ringI’ll do everything I can to break the curse.” Darren said. Unless itinvolved lifting it from himself as well, he added mentally. Then itwas definitely going in the river.”Yeah. Okay.” Joe sniffed. “I’ll bring it tomorrow, okay? Can wejust go?””Sure, Joe. Do you want to do something? Play some Playsta…” Samfrowned. Did he even own a Playstation anymore?”I just wanna go home.” Joe said. “Cherise’s lesson is almost over.” Sam said. “Then we can go, okay?””Okay…” ***They dropped Joe off at his home, and watched him slink back into thehouse, his shoulders slumped around the large breasts on his chest. Hehadn’t bothered blow-drying his long blonde hair, and is hung downbehind him like a mat. He looked like a broken man… or woman, Samthought.Sam drove off and headed towards Darren’s place to drop him off, deep inthought. Cherise hummed happily on the backseat, while Darren keptthrowing glances his way. “What is it, Dar..Dana. You keep looking at me!””Well… um, I know this is going to sound really weird.””What?””Well, I, um… was wondering…”Sam sighed. “Out with it, Dana.””Could you come shopping with me on Friday, after school? I have thatdate with Tony on Saturday.” He continued in a gush. “I just want toget something nice for the date, and I think he’s already seen me in allmy usual clothes, and I want to get something nice he’s not expectingthat’s all!” “Jesus, Dar–Dana, what the hell!””C’mon, I could really use the company!””But what about the ring? Or was that an empty promise?””I’ll work on that too, I promise! But I meant what I said – I’m notgoing back.””Well fine, but we do, and the sooner the better!” Sam said angrily,turning to Darren. “While you’re wasting your time-“”WATCH OUT!” Sam cursed and swerved, narrowly avoiding an oncoming car.”That was cool! Can you do it again?” Cherise shouted, and Sam cursedagain. “Bad word! Bad word! I’m telling mum!” Cherise chanted, and Sam lostit. “SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE BRAT!” he screamed, and both Darren and Cherisestared at him, wide-eyed. Cherise started to cry. “Oh jeez, I’m sorry s*s. Aw, man…” Sam said. Cherise continued tocry, and Sam felt a horrible combination of rage, guilt and sorrowmingle in his heart. “She didn’t mean it Cherise, your s*s is having some problems rightnow… but she still loves you, okay? Would you like some ice cream?I’ve got some at my house, you can come in and have an ice cream cone.” Darren said in a soothing voice.”Can I? Please, s*s?” Cherise said hopefully, looking at Sam withtear-filled eyes. “Sure, Cherise, I’m sorry, okay?” Cherise nodded happily and Sam pulledup to Darren’s house, watching as he and Cherise went in. He closed hiseyes and pressed his hands against his head, feeling the thick auburnhair he now had spilling over them. The dull pounding of a headache wasstarting. Darren and Cherise came back, Cherise licking an ice cream bar, andDarren leaned in. “I’m sorry, Sam. I shouldn’t have asked.””It’s okay… Dana. I’ll come.” Darren’s face brightened. “You will? Really!” He jumped and laughed. “Thanks buddy! I reallyowe you.””Just fix this, okay? I’m happy for you – I really am, you deservehappiness, and if you want to stay a – ” his eyes slid to Cherise. “er,stay the way you are, it’s okay. But Joe and I really want… back.Please, okay? Please find a way!” Darren nodded, slowly. “I’ll do what I can, Sam. I promise.”Sam drove off, his mind filled with doubt. “What’s that game you’re playing?” Cherise unexpectedly asked. “What game?””The one where you pretend bahis siteleri to be boys. Can I play too?” Sam nearly drove off the road in shock. “What makes you think we’replaying a game?””C’mon s*s, you always think I’m stupid. I’m not stupid. I heard youtalk about ‘changing back’, and everyone at the pool heard Joanna screamabout ‘fixing it’. Boy, she’s mad. Is she losing?”Yeah, losing it, Sam thought.”It sounds fun. Though I think your boy-name is dumb. Sam is whateveryone calls you anyways. It should be something better, like Stephenor Sebastian. Does it have to start with the same letter? I think myboy name should be Chet, like my doll.”Sam couldn’t help but laugh. The high-pitched girl’s laughter soberedhim. “It’s not a fun game, Cherise. And it’s not for much longer anyhow.”He rubbed his temples, trying to focus on the road. It had better notbe for much longer.”Good.” Cherise said. “I’d hate it if you were a boy. I love having as*s like you, even if you do yell at me sometimes. You’ll always be mys*s, right?”Sam didn’t know how to answer. ***Joe trudged in, and was surprised to see his mom waiting for him in thefoyer. She gave him a hug, and Joe felt his heavy breasts push againsthis mother’s smaller ones. He quickly broke the hug, and forced a smileto lessen the rejection that showed in his mother’s face.”Hi Mom.””You’re just in time for dinner! And maybe afterwards, I thought wecould get started on your room?” “My room?” Joe asked, and his mom gestured to some paint cans next tothe stairs. “I got some paint from my friend Ellen, who’s just finished painting herown daughter’s room. There isn’t enough for all four walls, but Ithought we could paint two of the walls rose and the other two lavenderpink. The walls that get sun would get the rose color, what do youthink?”What do I think? Joe asked. He realized he didn’t care at all. Itmight as well be someone else’s room. Hell, he thought, it already was.”Sounds good mom.” He said, plastering a smile on his face for hismom’s sake.”Great! You won’t be able to sleep in your room tonight, but you cancrash in the living room, sleep with me if you like.””The living room would be fine mom.” The thought of being in the samebed as his mom was uncomfortable, bordering on revolting. He joined his mom and his brother Jack for a simple supper andafterwards spent and hour or two helping his mom paint the room. Hismom chattered at him about gettting new clothes, and Joe admitted he hadborrowed his mom’s swimsuit. He could still feel the lycra dryingagainst his curvy body. To his surprise, his mom seemed actuallyrelieved, even pleased. But then, he reflected, she too knew thealternatives he had available. Without realizing it, he agreed to go clothes shopping with his mom onthe weekend. It should have bothered him that he agreed so easily, asif the weekend itself was some impossibly faraway date that would nevercome. Deep in his mind an awful thought was hatching, and the worldaround him was growing gray and transparent.***Darren lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. Beneath the sheet, hecould feel his breasts rise and fall with his breath. His nightiecaressed the smooth skin of his body, emphasizing its femininity. Butneither pleasuring himself nor the joy of womanhood was on his mindright now. He felt guilty. He should be trying to break the curse. Several times,he had started up his web browser to begin his research and take notes,and each time he had browsed for something else instead, or gottendistracted. How to please a boy on the first date. What to wear. Howfar was it okay to go, or not go. Several times he received emails or texts from girls that he had barelyknown in his previous male life, but now was apparently good friendswith. He had dished for a half hour on the phone with some girl namedSally, about Tony. She had also agreed to come with him clothesshopping on Friday, and they both giggled giddily over what kind ofdress to wear. And when he had put down the phone, there it was again -the horrible guilt that he was betraying his best friends.He knew it was fear – fear that the wonderful life he now had would beripped away, gone forever, if he discovered a cure. He also realizedthat a part of it was selfishness – he wanted Joe and Sam to stay likethey were, so that they could stay his best friends. He felt that ifthey returned to normal he would lose them. It was a silly thought, ashe knew that plenty of girls had boys as close friends. But there wouldalways be that gap that couldn’t be crossed. It wasn’t fair that he should get it all while they suffered. But hedidn’t want to go back to the life he had before. He couldn’t bear thethought. It was all such a terrible mess. Why couldn’t it have beenjust him? Losing Joe and Sam as friends wasn’t a great prospect, butbecoming a girl would have been worth it. He had plenty of friends asone, after all.It was a long time before Darren fell off to sleep.***Chapter 6***Joe moaned as his mom shook him awake. He was having the most wonderfuldream. His hands twitched as if they were still gripping a wrench, andslowly the fantasy of being the master mechanic for a Formula 1 racingteam slipped away. Instead he felt breasts shift on his chest, and widehips uncomfortably lying on the floor, and covers caressing doe-likeskin. He brushed his blonde hair out of his bleary eyes and staredsullenly at his mom. “Up and at them, sweetheart. You’ve got to get ready for school! I’vegot to run, there’s a packed lunch for you on the kitchen counter.Hurry up or you’ll miss the bus.””Yeah… sure, mom.” he mumbled. School? Fuck school. He trudgedupstairs in the silky PJ’s – the only thing he could find that wasremotely modest – to the bathroom and planted his wide hips on thetoilet, hearing his mom pulling out of the driveway. He felt the peecome out of him, not an orderly stream, but like a waterfall. Cross’peeing standing up’ as yet another thing he couldn’t do anymore.”Bye s*s, catch you later!” he heard Jack call out, but couldn’t bebothered to answer. A black mood had settled around him. He heard thedoor slam and the roar of the ’88 Camaro that belonged to Jack’s friend.The thought that he would never work on another engine was unbearable.He went into his room, blinking his eyes. The newly painted wallsbrought home his new existence as a girl even more than the black oneshad before. The smell of new paint was nearly gone, and he crawledbetween the sheets of his bed and closed his eyes. Maybe he could havethat dream again. It was so much better than the reality.***Thursday. Once again it was a warm spring day. The students filed intoShadow Creek High, heads lowered while minds were imagining the start ofsummer, so close by.Sam looked around, wondering where Joe and Darren were. He glancednervously down at himself. It felt so weird to be wearing girl’sclothing, he couldn’t get used to it. His slender, hairless legsemerged from a a pair of khaki shorts, the belt of which was cinchedabove curvy hips. He could feel his soft cotton panties snugly coveringhis rounded behind and smooth crotch. The t-shirt he wore was tighterthan anything he had ever worn as a guy, and the neckline was wide,showing the purple straps of the cute bra he was wearing.Unlike yesterday, he had actually put a bit of effort into his hair,brushing it and using clips to keep it out of his face. It was apractical thing, he told himself, though he had felt upset when herealized he had liked the way he looked in the mirror. Sandals coveredhis feet.”Sam! You look great!” Sam heard a girl call out, and looking up, sawDarren coming towards him. He was wearing tights with a short skirt anda long-sleeved shirt whose wide neckline not only showed off his blackbra straps but was deep enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. A barretteheld back his long, curly black hair, and his face had light makeup up,his lips shining with lip gloss. Once again, Sam felt conflictingemotions at the sight of his friend, but now there was less shock andmore envy. “Where’s Joe?” Darren asked. “I don’t know. He wasn’t on the bus this morning.” He anxiously lookedat the entrance again. “I’m worried about him.””He’ll come, don’t worry. I’m sure he’s fine.” but Darren was worried,too. “I hope you’re right. If he doesn’t come, let’s swing by his placeafter school.”Darren agreed and they headed into class.***”That was a magnificent job you did on the transmission, Joe! Icouldn’t believe how smoothly it downshifts in the turns. Thedifferential’s as smooth as silk!” Rob, the driver for the Ford F-1team said, pulling off his helmet so that his curly chestnut hair wasfreed.Joe glowed. “Thanks Rob! I used those new teflon bearings and thatspecial oil formula I came up with. I’m glad to see it paid off!” “You’re the best, Joe! C’mon guys, three cheers for the magicalmechanic!” The other mechanics in the bay cheered and Joe blushed. “Aw, c’mon guys! This is your win as well!” Joe said, but the bay wasempty. Rob put the trophy down and approached Joe, his eyes intent on him. “Weowe you everything, Jo. Not just the win. Everyone’s proud of whatyou’ve done. Your crew love you.”Rob approached even closer. Confused, Joe backed up, and was surprisedto feel his behind touch the wall. It felt larger and softer. Why?Before he could look behind him, Rob pressed himself against Joe. Joefelt something fleshy and soft flatten on his chest.”Um, uh, Rob…” He began, licking his lips, which unexpectedly feltplump.”And I love you.” Rob said, his breath warm on Joe’s cheek. He kissedhim, his whiskery, masculine lips over Joe’s own, soft, plump ones. “Mmm. Mmmf!” Joe wanted to struggle, to resist, but he felt curiouslyweak. There was something hard and hot growing against his lower belly.There was an weird feeling of emptiness and he crossed his thighs,trying to cover it up. Instead he felt soft, thick feminine thighs rubagainst each other, and a growing feeling of wetness. He realizied witha shock that he wasn’t wearing any pants.Rob broke the kiss, and Joe gasped. “Uh…Oh.. Rob, I don’t think…”His voice trailed off as Rob shifted and the hardness pressing againsthim suddenly moved downwards to push against his groin, which felt bothwet and empty. The pressure increased and Joe gasped, his eyeswidening, as he felt his flesh give way and something long and hardslide up inside him.”Oh…Oh… What…” he murmured, confused, as the intrusive rod pusheddeeply into him, bringing him a surge of unexpected pleasure. He felt aballsack nestle against his inner thighs, but knew somehow that theywere not his. He grunted as he felt Rob pick him up by his ass and push him againstthe wall, and his hips pressed hard against his own curvy ones, themember inside him twitching. Involuntarily, he felt his legs wraparound Rob’s hips as Rob began to thrust. This was crazy. It couldn’t be happening! He tried to look down, tosee what was going on, but he saw only large breasts stretching againstthe top of his jacket, pressed against Rob’s flat, masculine chest. Robwas thrusting urgently, and Joe could feel a wet velvet tunnel in hiships wrapped around what could only be Rob’s cock. “OH MY GOD!” He screamed suddenly in shock, “I’M A GIRL! NOOOOOOOOO!!!”His wail filled the empty engine bay as Rob suddenly pulled him tightand Joe felt cum start to squirt into him from Rob’s swelling, pulsingcock.”oooooooo!” Joe heard himself scream, thrashing in bed as he woke upfrom one nightmare into another. His breasts bounced underneath his PJtop and he could feel the hot, wet emptiness in his bucking hips as hispussy ached for the dream cock. He sobbed and nearly dry-heaved as thedream reluctantly faded from his mind.He threw off the sheets and pushed himself up on his arms, lookingbetween his legs. There was a wide stain of pussy juice on the PJ’s anda smaller one on the sheet below. Oh god, he thought, he totallycreamed himself! He felt his heated pussy twitch and flutter, achingfor attention, and the deep gnawing feeling that only a woman desperatefor sex could experience! He moaned as he lay back and his slim handslipped under the waistband of his silk pajamas. He didn’t want to do this, but his body ached for it so badly. Itneeded release in the worst way. He felt his fingers tremblingly touchthe wet, velvet folds of his pussy, and his back arched. He started torub, feeling the velvet folds part, and felt the wetness of a girl’ssecret hole beyond it. He sobbed as he pushed against that void, andfelt his finger slide into his vagina.”Uuuuuuuuh…” He felt himself gasp, pleasure filling his hips. Hethrust further in and wiggled the finger. He could feel hot, wet andvelvety flesh squeeze his finger, but he could also feel a finger wiggleinside the contracting canal of his vagina. The dual feeling made himsob again, but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. He explored further,discovering the remains of his penis in the form of a small, swollen budthat was exquisitely sensitive. He rubbed it, preferring it to thehorrible wet and vulnerable slit below. “No, no, no, no, no” he chanted as the pleasure rose in his hips and hisback arched, his jiggling breasts, capped with thick erect nipples,straining against his top. “No, no, no, NO, NOOOOooooOOooooOOOoooo” Hescreamed as the dam burst, and pleasure suddenly flooded his body fromthe cramping, seizing canal in his hips! His feet drummed on the bed.His pussy throbbed and pulsed, and Joe felt wetness flood from him,pussy cream oozing out of his pulsing slit to drip down into the crackof his rounded ass. He flopped back down onto his back, crying. His body relished therelease, although he still felt horny, the pussy between his legs stillcraving his touch. But he refused to have anything more to do with it. Instead he curled, the smell of a woman’s juices intruding on hissenses, the feeling of his PJ’s clinging to his wet crotch, and sobbedas he mourned the loss of his manhood and everything he had enjoyed inlife, all traded in for a stranger’s life and even stranger slit betweenhis legs.***Darren stared out the window while Ms. Heart, the English teacher,droned on about dangling participles. He turned to look at Sam, feelinghis black curls brush over his shoulders. The auburn-haired girl thathe had become wasn’t paying attention either. She was staring at thewall clock, while her hand idly played with her long, wavy red hair.Her green eyes were lost in thought. Darren wondered if Sam realized howfeminine he looked twirling his hair like that. Her thighs werecrossed, another feminine trait that Darren had noticed Sam doing moreand more often. He looked back outside, smiling. It pleased him to see that Sam wasadopting feminine traits. His choice in clothing had been good as well,and Darren approved. With a little more support and help, Sam mighteven enjoy his new life, and even sooner that Darren hoped. Joe,though… he shook his head. Time enough to worry about Joe later. Hewas just slow to adapt, that’s all. His eyes roamed the class and settled on Tony. He felt a thrill ofexcitement every time he looked at him. It was odd to think that he nowhad an attraction to members of the opposite sex, he never had before hechanged. Maybe it was because he was a girl. Maybe it was because hehad always secretly been gay. Whatever the reason, he now craved maleattention. He closed his eyes, imagining what it would be like to make out withTony. To feel his lips pressing against his own. For him to hold him,pressing his own lithe body against his, a hand gently cupping hisbreast, circling the nipple, caressing his soft belly, slowly making itwas downwards…He opened his eyes, breathing shallowly. He rubbed his face with atrembling, feminine hand, and pressed his thighs together. His vaginawas throbbing tenderly, and he could feel the wetness between his legs. He was possessed with a powerful, yet terrifying eagerness to have theemptiness in his hips filled. He was aching, yearning for a man to takehim, possess him, to fill him up and jet cum into him, to make himutterly a woman. He loved this feeling of vulnerability. To be strong, and yet so weak. To be held and told that he was loved, to be appreciated for both bodyand mind. This was what he had always wanted, but could never vocalizebefore, even to himself. ***Sam sighed and looked at the wall clock again. The time didn’t seem tobe passing any quicker, as much as he wished it to. He fidgeted,crossing his thighs again, and felt his panties pull against his mound. His underwear felt really conspicuous this morning. The purple brasupporting his breasts felt a bit tight, and irritating. He shifted hisshoulders, trying to get more comfortable, and brushed a lock of redhair out of his face. Being a woman was aggravating. He couldn’t believe it had been two days now and they were still stuckas girls. He glanced at the door. Where was Joe, anyhow? They neededthat ring! If Darren was too moon-eyed at being a girl, then he wouldgive it a crack. Either way, he was through waiting. Not that there weren’t benefits to being a girl. His face colored as heremembered thrashing on his bed last night, his body consumed by afemale orgasm. That had felt really good – better than any orgasm hehad experienced as a guy, but very, very different, and unbelievablymessy. He had to sneak his sheets and clothes into the wash first thingbefore his mom discovered the delightful scent of eau d’pussy that hehad left behind – on his sheets, his panties, his pajamas… quite adifference from the sock that had been good enough, before. Even the orgasm itself had been a full-blown production. Nearly a goodhalf-hour as the pleasure had built, wave upon wave… There’s wasn’t acock to pump, but labia that needed to be stroked, a vagina that neededto be dipped into and penetrated, a clit that needed to be rubbed.Sometimes the three in sequence, sometimes one part needing moreattention than the other. And after the orgasm was done, he stillwanted more. The horniness didn’t just abate, it lingered around,encouraging you to go at it again. With a jerk he returned back to reality when he felt someone lightlytouch him on the shoulder. He silently swore as he felt the wet feelingbetween his thighs. He waited until Ms. Heart was facing the blackboardagain, and turned around to accept a note from the guy behind him.Darren’s right – I’m glad I’ve had the chance to experience this, Samthought as he unwrapped the note, which he supposed was from him. ButI’m ready to go back now. I want to go back to when things were simple- when we laughed and played video games, when jacking off meant a pornomag and five minutes of privacy, when dressing up meant putting on anice t-shirt instead of a rumpled one. When getting aroused wassomething that quickly went away, instead of staining your undies andmaking you feel sticky all day.He read the note, his forehead creasing. It wasn’t from Darren, afterall. The handwriting was wrong. As was the content.I can’t wait to get together with you this afternoon. It’s going tobe fun!P.S. I like your body, it’s sexy.He looked around, confused, and caught Amy’s eye. She grinned andwinked slowly at him, and Sam flushed, looking back at the note.P.S. I like your body, it’s sexy.What the hell? Was that something girls said to each other? He checkedhimself, and chided himself for being dumb. Of course he was still agirl, nothing had changed.P.S. I like your body, it’s sexy.A sinking feeling enveloped Sam. No way… that just wasn’t fair. Noway could she be a lesbian. The gods couldn’t be that cruel… couldthey? He cast another glance at Amy, but she was looking at theblackboard.Sam tucked the note away. It must just be something girls said to eachother, like complimenting each other’s hair. It must be.***Joe threw the sheets and his pajamas into the laundry, and turned it on.He was wearing his mom’s black yoga pants and his brother’s hoodie, butthe racy red silk underwear he was wearing came from his own drawers.After bawling in bed for an hour he had finally felt gross enough totake a shower. Soaping down his voluptuous figure should have been aboy’s wet dream, but instead of eroticism he had just felt despair. Butslowly, a plan had come to him.Darren was a lost cause, but Sam trusted Darren. Joe felt certain thatgiving the ring to Darren would be a mistake, and Sam would do exactlythat if he gave it to Sam. So, he thought, squaring his shoulders as he turned on the laundry towash away the last night’s sin, it was up to him. He would figure outhow to solve this. And the best place to start, he decided, would bethe internet. He didn’t have a computer, apparently girl-Joe had betterthings to spend her money on. His mom didn’t have one either, andJack’s was password-protected. But the town library had computers and an internet connection. He wentto his bookbag and pulled out the gold cock ring. He gazed resentfullyat it as it glowed in the sunlight. I hate you, he thought savagely at the circle of gold. As soon as Ifigure out how to reverse this, I’m going to smash you. Break you. Seehow you deal with a freight train rolling over you. Fucking piece ofshit!He thrust the ring into the pocket of his hoodie, and went through thefront door. He was locking it when he heard a voice behind him.”Oh…Hey! Good morning!” Joe dropped his keys in surprise and whirled around. A guy had beenpassing on the sidewalk, but at Joe’s emergence, he came over. He worea tattered denim jacket, adorned with a few chains and a lot of patches,over a black t-shirt. Rumpled jeans hung loosely from his slim hips,his boxers peeking out above the beltline. His hair was short, dyedgreen and purple, and his dark eyes held some inner humor. His lipshung in a crooked smile.”Oh! I’m sorry.” The guys said as Joe picked up the keys, his eyes onhow Joe’s behind thrust out as he did, stretching the yoga pants. “Ididn’t mean to startle you.” Joe locked the door and turned to face thepunk guy. Or was it goth? Joe didn’t know, and didn’t really care.”My name’s Eric! I just moved in two doors over. My dad’s hasn’tregistered me with the school yet, so I got the day off. I thought I’dintroduce myself, since we’re practically neighbours.””Um… hello. Name’s Joe. Sorry… I don’t have time to talk, gottago.” He lowered his head and walked past Eric. As he did, Joe felt thepresence of Eric’s masculinity, smelled his male scent, felt the heatfrom his body, and his female body responded! He felt his lips plumpwith excitement, felt his nipples crinkle in their red lacy prisons,felt a dull, aching warmth emerge in his groin! He ducked his head, hislong blonde hair falling in a curtain around his reddening face, andhurried down the sidewalk.”Well.. glad to meet you!” Eric looked bemused at Joe’s back. Jeez, itwas just a simple hello! But should she have expected anything else?The girl was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed vixen with an amazing body.Probably used to boys worshipping her while she belittled other girlswho weren’t cool enough to be a part of her posse. Eric knew girls likethat, but what a shame that the only other person on the street thatseemed close to his age, was like that.He finished his tour of the new neighborhood, and returned to his garagewhere boxes of his stuff were piled in the garage. Sighing, he startedto unpack his tools.***Sam stepped out of English class and into the main corridor. The maindoor opened, and Sam looked to see if it was Joe, but it was just thecustodian. The open door admitted a cold breeze, and Sam shivered,rubbing his arms. While the days were warm, the spring breezespersisted. “I think you underdressed this morning.” A voice said by his shoulder,and he jumped. Turning around, he saw Amy grinning at him. “I’ve got a hoodie in my locker, would you like it?” She asked, and Samnodded. He followed Amy, mouthing a “I’ll see you later” at Darren, whowatched them leave with a smile on his face. Amy took him to herlocker, and opened it, pulling out a lilac hoodie. “Here” she said, handing it to him. “Put it on. You’re putting onenough of a show as it is.””Huh?” Sam asked, wondering what she was talking about. Amy lookedboth ways, and then reached out and rubbed one of the erect nipples thatwas thrusting through Sam’s t-shirt! Shocked, Sam made a sound that wasa combination of a gasp and a moan as the sensation of having his erectnipple rubbed send little shocks of pleasure to his groin. He felt hispussy clench, tightening pleasurably!”I can tell you like that.” Amy said. “Now come on, put on the hoodie,we’re going to be late.”Sam gulped and pulled on the hoodie. Looking down, he was relieved thathis nipples weren’t showing anymore, despite them feeling taut and hard.But the embarrassment he had felt at the thought was secondary to therealization that Amy was, in fact, attracted to him in a sexual way!That nipple rub was certainly not something girls did to each other. Hefelt his pussy relaxing, twitching and growing damp as it did, and wasconflicted. How did he feel about all this? He followed Amy into the next class, taking his usual seat while Amytook her own closer to the front. Sam stared at her back, and smelledher scent on the hoodie he wore. He felt his pussy throb and growwarmer, the dampness between his thighs increasing. He may be conflicted, he realized, but his body was not. ***Joe scooted his chair closer, and grimaced as he felt his soft chestbump against the side of the table. He really hated having breasts,they were constantly getting in the way. They were really sensitivetoo, and the constant jostling and bumping kept a low-intensity butconsistent current of pleasure alive in his body. His groin had beenfeeling sticky, moist and warm all morning, and the feeling was justgetting worse.Once again he was appalled at just how horny this body was. The urge toplay with himself kept growing in his mind. It was mixed with theterrible fear that he would be pulled into that ghostly pre-life thatthe vicious cunt that Joe thought as girl-Joe had lived in. Was hesimply delaying the inevitable? There was some relief in the thoughtthat having sex with a man utterly disgusted him.(Did it?)The dream he had that morning haunted him. Was he really as averse toit as he thought? An icicle of fear stabbed him, and he quickly turnedback to the computer screen, which was another source of frustration.The writing pad next to his manicured hand only contained a few, vaguenotes. ***Darren and Sam pulled books out of their lockers, getting ready for thelast class of the day, when Sam felt the call of nature. “Take my books in for me, bud.” He said casually, and Darren frowned. “Don’t say ‘bud’. Girls don’t say that to each other!” he whispered,and Sam made a face. “What do they say, then?” “Just don’t say ‘bud’ or ‘buddy’, okay? It sounds weird.””Weirder than three guys being turned into girls because of a magicalcock ring?”Darren stuck his tongue out at him, and Sam rolled his eyes. He set offdown the hallway, and u*********sly stepped into the washroom only tosee two guys pissing into the urinals. Startled, they panicked andyelled at him, struggling to do up their pants. Face flaming, Sam darted out of the washroom, the jeers and laughterfollowing him. He quickly darted into the woman’s washroom. He hadnever been in it before. Curious, he looked around. It was empty, andaside from a different color of paint on the walls, it looked very muchlike the men’s washroom. There was no urinals and one more stall, butthat was it.”Hey Samantha.” Sam jumped. Amy had slipped into the washroom behindhim.”Oh! Hey Amy.””I forgot to tell you earlier. I’ve got to cancel on that homeworkproject this afternoon, my aunt’s slipped and broken her ankle. My dadand I are going to stop by and bring her supper, and do some chores forher.”Sam realized he actually felt disappointed! As nervous as he was aboutit, he had been looking forward to being with her. “Damn, I’m sorry to hear that.””Maybe tomorrow?” Amy asked, hopeful. “Yeah! I… oh. Damn, I forgot. I’m helping Darren pick out a dressfor his date. He’s going on a date with Tony.” Sam stammered, thenrealized that Amy was looking at him curiously, an eyebrow arched. Hementally cursed.”I… damn! I mean Dana, not Darren. I’m helping HER pick out a dress!””Well surely that won’t take all day. Maybe we can meet that evening?You can come over to our house, have supper, and then we can.. work onthe project.” She approached Sam. “Friday night is spaghetti night.” She added witha smile as she drew close. Her eyes went from his face to his breasts.”Um.. yeah! Sure! That sounds great!” Sam said, his voice high-pitched.”Cool. I’ll give you a call, or maybe email you my address.” Samrealized that Amy’s eyes were roving over his body. He backed away,blushing. Amy advanced on him, a predatory look on her face.”What’s the matter Sam? I’m just admiring your body. You have such afine body. I’ve noticed you checking out mine. Do you like what yousee?”Sam’s mouth moved, but he was struck dumb.”I’ve seen the way you look at me Sam. You’re turned on by me! Whatexcites you most, Sam? Is it my breasts? My legs? The way my hipswiggle when I walk?” she purred, her voice suddenly rough with lust.Sam felt his soft ass bump against the wall, and then Amy was on him,whispering in his ear, her warmth and smell surprisingly erotic! “What about me makes you moist, Sam?” she whispered huskily. Sam yelpedas between his legs a hand pressed against his groin. Amy gently rubbedhis pantied mound through the khaki shorts and little bolts of pleasureerupted in Sam’s hips; his pussy twitching wildly.”What’s going on here?” Mrs. Heart walked into the bathroom, lookingdisapprovingly at the two of them. Amy quickly pulled away from Sam and composed herself. “Nothing, Mrs.Heart… Samantha and I were just…dishing.” She turned to Sam, andthere was a wicked gleam in her eye. “We’ll talk later, and I’ll giveyou my address.”She walked out of the bathroom and Sam watched her go, her pert asssexily wiggling inside her pants. Sam knew Amy had put that wiggle infor him!”Don’t you have a class to go to?” Mrs. Heart arched an eyebrow at him.Sam nodded and went to the sink, washing his hands, which weretrembling. In the mirror he saw Mrs. Heart go into a stall, and thenthere was the whisper of a skirt and pantyhose being pulled down. Samsplashed water on his face and looked in the mirror at his cute freckledface. It was pale.Amy excited and scared him. And aroused him. His pussy felt heavy withdesire, and he could feel the female lubrication between his thighs. Hewanted her, but he was terrified. He would have been terrified as aboy. He was doubly so as a girl. He didn’t even know where to beginhandling this.Oh God, he thought miserably as he stared into the confused green eyesin the mirror, please make me a man again. I want my simple life back.Behind him, he heard the sound of a woman urinating.Sam closed his eyes. Please give me strength.***Chapter 7 ***After school Darren and Sam took the school bus, getting off at Joe’shouse. They were quiet, each one consumed by their own thoughts. Theymarched up to Joe’s house and rang the doorbell. There was no response.”What’s up?” Sam and Darren turned and saw Jack come up the path.”Where’s Jo? Didn’t she come on the bus with you?””You mean she’s not here?” Darren asked.Jack frowned. “What do you mean? Didn’t she go to school?””No…” Darren said. Sam bit his lower lip. He had a bad feeling aboutthis.Darren dug out his cell phone, and saw the number of Joe’s cell phone onthe contacts listed as ‘Joanna Maynard’. He called the number.All three of them heard the dim sound of a cell phone ringing through anopen window above.”Shit.” Darren said flatly. There wasn’t much else to say, so afterpromising Jack to call if they saw Joe, they left.”What now?” Darren asked. “Can you think of where Joe might havegone?” “By himself? I don’t have a clue. Should we call the police, orsomething?””That’s a little premature. I’m sure he’ll show up soon. My house iscloser than yours, let’s go there. He’s probably there, waiting forus.” Darren felt fear. Could Joe… have discovered something? He didhave the ring.Sam assented, and together they walked to Darren’s house. To theirsurprise, Joe wasn’t there either. “Well, I can’t think of what to do beyond waiting. Want to come inside?My parents are still at work, and maybe we can talk?””Yeah… talk. Sure.” Whatever happened to video games? But then hesupposed that Darren’s console had evaporated, much like Joe’s car had. Shit, he had really been hoping for something mindless to do. It seemedthat they were getting absolutely nowhere. With anything! Until Joeshowed up, with the ring, they were dead in the water. He felt hisstomach roil. Meeting up with Amy tomorrow was really making himnervous.He shot a glance at Darren. Maybe he could talk to him about Amy. Heneeded to talk to someone, and Darren seemed to have a good handle ongirls, and on being one.They went inside, and Darren got them something to drink. They ploppeddown on Darren’s bed and after some shallow conversation about therespective changes to their rooms after the change, Sam decided to getdown to brass tacks.”I need your help with something, Darren.” “If it’s about breaking the curse, I told you. I need the ring!””No, it’s not that. It’s about… Amy.””What about her?””She wants me to come over on Friday.”Darren smiled. “I bet you’re pretty happy about that! Wow, who wouldhave thought that the first time you get a date with her, it would be asa girl?”Darren saw Sam’s crestfallen face. “I’m k**ding, Sam. I know it’s nota date. I’m just teasing!””Well, that’s just it. I think it really is a date!” Haltingly, Samtold Darren about the note and Amy’s advances. Darren’s eyebrows rosein surprise.”Holy shit, a lesbian? Really? Amy? I’d have never guessed! Shedoesn’t look anything like what I imagined a dyke would look like!She’s not, um…””Butch.””Yeah.” Darren whistled. “This is either really lucky, or reallyunlucky, depending on how much you like her.” Sam rubbed his face, andDarren felt sympathy for his friend. “What are you going to do?””Shit, I don’t know! I mean, I’ve never done it with a girl. Never.What the fuck am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to, you know,satisfy her? It feels like she might want to, you know, do it. But Idon’t have a cock anymore!”A thought came to Darren, and he shivered suddenly, like someone gentlytraced a finger down his neck and his supple back. Did he dare? Hefelt goosebumps erupt on his soft skin, felt his breasts tighten as thenipples erected, and his pussy suddenly felt hot and loose.”Well…” Darren said, his mouth dry, “you could… practice.”Sam looked at him dumbly. “Practice? How the fuck am I supposed to dothat?””You could practice on me. I’m a girl.” Darren said, casting the die.Darren watched as multiple emotions played on Sam’s face. Hope, horror,lust, disgust and fear all passed over his freckled face, almost tooquickly to notice.”…on you?” Sam said faintly. Was Darren serious? He thought aboutAmy, again trying to think what he would do when the time came, andagain drew a blank. The fact was, he didn’t have a clue. There was awhite wall there, and he couldn’t get past it. He had no referenceframe. He was a fish trying to fly.He looked at Darren, who was looking back nervously. He took inDarren’s long, curling black hair, the beautiful olive-skinned body withlithe curves. He felt fear in his belly, and butterflies in hisstomach. His mouth was dry. There was a tightness in his groin, like aspring wound near breaking. “Yes, on me. Look, I’ve never done this before either. I wouldn’t beoffering if you weren’t my best friend.”Sam nodded, still uncertain. But he felt heat rising in his groin,moistness slipping into his slit. “I’m not expecting anything, and neither should you, okay? I’ll justget naked and lie on my bed. You can explore my body, and I’ll tell youwhat feels good and what doesn’t, okay? Maybe that will help with Amy. Think of it as an experiment!””…okay.” Sam said, and watched as Darren pulled off his long-sleevedshirt, exposing his black bra. Were they really doing this? Darrenunclasped the bra with an ease that Sam envied, and his pert, brown-nippled breasts fell out, jiggling slightly on his chest. This wascrazy, Sam thought. But the sight of those perky teats increased theswampy heat in Sam’s groin. Darren pulled down the skirt and tights, and finally peeled off theblack panties. Sam swallowed as he beheld the soft black curls ofDarren’s vulva and below it, the gleaming wet folds of his female sex.Holy shit, Sam thought, dazed; he’s fucking wet. Darren turned to thebed, showing his pert, rounded ass to Sam, and then lay down, looking atSam expectantly. Sam moved to the bed, feeling between his thighs his own femaleexcitement. He paused for a moment, admiring Darren’s body.Tentatively he touched Darren’s stomach, gently rubbing it. It felt sosoft. His hand roamed upwards, and he gently cupped Darren’s breast.Encouraged by Darren’s soft moan, he played with it for a bit, excitedby its warmth, the soft feeling of hot flesh in his hand, the supplenessof it. He wasn’t unfamiliar with it – he had played with his ownbreasts – so he knew he shouldn’t squeeze it too hard, the glands insidethe breast would hurt if he did. Despite having breasts of his own,though, it was very exciting to play with another girl’s teats. Heturned his attention to the brown, erect nipple on top.”Ouch.””Oh! Sorry Darren.””Call me Dana, Sam. My name is Dana.” Darren savoured the name.Darren was fast becoming just a memory.”Don’t pinch so hard. It’s very sensitive.””Oh, okay… maybe this will feel better.” Sam sucked Darren’s erectnipple into his mouth, sucking gently on the teat. Darren moanedloudly, arching his back as pleasure flooded his body. “Keep stroking my body, Sam. It…ohhhh… feels good.” Sam slowlycontinued to kiss and caress Darren’s body, trying to guess what wouldfeel good. “Now kiss my neck… gently. That’s right… lick and suck there. Theback of my neck is so sensitive, try there for a moment… oooooh…yesssss.” Darren cooed as he guided Sam into kissing and stroking hismost sensitive spots. Sam happily obliged, although he was stillnervous, he was enjoying the experience as well. Between his supplethighs his khakis were displaying a small, but spreading, wet spot. “Stroke the sides of my hips… yes, the curve there…oooooh.” Darren, no longer content to be a passive receiver, reached out with hishands and Sam gasped in pleasure as Darren started to knead the danglingmounds of Sam’s breasts beneath his t-shirt. Operating purely oninstinct, he leaned down and kissed Darren, who enthusiasticallyreturned it. They each felt the plump feminine lips of the otherpressing and sliding against each other. Minutes later Sam felt Darren grab his hand and move it lower, and thenSam was feeling soft curls and wet, ridged flesh beneath his fingers.They continued to kiss as Sam gently rubbed Darren’s mound, his fingersquickly becoming coated with Darren’s juices. Sam suddenly realizedthat Darren’s tongue was in his mouth. They slid against each other,and Sam shuddered. His pussy felt like a hot, streaming mess. He couldfeel his juices escaping down through a leg hole to slide down his softthigh. It was so weird to feel wet, hot and achingly empty wherepreviously he had felt hard and urgent. Darren was moaning, and it onlyinflamed Sam’s desire.Sam broke the kiss, and Darren watched his eyes flick down to his pussy.”Go for it” he whispered hoarsely. Sam maneuvered his head down toDarren’s groin, Darren gasping as Sam’s auburn locks brushed against hislower belly.Sam hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. Darren’s pussy was wet, thelabia swollen apart showing the pinkness of the crevice beyond. Aboveit, Sam could see a small, shining bud. Experimentally, he licked itand was shocked when Darren yelped, his back suddenly arching! “Oh! oh oh oh…. Not there, not yet…” Darren moaned, and Sam triedinstead licking the wet folds. Darren moaned loudly and didn’tcomplain, so Sam continued, trying different approaches, exploring withhis tongue and his finger. He found a soft pink hole, oozing cream, andlicked it, enjoying the shuddering of Darren’s body. It must be thevagina, he thought dazedly, and felt his own oozing hole between histhighs throbbing. “Now.. now lick my clit, Sam…” Darren gasped, and Sam obliged. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh that feels so good! Keep doing it! Keep doing it! Ah!AH! AAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Sam felt Darren suddenly grab his hair and pull hishead tight against Darren’s inflamed pussy, and he stuck his tongue intothe cleft as far as he could, wiggling it, as Darren’s moaning suddenlyrose to a shriek! He felt Darren arch his back, his body quivering, andthen he flopped down as he cried out in pleasure! Sam felt Darren’sjuices flowing over his face as the olive-skinned girl rode the orgasm,twitching and moaning on the bed.Sam rose, a mixture of satisfaction, lust and disgust roiling insidehim. He couldn’t belive he had just eaten out his best friend! Hislips and chin shone with Dana’s honey. He looked down at himself, andwas surprised to see his t-shirt pulled up over his breasts, one of thetits hanging out outside the cup, the pink nipple crinkly and erect.His panties were sopping wet with pussy cream, and he could feel ittrickling down one thigh. He started to put his breast back into itscup when he heard Dana say,”What are you doing? No. No, no, no… you’re… not done yet. Liedown.””Uh… I don’t know…” Sam started, but the truth was, he was achingfiercely.”Lie down, Sam.” Sam lay down. Dana leaned over him, her hands busy,and Sam raised his arms, allowing Dana to pull the t-shirt over hishead. He felt his red hair tumble down around his face as Dana expertlyunclasped his bra, releasing the pale, soft mounds on his chest. Samlooked down as Dana unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them off, revealingthe purple panties with their soaked gusset. They quickly joined thebra on the floor.Dana looked down at Sam, who was gazing at her with mingled fear andexpectation. Dana licked her lips, and she dove onto him.***Joe thrust the pad and pencil away from him in frustration. They fellto the ground, and a nearby librarian frowned at him. He scowled back,jerked his hoodie over his head and stalked away, fingering the goldcock ring in his pocket. Nothing! Absolutely nothing! A few half-assed accounts buried deep insome conspiracy sites, clearly written by lunatics, and a bunch offantasies written by people who desperately wanted what he sodesperately needed to rid himself of. He could feel his pussy gently, rythmically tensing. It was sticky andmoist, the urge to have it satisfied… filled with something hard…growing stronger. He had been horny nearly every hour of every daysince becoming a girl, and he was getting so tired of it. He left the library, and started to walk home. A hand pinched andpulled at the yoga pants covering his full behind, plucking the red silkpanties out from between his ass cheeks. As he walked, he pondered in the slow, methodical way that he had. Hecouldn’t find anything concrete on the internet, and a search of the fewbooks the library had on the occult had yielded confusing myth andlittle else. He read about Tiresias, and Circe, and various legends ofshapechanging b**sts and deities, but nowhere did it mention the use ofa sexual aid to do it!His head sank, and he felt his long blonde hair brush his cheeks. Hebit his lip, feeling its feminine softness and plumpness. Sexual aid. That ring had to come from somewhere. It didn’t justmagically appear on the side of the road. Did it? No, he had to drawthe line somewhere. That ring was on the side of the road because…?He chewed on that for a while. It had to be on the side of the trans-canada because someone had thrown it there, most likely from a vehicle. Why would they throw it out, or away? He watched his feet moving, one over the other, his hips swaying and histhighs gently jiggling with each step under the thin stretchy fabric ofthe yoga pants. He stared at his flat crotch.A man wouldn’t have thrown it out. A man would have felt the urge toput it on, and having done so, found himself a woman. He would havekept the ring, as Joe had, and tried to find a cure for the curse. Unless, of course, he had given up as Joe himself felt like doing, andflung it away. But that seemed unlikely. Even a cursory search onlineshowed that there was no shortage of people willing to pay, and pay big,for something like that. Why throw it away?Maybe a woman had gotten it. Joe didn’t know how the ring would affecta natural woman, but he suspected it wouldn’t affect them at all. Thisthing was aimed squarely at men. Why would a woman have a gold cockring to begin with? No, Joe felt a man had thrown it away. He wasalmost sure of it.The dying heat of the day soaked into his body as he walked, the hoodiewas too thick and Joe felt sweat starting to trickle down his suppleback and into the valley between the soft mounds on his chest. Hepulled down the hoodie over his head, and regretted not wearing anythingunderneath it except a bra. If he was still a guy, he would have takenit off and gone home topless. But he was a girl, an annoying,inconvenient girl, and going topless was not something he could doanymore. Yet another item on his ‘cannot-do’ list. So a guy had thrown the cock ring away. Either it had not affected him,which seemed unlikely, or… a new thought came to him, and he tried hisbest to reconstruct the events of the evening from the point where hehad found the cock ring. The cock ring’s effects hadn’t been evident right away… he couldn’tpinpoint exactly when he had gotten his new pussy, but it wasn’timmediately. At least he hadn’t realized it immediately. It had been agood quarter of an hour before he had started noticing a problem. Hisflesh crawled as he remembered the terror of that night. There was more, wasn’t there. But what? Yes. Disgust. He had feltdisgust after putting on the cock ring, or he would have left the thingon longer. It had, after, felt really good. He felt a sharp twinge ofyearning as he thought about how hard he had been, how good it had felt.His pussy twitched. So much better than this constant, aching, wetarousal. He tried to focus. Yes. Disgust. He remembered that fleeting look oneach of his friend’s faces as they had pulled off the cock ring. They,too, had felt that quick stab of revulsion. What would he have done ifhe had been by himself, with nobody nearby to encourage to put it on?He probably would have thrown the ring away. That was it, he was abruptly certain. Somebody, while driving, hadtouched the ring, and felt the incredible urge to put it on hisstiffening cock. Joe tried to imagine someone doing that while driving.Difficult. He had probably stopped by the side of the road and put iton. Feeling the disgust, that someone might have – probably had – flungthe ring out the window and continued on his way.Joe tried to imagine what that must have been like for the driver. Howquickly would he have noticed that his erection was gone? That hiscrotch was flat and curving, moistening and growing hot and wet? Joefelt his own arousal grow as he imagined it, and felt himself growoutright slippery between his legs.What would the driver have done? It didn’t matter. When he hadrealized it, or whether he returned or not to look for the ring, it hadremained there on the side of the road. Waiting for Joe.He wondered if some cosmic entity had put him in its sights.Okay… focus! It was on the other side of the road. The lane leadingout of town. He might have gotten the ring somewhere in town! Butwhere? Joe glanced at the darkening sky. It was too late today, but tomorrowhe would skip school, and visit every single shop he could find thatdealt in sex aids, secondhand items, or curios. He didn’t know if thatunknown driver had bought the thing, found it in his grandma’s attic, orwhat. But it was a lead, slim as it was. Now he just had to getthrough another night as a horny teenage girl.***Sam suddenly arched his back, his pink-nippled mounds quivering as hisface contorted in pleasure. Fireworks burst in his head and a hoarsecry erupted from his feminine lips, and then he was moaning, almostsobbing, as he felt the much-needed release of a female orgasm ripthrough his wide, fertile hips! He was kneeling on the bed, andbetween his thighs Dana was on her back sucking on his labia as Sam rodehis orgasm. He felt his juices flowing as he trembled and sighed. He collapsed onto the bed next to Dana, exhausted. God that had felt sogood. His body has desperately needed that, and now he felt deliciouslyrelaxed, his pussy’s throbbing slowly ebbing. God, he couldn’t believehis first time had been as a girl, with a girl who had once been hismale best friend! He giggled. It was so absurd. Dana got up, hermouth and chin shining with Sam’s juices, and smiled at him.”What’s so funny?””This… just… all this. It’s so weird. I can’t believe we just didthat.””You were excellent, Sam. I mean, well, I think you were excellent. Itsure felt damn good to me! I think Amy’s going to be a very happygirl.”Sam felt happiness and warmth flood him at Dana’s words. “Thank you.” he whispered.Dana stretched, her breasts lifting with the action. Sam admired herbody, and his hand gently caressed his relaxing pussy, a tingle runningthrough him. Really, he thought languidly, was this so bad? To be agirl? He thought, then, that even if he didn’t switch back he couldcope. And perhaps more than cope. He no longer felt that deep, gnawingfear. But the yearning to return to his simpler male life remained.But for now, he enjoyed the afterglow of his orgasm as he lied naked onthe bed with Dana.***Joe turned the corner that led to the street where his home was.Nearby, he saw a small U-haul parked in the driveway where that new guy,Eric, lived. As he approached, he saw a middle-aged man emerge from theU-haul with a stack of boxes. He was followed by Eric. Joe suddenly stopped, his mouth dry. Eric was topless, and sweat beaded his muscular upper body, his musclesstraining as he carried a heavy wooden chest into the house. Joe felthis eyes unwillingly travel over Joe’s hard, masculine body, taking inthe slim hips, long legs, strong muscles and lingering on the bulge inhis rumpled jeans. Joe’s wet pussy rippled in need. His soft, yielding body – so differentfrom the hard masculine one he was admiring – tensed. He felt hisbreasts swelling, the nipples thrusting forward. A terrifying need rosewithin him, threatening to crush the last bastion of his will. Heneeded to go. To leave. Now! But his feet remained rooted.Eric and his father emerged from the house. “That should just about do it! Not bad, not bad! I was hoping to befinished in one day. This calls for a celebration, son! Let’s get apizza!” Eric suddenly noticed the girl he had met earlier, Jo, standing on thesidewalk staring at him. She suddenly blushed, her face flaming, anddemurely lowered her head to stare at the ground. But she didn’t leave.”That’s alright Dad. I think I’ll… stay and unpack.”Eric’s father was a sharp one and his eyes darted to the teenage girlloitering on the sidewalk. “How about I pick us up two larges? Or perhaps two larges and a small?”Eric split a grin. His dad really was the best. “That sounds perfect,Pa!” “I also need to drop off a cheque. So I’ll be awhile.” He winked.”Remember what I taught you about being a gentleman.”Eric’s dad nodded at Jo, and stepped into the cab of the U-haul. With aclatter and a roar, the U-haul hit the road.”Heya, Joanna! We just finished moving in the last of our stuff. Mydad’s going to get some pizzas, would you like to stay and have supper?”Eric asked, fully expecting the snotty girl to stick her nose up andleave. But to his surprise, she slowly nodded.”Pizza… yeah… sure.” she stammered, sounding uncertain. She walkedstiffly up to him and stood there staring. “Um… hey. Why don’t I show you inside?” he said, eager to engage thegorgeous, but weird, blonde girl. He wondered why she was staring sointently at him. He looked down, and realized he was shirtless. Maybeshe was just admiring his pecs, he thought, amused. His last girlfriendhad said he had a really nice body, though it hadn’t stopped her fromdumping him for the track star at his last school. The thought made himwince.He went up to the front door, and opened it for Jo. She walked inside,and Eric’s eyes darted to the soft, bouncing ass that so nicely filledout the yoga pants she was wearing. He felt his cock start to stir, andquickly looked away. He wouldn’t be making any good first impressionswith an erection in his pants!***”I think I need a shower now. Want to join me?” Sam startled awake. Had he been sleeping? Drowsing, for sure. “Sure!”Sam said. What would have seemed abhorrent, almost unthinkable whenthey were guys seemed almost natural as girls. He got off the bed,stretching, feeling the stickiness of drying pussy cream between histhighs. Yes, he thought, a shower would feel good!”Do we have time? When are your parents coming home?””It’s almost five now. So we have a half hour or so.”They enjoyed the hot shower, taking turns in the spray to wash thejuices and sweat off of them. The sight of water glistening on theirsoft curves excited them, and they both felt a warm, tense feelingbetween their legs. “Dana? When did… um… when did you start thinking of yourself as agirl?” Was it right away, or did it just take time?” Sam asked,curious. He was wondering where the sudden acceptance of being female came from. He still didn’t want to stay a girl, as fantastic as the lesbian sexwith Amy promised to be. Inside he still thought of himself as a guywho was simply a lesbian because he retained his attraction to girls.As good as the experience had been, he still wanted to thrust a cockinto Amy, not rub pussies with her. It suddenly occurred to him thatAmy would probably not want him as a guy. The thought saddened him.”I… don’t know.” Dana said. “Just now, I think, was when I finallyembraced my femininity wholly. But I think I was already starting tothink of myself as female the night I got back home from the cinema.You know, the night we found the ring.””Was it a conscious choice?” Sam asked, afraid of the answer.Dana thought for a moment. “Yes… yes it was.”Sam sighed in relief, and Dana continued.”I mean, it felt right. I pretty much didn’t want to go back from thestart. So much so that I didn’t even want to try.” It slipped outbefore Dana realized it.A bar of soap dropped from Sam’s nerveless hands. Dana turned and sawSam staring at her, his green eyes filled with shock.***Joe followed Eric up the stairs, watching his tight ass flex with eachstep. He could feel his honey flowing, soaking his panties; his pussytight and hot. His clit was swollen, he could feel it, a tiny erect budabove his seeping slit, aching, sensitive, begging to be touched. Whywas he here? But he knew. He should be going home. But he couldn’t.”This is my room. Not much to look at, I know.” Eric said, gesturing. Joe saw boxes piled everywhere. The bed was a just a frame, aboxspring, and an uncovered mattress above it. On the bed were moreboxes and a laundry hamper filled with sheets and a blanket.His will broke, suddenly. Good enough, he thought dimly as a roarfilled his ears, drowning out the feeble protestations his male mind wasmaking.”You can almost see the creek from…uh… Jo?” Eric suddenly stammeredas Joe turned him around.”What are you.. oh.” Eric said funnily as Joe snaked his hand into hisjeans and grabbed him. Joe felt the warm, squirming weight of Eric’sballs and rapidly engorging cock in his hand, and in seconds hisfeminine hand was gripping an iron shaft of heat. It pulsed in hishand, each pulse answered by a quiver in his pussy.”Look… I mean… c’mon… this isn’t right…” Eric stammered. Joewished he would shut up. He grabbed one of Eric’s hands and placed iton his breast, while the other continued to hold Eric’s cock within hispants, rubbing the head with its thumb. He felt Eric’s hand squeeze hismammary through the hoodie, and he moaned in pleasure, his pussysuddenly clenching.He pulled Eric, by his cock, closer, and stuck his face into the shallowof Eric’s neck, and breathed deeply. The scent, raw, sweaty and utterlymasculine, overwhelmed him and fanned his female need into an inferno.His hands worked quickly, unbuttoning Eric’s jeans.***”You didn’t… you weren’t…” Sam stammered. “Sam, I…””Oh my god. Joe was right about you.” Sam stepped past Dana out of theshower, feeling Dana’s wet breast slide along her arm. The cool airoutside the shower made his own pink nipples crinkle and erect.”Right about me? What?” Dana cried.”He said you didn’t want to find a way back. He said you wanted to staythe way you were. That you might not want to help us!” Sam said,furious. “You want to stay a girl. I understand that! But you had nointention of helping Joe and I, did you!”Dana was crushed. She wanted to protest, but Sam was right. “…no.” she admitted truthfully. “You BASTARD!” Sam shrieked, yanking open the bathroom door and marchedinto Dana’s room, gathering his clothes from the floor. Dana followed,tears in her eyes. “I… I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I was so happy… I was sure youguys would come around!””Come around? COME AROUND?” Sam whirled on her. “When I think…” hesaid, pulling on his shirt, not bothering with the bra, or even dryingoff. “…that we trusted you! Thought you could undo this!” He yankedthe shirt down. His erect nipples tented the fabric, which damp, clungto Sam’s breasts, molding itself to their form.”How, Sam, HOW?” Dana exploded. “Do I LOOK like a freaking WITCH? Haveyou EVER seen me do magic? Do I look like I’ve got a wand I can twirlto somehow turn you back into a guy?”Sam said nothing, angrily yanking on his panties, still damp with hisjuices, over his glistening hips.”DO I, SAM?” Dana screamed, tears of frustration sliding down hercheeks. “Have you thought of how UNFAIR it is to expect ME to fix allof this?!?” Sam yanked on his khakis and bolted for the stairs.”IT’S NOT EVEN MY FAULT!” Dana shrieked. “Why don’t you go blame Joe! But you should be thanking him instead! You’ve been given a gift, Sam. A GIFT! It’s not curse! It’s the best thing that ever happened in mywhole miserable life!”Sam ignored him, pulling on his sandals.”Look at me!” Dana said, and the furious, despairing quality of hervoice made Sam look up. She was at the top of the stairs, her legsplanted apart, her body straight. Water dripped down, highlighting hercurves and her beauty. Her face was rigid and flushed with anger, butalso proud!”Do I look hideous? Do I look cursed! No! I’m so much better now,Sam! WE BOTH ARE!”Sam opened the front door.”THIS IS A GIFT! WHY CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND-“Sam slammed the door behind him.***Joe turned around and bent over onto the mattress, feeling his breastsflatten within his hoodie. He didn’t want to see this, see himselfgiving himself up like some slut. He squeezed his eyes shut, feelingtears in them. Tears of shame, but also of relief that his urgent needswas going to be met.His yoga pants and the red panties, soaked with his cream, where downaround his ankles. He spread his legs and arched his back to fullyexpose the wet, glistening folds of his sex to Eric. He felt his labiaswelling and parting, and felt cool air on the creaming pink hole of hisvagina. Inside of him was a wet, aching emptiness. Eric looked dazed. He couldn’t believe this was happening. His jeansand boxers had been yanked down by Joe, his cock almost swollen purple. Precum glistened on its tip.”I, uh, we, can’t do this.” he stammered. “I don’t have a rubber.” Joe scowled. “I’m on the pill!” he lied, frantic. “Just get in thereand do me!” he practically shrieked. He yelped as he felt Eric seize his hips, and his cock push against hisslippery folds. Eric pushed his hips forward slowly, and Joe exhaled, ashocked gasp, as he felt his vagina start to spread, Eric’s cock slowlysqueezing into his tight passage! Oh god, that hurt, but felt so incredibly good too! Eric kept pushing, and Joe felt himself spreading to take his manhood,his lubricated inner walls registering every bump, every vein of theerect monster. Just as he thought he couldn’t take any more, he feltEric’s hips press against his, and felt Eric’s ballsack nestled againstthe back of his soft thighs.Both of them panted, feeling something neither of them expected!Joe realized that he felt really good – not just sexually, but he felt..secure! Protected. Like he was surrounded by a castle. It was astrange but very fulfilling feeling. Also, Eric felt good. He felt…right, somehow. His slim hips seemed almost designed to fit into Joe’swide, fertile ones. His height was just enought so that Joe’s headwould fit under his chin, and being taken doggy-style like this meantthat Eric’s head was at just the right height to nibble on his neck andear, which was what he was doing! His arms had released his hips andhad slid underneath his hoodie to grasp Joe’s full, ripe breasts. Hiscock was thick enough to fully fill him but not enough to be painful,and just barely long enough to reach his cervix, but not enough to beatupon it as he started to thrust into Joe!Eric couldn’t believe this girl that he was reaming. She was perfect,almost if she was designed to inflame the core of his being, pressingevery button and lighting up every nerve. He had felt completelypowerless to resist her. If any other girl had done what she had done,he would have been tempted, but also revolted. His father was his rolemodel, and had instilled in him how important it was to respect women -to be chivalrous, and courteous, and realize that women were people too,with complex needs and desires. But he had been also taught to alwaysrespect himself, and how important it was to make good decisions and notlet baser desires tempt him into doing something he would regret later.But this girl… she commanded, and he obeyed. She desired, and hecould do nothing but provide. There was a strange, compellingvulnerability in her eyes that made him want to take up arms against theworld and protect her from all of its ills. Her body felt absolutely right to him – not too soft, not too firm, withcurves that jiggled but weren’t fat, breasts that were full andgenerous with thick nipples that he could feel pressing into his palmsas he kneaded and grasped them. She gave off a scent that impelled himto thrust even harder and deeper into her, the softness of her hair onhis cheek filling him with a powerful, urgent desire to protect her, tobe her knight in shining armor! Her hips were the perfect size forgrabbing, and he did so, releasing her breasts so that he could thrustharder and faster into her.”Uh! Uh! UH!” Joe felt Eric increase his pace, and the wet heat rosewithin him, cresting, and he heard his girlish voice cry out, gasping inpleasure. He felt his vagina grip Eric’s cock strongly, grasping it,kneading it, and heard Eric’s panting increase to a fevered pitch. Hefelt Eric’s arm slide down around his waist, and his eyes shot open ashe felt Eric expertly start tweaking his clit! It was too much!”Uh! AH! AH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”Joe screamed as he felt his pussy clamp down on Eric’s cock, and Joethrashed, his back arching, as he came! His pussy started rippling andthrobbing, sucking on Eric’s cock, as a series of high-pitched yelpsburst from his lips! He saw colors in his head and he nearly passed outfrom the brutal strength of the orgasm.Eric felt Joe’s pussy caressing and squeezing his cock as her suppleflesh thrashed and her cries of pleasure filled the air, and he couldn’trestrain himself anymore! He felts his balls tighten, his penisswelling so hard it was painful, and he yanked hard on Joe’s hips!”Uh…Uh! UH!” Joe felt Eric grunt harshly, pulling hard on Joe’s wide,feminine hips to plant his twitching, pulsing cock as deeply as he couldinside the girl’s willing flesh! His cock swelled, and then it wasjerking, and Joe cried out as he felt the warmth of fierce jets of cumspraying into his cramping, clenching vagina! He sobbed as his femalebody relished the insemination, Eric still grasping him hard to makesure the voluptuous girl received every spurt! He collapsed on top ofJoe, spent, his cock twitching feebly within Joe’s passage. “Oh… oh baby…” Eric gasped, and his hands reached forward, one tograsp and knead a supple tit and the other to stroke Joe’s long hair,but Joe wasn’t having any of it! A tidal wave of mingled rage anddisgust rose inside of him, and appalled with what he had done, helashed out.”GET OFF OF ME!” Joe’s shriek of anger startled Eric, who gaped andstumbled backwards, his softening cock pulling out of Joe with a suckingnoise, dribbles of cum falling from its tip to the floor! He trippedover his pants and some boxes behind him and fell backwards, the back ofhis head striking a heater. Stars erupted in his head and the worlddisappeared in a static hum, and when his senses returned Joanna wasgone! “Shit, shit, shit!” Eric gasped as he got up and struggled to getdressed. His cock was wet with Joanna’s juices, and he could smell thesex in the room. What the hell! What just happened? She had seemed to enjoy it, despitethe terseness of her speech and refusal to indulge in foreplay. But thesex had felt so good, so right, so much better than any fuck he hadbefore. Had it all been an act? Was she rushing to cry ‘****’? Ericfelt fear, a bucket of ice-cold water after the molten heat of theircoupling. But somehow he doubted that. What he didn’t doubt was that he had acted like a colossal jerk. And sohad she! They had both acted like randy immature teens, which, hereflected, was what they were. But he, in particular, felt that he hadlet himself down.He got out a rag and started removing the wet spots of cum from thecarpet of the floor and the mattress, his mind roiling. He wouldapologize to her. It didn’t even occur to him to wonder if they wouldmeet again. He simply knew it would happen. He had felt something – abond, or connection, that he had never felt with a girl before. Karma,Kismet or Fate, he knew they weren’t done yet, and might never be done. He started humming as he cleaned.***Chapter 8***Sam walked towards his home, sullenly staring at the sidewalk and at hisslender feet. He heard a wolf whistle, and looking up, saw two guys,playing basketball in a driveway, staring at his body. “Hey sexy! Love the braless look! Whoo!” one called out, and the otherlaughed.Sam was suddenly aware of his shirt clinging to his unsupported tits,and flushed. He ducked his head and stalked down the sidewalk, his armscrossing and covering his jiggling mounds. Between his legs he couldfeel his sticky, damp panties clinging to his vulva. Any goodwill hehad towards being a girl was completely gone. His fury rose in him again, but had no outlet. Who was he supposed toget angry at? Dana was just a convenient target, and he knew she hadnot deserved it. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but Dana was right.It was utterly ridiculous to have simply expected her to fix it, whetherthat faith was misplaced or not, it was stupid. He had no right to lashout at her like that. Joe may have started the whole mess, but again, nobody had forced Sam toslide that thing on his cock. God, he missed it right now. He really,really missed being a boy right now. His hands, gripping his arms,squeezed, and he winced as his long fingernails dug into sensitive skin.He couldn’t be mad at Joe, he had been at the mercy of the thing fromthe moment he picked it up. None of them had been able to resist it, sowhat did it matter who picked it up first?He should have been strong enough. He could have broken the chain. Hecould have said no. Then Darren would have said no. And then… what? Joe would have been all alone. Darren and Sam would have always thoughtthat Joe was a girl, and the town slut to boot. He would have beenutterly alone. His heart broke for him. He was struggling hard enoughas it was with his two friends in the same boat. Going at it alonewould have been so much worse.Where was Joe? He would give him a call as soon as he got home. Heshivered as the darkness continued to fall, the warm evening air givingway to the cold of the mountain night.***Joe wiped the tears from his face as he rushed home, ripples of motionand the jiggling of his chest reminding him of his hated femininity, butnot so much as the slimy, slippery feeling between his legs. He couldfeel that his female horniness was greatly reduced, but it brought himno comfort. How could he have done that! He had become his worst nightmare. Whatwas next? Treating his mom like shit, buying expensive slutty clothing,or planning who next to fuck? He was so absorbed by his anger and guiltthat he never paused to consider the other feelings he had felt withEric. He reached his house, and noted with surprise that it was dark already. His mom was home, and he could smell her cooking, but he wasn’t hungry. He trudged up the steps to the front door, and checked himself. Theblack yoga pants hid the gleaming spot staining the fabric between hisplump thighs, but he would need to change right away. His mood becameblacker, if that was possible. Would it matter? He was a slut. Whocared if it was obvious? But a tiny voice inside of it insisted, youdo. He opened the door and stepped in.”There you are! Jeez where have you been?” Jack said, bolting up fromthe couch where he had been doing his homework.”Is she home?” Joe saw his mom step out of the kitchen, her facecreased with worry. “Jo, where have you been? The school called andsaid you skipped classes. What’s going on?””Mom, I…” Joe felt tears well in his eyes.”Are you all right, Jo?” His mom asked, and Joe felt the tears slidedown his cheeks. “Oh Jo, Jo.. come here, my little girl” Joe’s mom hugged him, and Joefelt his breasts flatten against his mom’s. Between his legs he feltcum welling out of his vaginal slit, soaking into his panties. Hestarted to sob heavily, pushing his face into his mom’s chest, somethinghe had never been able to do as a burly teenage boy who had stood a handhigher than her.He felt his mom stroking his long blonde hair as his crying grewstronger and he started retching from the poisonous sorrow within him. ***Dana poked morosely at the mashed potatoes on his plate. “What’s the matter Dana?” His mom asked. His dad glanced upwards ather, and resumed eating, but Dana could tell he was listening. Dana hadalways had a good relationship with her parents, but they were alwaysfaintly distant and he had trouble discussing personal matters withthem. Especially now. “Nothing, Mom. I just had an argument with Samantha, güvenilir bahis that’s all.” Hepushed a brussel sprout across the plate. “We’re not friends anymore.” To his surprise, his mom chuckled. “You’re always having arguments withher, dear. And you always make up the next day. That girl’s got atemper, but you’ve never let it phase you before.” “Yeah… but this time’s different.” “Like the last time? Or the time before that?” Her mom sighed. “Weall have faults and flaws, and part of being a friend is being acceptingof that. There’s an old quote – like your friends for their virtues,and love them for their flaws. We all have crosses to bear, Dana.”Dana’s father slyly added “And yours is being devastatingly beautiful,my dear.” Dana rolled her eyes as her mom giggled. She turned back toDana.”Don’t worry so much about it, Dana. I know she’s a good friend, andgood friendships don’t break up just because you quarreled. What wasthe argument about?Dana returned to her plate. “Nothing serious, Mom.” She realized shewas still angry. She hadn’t done anything wrong! But, a small voicewhispered to her, you had been implicit in doing something by doingnothing. You could have told them from the start that you like being agirl and didn’t want to change, or even help them. Then at least theycould have known instead of just waiting for you to magically fixthings.His anger dulled, washed away by sorrow. As wise as his mom was, shedidn’t think Sam or Joe would ever want to speak to her again.***The phone rang, and Joe started. He and his mom had been on the couch,and he had laid his head in his mom’s lap as she gently caressed hishair, and slowly his crying had subsided into dry heaves. He heard Jackanswer the phone.”Jo? It’s Samantha. She wants to talk to you.””Tell her Jo’s not available, Jack.””No Mom, it’s okay.” Joe got up and took the phone from Jack, who waslooking worried at him. He gave him a wan smile, and Jack returned it.”Hello?””Oh thank God!!! For fuck’s sake Joe, where the hell have you been?We’ve…I’ve been worried sick about you!””Oh shit Sam… you won’t fucking believe it… I’ll give you a calllater, okay? “”…okay. Call me. Promise, okay?”Joe promised and hung up. “Sit down, Jo. Jack, a little privacyplease.”Joe gulped as Jack tromped upstairs to his room. He sat down on thecouch and turned to his mom.”Mom, I… I…” I’m a slut? A whore? “I know what’s going on Jo. I know you’ve just had sex.”Jo’s mouth closed with an audible click. How?”I’m not blind, Jo. I know the just-fucked look. I can smell the sexon you. I… I wanted to always have this talk with you, but before,you always pushed me away. But I can see you’re trying, Jo.””Mom, I…” “Shhh. Let me finish. I’m going to talk plainly to you, Jo. Woman towoman, because you are a woman now, and it’s time I treated you likeone, though you will always be my baby girl in my heart.”Joe felt his throat close up. Goddamnit, stop it, stop crying!”I know how powerful it is. The urge. I know, because you get thatfrom me.”What was she talking about?”When I was your age, I was also… randy. I slept around a lot. Notjust because I felt… urges, but also because I didn’t think veryhighly of myself. It got bad, Jo. I had a bad reputation. Bad boyswould sleep with me and throw me away, and I accepted it, because Ibelieved that I was no better.”Jo squirmed, uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure how to handle this.”But then I met your father. At first, I treated him badly. I…Listen, I know this is hard for you. But please listen. I’m tellingyou don’t need to feel guilty for you are!””I’m… I’m a slut, mom!” Joe blurted out. “A SLU—” the word waslost in the sound of the slap that his mom delivered, and he stared ather, shocked.”No woman on this earth is a slut, Joe! That’s an evil, filthy wordthat men and women with no class use to belittle women into believingthey’re worthless. Listen to what I’m trying to say! There’s no reasonwhy you can’t indulge the powerful needs that you have and still haverespect for yourself and your man!”Her words were profound and rocked Joe to his core.”I don’t know who you just had sex with. But there’s no reason youcan’t find a boy to be with, someone who respects you and whom yourespect, so you can love and be loved like men and women are supposedto!””When your father and I met, I treated him like shit, sorry honey, butit’s true! I treated him badly but he always came after me, alwayspursued me, and he treated me with such love and respect that I came tosee that I had value, was a PERSON, just just some fuck toy, and Istarted to realize how poorly I had been treated. It just wasn’t enoughanymore, to sleep with whoever – my soul craved more than a simplesatisfaction of my carnal desires! I gave myself wholly over to yourfather, completely and utterly, and it was wonderful. He satisfied menearly every night, not just in body and in spirit! And when hedied…” tears flowed freely down his mom’s face. “When he died, it was like half the light of the world went out of mylife. If it wasn’t for you and Jack…””Mom…” Joe said, shaking. He never had a clue. Not once that hismom had harbored this side of her, a side that was so clearly mirroredin him. But his heart was anguished. He labored under a double yoke,the tremendous feminine yearning mixed with the horrible realizationthat this wasn’t his life at all, never had been and he was very ill-equipped to deal with its problems.His mom embraced him, their bodies crushing together. Joe felt moretears squeeze out of him. “This boy, your latest… does he treat you with respect?””I… I don’t know.” Joe said, shaking. God! Had he even given Ericthe opportunity? He squeezed his pussy, feeling the sliminess of it.He suddenly felt sick.”Mom.. I.. it’s too much…””We’ve talked enough tonight, Jo. But I’m here for you. And so isJack. You can always talk to me, sweetie.” His mom grabbed kleenex forthem both, and wiped her tears. “We need to discuss.. I hope you’reusing protection.”Protection? It implied something his mind could not grasp. “I… I love you, Mom.” he said, and he headed upstairs. He saw Jack’sdoor close quickly. He didn’t care. His mom’s words, were a smallspark in an ocean of darkness. He had a plan for tomorrow, and it was alife ring that he was desperately clinging to. If it didn’t pan out,then…”I love you too, Jo. Freshen up, and we’ll have supper.”***”Sammy, check it out, I got my answers all right on my test! I got ascratch’n sniff sticker!””Not now, Cherise. I have to make a call.” It was after supper, andSam couldn’t wait anymore. His folks were downstairs watching TV, andafter admiring Cherise’s test he shooed her out of his room. He pickedup his cell and punched the numbers in. Joe answered.”Joe… jeez. Oh man. I don’t know where to begin.””I fucked a guy, Sam.”Sam dropped the cell phone. Cursing, he picked it up. “You what?””Fucked a guy.”What do you say to that? His mouth opened and before he realized he wassaying it, said it.”I fucked Dana.”There was silence. Then, “Come again?” Fuck.”We had sex.” He rushed on. “It was purely accidental. But I foundout…””Wait. How the hell do you have accidental sex?” The girl’s voice onthe other end was both perplexed and annoyed. “How do you even have sexas a girl with another girl? Are you a lesbian now?””Look, never mind, I found out that you were right all along. Dana..””Darren.””Darren doesn’t exist anymore, Joe. It’s just you and me.” The wordsfelt heavy coming out, and he felt his heart sink.”She never had any plans to help us out, Joe. It’s up to us now.””I… may have an idea.” Joe’s voice sounded dull and tinny over thephone.”Great! Let’s hear it.” Sam was worried that Joe might want to talkabout sex, and despite blurting out that he and Dana had done it, hedidn’t want to discuss it. It was embarrassing. His pussy twitchedwith recollection.”…Is Dana there?” “Um, no… Dana and I… we…” Sam sighed. “We argued. It was bad.I left.””Fine.” Joe’s voice was uncaring. “He doesn’t want to go back anyhow. Meet me tomorrow in the town square, by the fountain.””Tomorrow? It’s a school day!” Joe’s voice grew annoyed. “What’s more important to you, Sam, skippinga day of school or getting your dick back?””Touche.” Sam winced.”Two-chay?” Sam smiled. Some things hadn’t changed.”I’ll see you there.””9 am”. Click.Sam stared at the phone. That had been terse. Awkward. Again he feltthat something was terribly wrong, but surrounded by the bedlam of hisown life, he simply couldn’t put his finger on it.***Chapter 9***The day dawned, promising to be scorcher. Only the cool breeze comingdown off the mountain gave any illusion of relief. Sam had dressed as usual, taking a lunch but otherwise leaving his bagbehind, instead placing it, and his fully charged cell phone, into hispurse. He was starting to appreciate its usefulness despite beingoffput by its girliness. But today he was going all-out girly, he reflected as he looked athimself in the mirror. He was wearing a white sleeveless summer dress,his breasts cupped within a plain but supportive bra. White cottonpanties cupped his mound, and the feeling of the skirt around his hipsand legs was both cooling and arousing. He couldn’t say why he pickedthe dress – partly because he felt that it was more cool than shorts anda tight t-shirt, and partly because if this was his last day as a girl,then he might as well go all out and try and experience it fully.The only concession he made was his feet. he put on some sneakersinstead of sandals, as he didn’t know what plan Joe had. If he had oneat all, he frowned.He left the house acting as if he was going to school, but passed theschool bus stop and started to hoof it into town. Slightly less than anhour later he arrived at the fountain in the town square. He checkedthe clock tower that loomed over city hall. He was slightly early.”Well look at you. Should I start calling you Samantha?” Joe looked terrible. His eyes were drawn and looked bloodshot. Hislong blonde hair was tangled, not having been brushed in a while. Hewore a babydoll over his impressive bust, and simple low-cut jeans withsneakers. A backpack was slung over his shoulder.Sam flushed furiously. “Don’t you dare! I just thought… this wouldbe cooler, that’s all!””Cooler. Right.” Joe glanced at the clock tower, and sat down on theedge of the fountain. He pulled out from his backpack a map that hadbeen printed off the internet. Various locations were circled on it.”What’s this?” Sam asked curiously. Joe slowly and haltingly explainedto Sam the conclusions he had formed yesterday. Sam’s face first showedskepticism, followed by a dawning realization and then open admiration.”Joe, you’re a frickin’ genius!” He cried, and hugged him. Both ofthem felt their tits press against each other, and they hastily releasedeach other.Spots of color appeared in Joe’s cheeks. “Thanks Sam.””I can’t believe you came up with that. I always thought Dana was thebrightest of us.””Darren. And stop it, you’re making me blush. I blush so goddamneasily right now.””Right. Okay, where to first?” They took off, and started to make their way across town, checking shopafter shop. ***Dana slammed her locker shut. “Whoa, angry much? What’s up?”Dana looked up to see Sally, one of her new friends from her ‘fixedlife’, looking concerned at her.”Is Tony breaking the date?””No… it’s not that.” Dana frowned, and looked at Sam and Joe’slockers. Where were they? First Joe, and now Sam was skipping school.”We still on for dress shopping?””Yes. Yes! Definitely!””Awesome. Can’t wait! I’ll pick you up after school, I’ve got mybrother’s car. We’ll swing by the mall! Is Samantha joining us?””No. He, er, she.. had to cancel.””Aw, that’s a shame. Oh well. See you later!” Sally skipped down thehall, and Dana looked after her, irritated. He didn’t want to goclothes shopping with Sally. She was nice, and she was certain shewould love giving advice and dishing, but he really wanted to be withSam. And Joe. She realized she missed them both.***Joe and Sam sat on a hill overlooking the lower side of town.”…never a more wretched hive of scum and villainy…” Sam saidsourly, and Joe grunted as he chewed on an apple, his long blonde hairblowing in the breeze. The day, so far, had not been promising. Theyhad checked the more upscale shops first, and while the gold cock ringhad aroused both interest and disgust, nobody had recognized it. Joehad not let anyone handle it, unsure of its effects. Now it was noon. The lower town beckoned. While not a slum, it wasdefinitely seedy, and both Sam and Joe had some reservations aboutentering it. Particularly when clothed in the flesh of defenselessteenage girls. But they didn’t want to leave any stone unturned. Sam frowned. As they had searched the shops for anyone who might havesold the ring to the ‘unknown driver’ as Joe had put it, a flaw in Joe’splan had slowly come to him. The fact was, there was no garuantee thatwhoever sold the ring, if indeed it had been sold at all, knew how toreverse the curse. Or even that the curse existed.Still, a thread was better than no hope at all.They finished their lunch and headed down into the low town.***”That looks fantastic, Dana! You should totally get it!” Dana sighed. Really? Every dress she had tried on had elicited asimilar response. The pile of rejects on the dressing room chair wasgrowing rapidly, and Dana was finding it hard to choose. She put on afrilly black dress with spaghetti straps and checked herself out in themirror. No. Way too much for a first date.”Wow, that’s hot!” Sally whistled. “You look great in it. But Tonymight want you to put out. Are you going to put out?””No! Not on the first date!” The thought made a wet heat wash over hisbody, and Dana felt her heart hammer. Her groin squeezed and becamemoist.”You’re right, that wouldn’t be classy at all. I hear that slut Joannadoesn’t even wait for the first date, she just fucks them before theyeven get a chance to ask her out.” Sally said. “Try on the blue onenext!” she chirped to a shocked Dana.”What did you say?” Dana asked faintly. Her arousal died, violentlyquashed.”The blue one! With the sparkly straps. Try it on next!””No, about Joe.” She said, not caring to use his feminine name.Sally gulped and realized she had made a mistake. She pasted a smileon. “C’mon Dana, everyone knows. She put out for anything with apenis.”Dana stared at her, eyes smoldering. “Get out.””But I…””GET OUT!” “Fine!” Sally bounced up in a huff. “I heard you’re friends withSamantha now, and that she’s friends with that whore! I can’t believeyou’re taking her side over me, your best friend!”Dana watched Sally leave the dressing room, slamming the door behindher. Her? Her best friend? She snorted, a most unladylike snort, thesound thick with amusement. Not likely, you cow, she thought savagely. I’d sooner shop by myself. She piled up the dresses into a hamper andleft. Maybe she’d have better luck elsewhere.***”You wanna learn how it works, cutie?” The pawn shop dealer leered,gold chains glistening around his neck. “Uh, no. I just want to know if you sold it.” Joe said, and Sam lookedat the shopkeep, trying to stop his face from twisting in disgust.”And what if I did?” “You did? Really?” “Yeah. It was part of a lot.” In his pants he felt his cock swelling. Surely one of the little whores would be willing to indulge him! He hadlusted after them as soon as they had gingerly walked into hisestablishment. Snotty, stuck-up girls… no parents either. He stared at the subtle cleavage of the redhead, and nearly drooled overthe large rack on the blonde. Her. He’d make her a real woman.Snotty, stuck-up bitch. If she complained, he’d slap her around some.Women liked it when you got rough with them.”A lot’s when we get, or gather, a bunch of related items. That one waspart of a fancy-shmancy sex chest. You know, like dildos, handcuffs,etc… “”This cock ring was a part of it?””Yeah.” Impertinent, stuck-up bitch. She probably was a slut. She’denjoy this. “Did you put it together?””Nah, bought it off a stranger passing through town. Sold it to anotherstranger passing through.”Joe’s heart felt leaden. “Did you get the name of the man who sold itto you?””Nah. It was some bitch, not a man. She seemed eager to get rid of it,and the price was low, so I bought it, no questions asked.” Sam frownedat the man’s attitude. He didn’t like the way he was leering at Joe atall. “License plate number? Any id at all?””Nope.” The shopkeep walked past them and flipped the open sign.Sam saw Joe’s face crumple completely, leaving behind a blank shell. Hetried to think of what to say to cheer him up, but there was nothing.He realized that he was feeling a crushing sense of disappointment too.Before they even realized it the shopkeep had plucked the ring fromtheir hands. He yanked down his pants and briefs, revealing hairythighs and a pathetically small cock that was erect and pointing. “C’mon here, you slut!” He said, grabbing Joe with one hand as heslipped the cock ring on with the other. “Let me show you how it’sused!”If Sam and Joe had been actual girls, it might have gone differently.Joe might have been ****d while Sam searched desperately for help orcalled 911. But they were teenage boys, practically men, before theyhad changed. Joe punched the man between the eyes with as much force ashis curvy body could produce, while Sam, yelling, grabbed a four ironand swung hard. There was a matted ‘thunk’ as the golf club connectedwith the side of the shopkeep’s head and the shopkeep fell down onto hisgreasy, stubbled face. “Jesus! You okay Joe?” Sam asked, breathing hard, his breasts risingand falling quickly. He felt sweat prickling all over his body.Joe was rubbing his hand. “Yeah.” He said tonelessly. He seemed inshock.”We’d better get the ring back and get out of here before someone elseshows up.””Why bother getting it back? It’s useless.”Sam didn’t argue. He grabbed the pawn dealer’s arm and pulled him over.Both girls gasped in shock! The man’s exposed crotch and upper thighshad changed! His thighs were now brown, soft and thick. A darktriangle of black curls perched above soft brown folds that weregleaming with moisture! Inside his trousers panties had replaced hisbriefs. The rest of him had not changed, but Sam and Joe knew thatwould not be for long. On the floor wehre the shopkeep had falled wasthe gold cock ring, not held by anything now.Sam gingerly picked it up. “Let’s go.” he whispered urgently, andtogether they fled the shop, while behind them, the shopkeep moaned, hisvoice rising higher in pitch as the changes accelerated.***Chapter 10***Sam and Joe started walking back home. Joe was walking slowly, his eyesdull. They reached the small town mall, whose boardwalk overlooked thegorge that held the deep creek whose rushing waters gave the town itsname. There Joe sat down on a bench, and stared into space. Above themthe sky was darkening. “Joe. C’mon. Joe?” Sam pleaded.”Sam?” Sam turned and saw Dana. She had evidently emerged from themall behind them, and was carrying a large bag with the Ambercrombie &Fitch logo. “Oh god… Sam! Joe! It’s so good to see you guys! Listen, I…” Sam flushed and turned away, and Dana stopped, chagrined. But Samspoke, reluctantly, forcing the words out. “Dana… I’m… I’m sorry.” Sam said, staring at the wooden floor ofthe boardwalk. “I… I shouldn’t have said… those things. You’reright. It wasn’t fair to expect you to fix this.”The words were hard to get out. He stared at the boardwalk floor,seeing his feminine legs and feet. Red hair curled down around hisface. He looked up, and saw Dana looking anguished at him.”Sam.. I’m sorry too! I should have said something from the start! ButI was so caught up in the excitement, I… I thought you would be too.It was wrong of me. And I promise to make it up to you. To both ofyou. If this can be fixed – I promise I’ll fix it.”Sam felt a weight lift from his heart, and then grunted as Dana suddenlyhugged him! “Okay, okay! Dana, you’re… ooof… crushing me!” Dana laughed and released him, her slim hands brushing her black curlsback over her shoulder. “I’m just happy. God I’ve missed you two-” She turned to the bench,and stopped in confusion. “Where did Joe go?”Sam looked. Joe had slipped away while they were apologizing andhugging. He was gone!”Oh no. This isn’t good. Shit! Joe! JOE!””What’s going on?” Dana asked, puzzled. “Why did he just leave likethat?”Sam explained what they had done all day, and of their finalconfrontation with the shopkeep, and the devastating impact his wordsand actions had on Joe.Dana’s eyes grew determined. “We have to find him.””Over there!” Sam pointed over Dana’s shoulders, where the dying lightilluminated the golden hair on Joe’s head. He was already far fromthem, walking down the main street towards where the trans-canada andthe railway trestle crossed the gorge.***As Joe had sat on the bench, Sam’s pleas had fallen on deaf ears, Joe’seyes staring into the distance. He had heard Dana, but never registeredher presence. Nothing had seemed to matter anymore. He had saw thedying light gleaming off the railway trestle in the distance, and hadmade up his mind. He had left, not caring to say anything, not evengoodbye.Now the sun had set and darkness was settling over the town. Lights werecoming on, houses filled with warmth, but Joe felt only the coldmountain wind howling through the supports of the railway trestle as hemade his way across it. The sky overhead was starting to fill withfaint, cold stars. The structure shivered, no guardrails to stop anyonefrom falling off of it into the dark waters far below. The trans-canadabridge, just a few meters to the right, whined with an occasional car orgrumbled with a truck.A light came on in the junkyard on the other side of the gorge. Fromwhere Joe was standing, he could see a small figure emerge from it. Itwaved. Joe didn’t wave back.He reached the midpoint of the trestle and looked down. The gorge wallswere steep, dropping at least two hundred feet to the narrow riverbelow. The steep walls were often shadowed during the day, and theturbulent waters had been known to claim lives.Now the waters were dark, a river of night deep in that shadowy canyon. The darkness promised oblivion, and peace. Joe longed for both. Another semi crossed the bridge behind him. He stared down. He triedto think of something, anything, that might alleviate the nightmare ofhis existence. His friends? Would continue on without him. No doubtSam would eventually embrace girlhood as Dana had. His mom and Jack?They had lived with him as a uncaring, sex-starved cunt for years. Hisdisappearance would be a blessing. He thought briefly of his future,and saw nothing but dresses and panties and day after day of struggle torestrain his female urges or worse, indulge in them.Did he have anything to look forward to? His days as a mechanic weregone, never to return. Inexpliably Eric’s face swam in front of him. Furious, he dashed itaway, tears stinging his cheeks. His soul cried out for release. He stepped into the void.Fell.Time crystallized, then shattered. He felt the breath suddenly yankedout of him, and then a man’s voice above him crying out.”Shit shit shit! I’m slipping! OH GOD, ANYONE, PLEASE HELP!”The man’s shouting was answered by female voices further down thetrestle.Joe slowly spun over the abyss. He felt a crushing pain in his chest,and realized that someone had grabbed at him as he had stepped off.Grabbing his shirt would not have stopped him from falling, the fabricwas too thin. But by sheer, dumb luck he had managed to snag the backstrap of his bra as well. The stretchy feminine undergarment was allthat stood between him and the oblivion below. What a pain in the ass the thing was, he thought hysterically. Hecouldn’t even die properly with it.He felt his heart hammering. Everything seemed sharper and more clear,and the world rushed in on him. He took it all in as only someone whohas stepped into death and been yanked back can. He felt warm wetnessin his groin and realized that he had peed his pants.Hands grabbed him, and the abyss receded. A confused babble of voicessurrounded him.”…if I hadn’t seen her from the junkyard…””Jesus, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, what the hell.””Joe? Joe? Joe?””I raced as fast as I could, and barely reached her in time.” That wasEric, Joe realized with surprise.”Oh what the hell, Joe, you stupid fucker, what the hell..” That wasSam, sobbing.”Joe? Are you all right? Joe?” Dana was asking repeatedly, soundingutterly shocked.He looked around. He was on his back on the trestle, and he sat up,trembling. Dana and Eric were looking at him, their faces white. Sam’shead was bowed, and Joe realized he was on his knees sobbing and weaklypunching him on the chest and shoulder. He stopped him, and then heldSam, feeling his wracking sobs. “I… I’m sorry.” It seemed a pitiful thing to say. Eric pulled out a cell phone and started punching numbers in. “NO!” Eric jerked. “No calls! Please don’t call for help. I’m fine, Ireally am!”Dana suddenly snapped. “Fine? FINE? YOU DUMB FUCK, YOU JUST WALKEDOFF A BRIDGE!””What the HELL were you thinking Joe!” Sam suddenly blurted.What could he say to that. Faced with concern of his friends, he feltdeeply ashamed. He suddenly realized what a selfish thing he had triedto do. His looked awkwardly away, anywhere than at their shocked andweeping faces. A large bag that Eric had been carrying was on the trestle, metallicparts spilling out of it where he had dropped it in his haste.”…are those the parts of a clutch from a 1965 Mustang?”Eric stared at her dumbstruck. “A 1967.” he said in a strangled voice. “You know cars?””Used to.””Sounds to me like you still do!” Joe looked at Eric, his words jolting him. “No… I… I don’t do thatanymore.”Dana, furious, walked over and fetched him a sharp one across the cheek.Howling, she ran down the trestle back towards the town.Sam looked at Joe like he had grown a second head. “You moron, can wediscuss the fact that you just TRIED TO KILL YOURSELF?!?”Eric persisted, sensing something in Joe’s words that felt vitally,critically important. “Why don’t you do it anymore.””My car’s gone. My tools are gone. All my stuff is gone.”Eric frowned. “So? Get new ones.”Joe stared at him, thunderstruck.”I got that clutch for my Mustang, because the one I have is broken. Icould use some help putting that one in. It’s the wrong year, but Ithink I can make it work.”Joe saw the plans for an old era Mustang leap into his head. He thoughtabout the differences between the clutches, saw a way it might work.His feminine hands twitched. “I… I’d love to help.”Sam leapt up, crying out something that sounded like ‘shitdumbfuck’ andraced down the trestle after Dana.Eric gave Joe a hand and helped him up. Joe felt his legs quiver andnearly collapsed, but Eric’s strong arms kept him up. He laid his headon Eric’s shoulder. He realized that the death urge had left himcompletely. His life was still a colossal, miserable mess, but now hefelt determination, not despair.”Um.. thanks.” “Oh, no problem. I think it’ll be fun.””No… I meant thanks for saving my life.””Oh… listen… I think we should call an ambulance, or a hospital, orsomething, okay?””No, I’m fine.””Fine people don’t walk off of bridges.””I wasn’t fine then. I’m fine now.” Eric stared doubtfully at him.Joe looked back, flintily.”Can I get a ride home with you?” Eric nodded his assent.***Slowly Eric and Joe made their way across the trestle. Sam and Danawere on a bench nearby, Dana’s head in her hands, sobbinguncontrollably, Sam holding her. Sam cast a furious look at Joe, butJoe ignored him and laid a hand on Dana’s shoulder. “Dana. I’m sorry. Okay? I’m sorry. You too, Sam.” He swallowed.This was hard. “I… had a crisis. Okay? It was… too much. And Ijust…wanted… shit, I don’t know what I want anymore!” Joe felttears in his eyes too.”But I’m grateful. To both of you, and to Eric too. You guys rushed tosave me when I was too selfish to care about you or even myself. Idon’t know how, but I’ll make it up to you.”Sam growled at him. From between Dana’s hands came a tiny voice. “Justdon’t… don’t… do that…ever again. Okay? I… I promise I’ll workon this… I promise!””I promise.” Sam jumped up, face red, fists curled. His auburn hair flared, hisgreen eyes blazing furiously as he moved. Joe saw it coming but didn’tdo anything except clench his jaw. The world suddenly rocked and Joefelt his feet actually lift off the ground as Sam’s uppercut crackedinto his jaw and sent him sprawling onto his back, his large breastsbouncing crazily on his chest.Wow. He had no idea a girl could pack that much power. Joe brushed hislong hair out of his face and rubbed his hairless jaw, wincing, gratefulit wasn’t broken as he watched Sam yelping and clutching his slenderhand. “Oh fuck fuck fuck! I think I just broke my damn hand!”Eric shook his head slowly. “You guys are the weirdest bunch of chicksI’ve ever met.”***Eric drove the three of them home in his father’s sedan, Joe in thefront seat while Sam and Dana shared the back. They rode in silence fora while. Joe looked out the window, pensive, wondering if Dana couldreally succeed where they failed and how to deal with his life if hecouldn’t. Sam just glowered, alternatively staring out the window andat the back of Joe’s head as he rubbed his hand. Dana was looking downat the feminine hands on her lap. She looked up.”Joe… are you really alright?””I am. I… really lost it back there, you know? I so very much wantedto…” he looked at Eric, who was listening. “…go back to the waythings were… I had put all my hopes into it. And when it didn’t panout, I… didn’t think there was anything worth living for.”Sam snorted.”I know. It was selfish of me. I was thinking only of myself. Irealize now that I was wrong, so don’t worry, okay? It’s over. I’m notgoing to do that again. I promised.”Eric dropped Dana off, who gave Joe a hug. Joe returned it. Sam wasdropped off next. He leaned in through the passenger-side window andglared at Joe, his eyes glistening with tears. “Do that again, youdumb, blockheaded shit, and I’ll kill you before you hit the bottom!”he growled in his cute feminine way, and flounced off towards the frontdoor. Joe smiled.The next stop was Joe’s. As the car stopped on front of the house, Joewinced as he saw the figure of his mom at the windows. The front dooropened.”Here.” Eric said quickly, giving him a scrap of paper. “My number.Just call me if you start to feel down, or need to talk, okay?” He looked at her, concern written on his face. Joe took it and smiledat Eric. “I will.”He braced himself, and got out of the car.***Sam returned home. His father was sleeping in the recliner, the glarefrom the TV washing over his face. His mom must be in bed already. Heswitched off the TV and threw a blanket over his dad, and went upstairs.He felt drained. Utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.”Hey s*s. Can I get a tuck-in? I can’t sleep.” Cherise emerged fromher bedroom, rubbing her eyes.”Of course Cherise.” He brought her back to her bed, gave her a hug,and tucked her in. “I missed you today.” Cherise said in the darkness. Sam felt touched. He didn’t understand why exactly, but he felt closer to his littlesister than ever before. Maybe it was a sister-sister thing. He thought about his mom and dad, and how they were all but separatednow. He thought, with sudden insight, that their cold, callous distancetowards each other might be the reason why, growing up, he had been soangry all the time. He had dealt with it by hanging out with hisfriends.Cherise must have been so lonely, he thought suddenly with a stab ofguilt. He stayed with her for a little while, and then closed the bedroom doorbehind him and went to his room. He tossed the purse onto the desk andidly noted that his cell phone was blinking. Whatever, he would checkit out in the morning. Right now he just wanted to sleep.He collapsed onto his bed and was asleep almost instantly.***Joe couldn’t sleep. He stared at the ceiling of his room. The smell offresh paint was still in the air, but that wasn’t what was keeping himawake. Part of it was probably the fierce ache in his abused breasts,the sides of which were already bruising. The other part was the fierceache in his groin, which begged to be touched and filled. And thenthere was the fierce ache in his soul, which cried out for some sort ofresolution.He needed release. His split was tight, and he could feel a tickle inhis hips as juices slowly flowed and coated his vagina. He felt stickyand moist, and knew it was just going to get worse. But he didn’t feellike playing with himself.He had suffered through a long, protracted talk with his mom about sex,protection and what constituted a ‘right guy’. He felt absolutely bone-tired, but sleep refused to come. He craved not just release, butpeace. The thought brought Eric to mind. Was he the ‘right guy’? He wasn’t gay, he told himself, but his body hungered for men. Hecouldn’t change that. So he would have to change the way he thought,instead. He had to think of Eric not as just a guy, but as a person.And as a person, he was pretty cool.The thought was a hard one to accept, and he realized he needed time.But he first needed something else from him.Making up his mind, he rose from his bed and pulled off his pajamas,exposing his voluptuous figure. His slit glistened in the moonlight.Searching through a dresser, he pulled out a silk nightie. He gasped ashe pulled it on, the erotic sensation of silk on his sensitive skinheightening his arousal. His large breasts strained against theconfinement, his nipples erect and tenting the fabric. He wasdefinitely damp between his legs now. He forgoed putting on panties,and pulled on his coat. He dropped his cell phone and Eric’s phonenumber into a coat pocket.Stealthily he left the house. The night air on his bare legs, andparticularly on the hot folds between his legs, made him gasp. Quicklyhe slinked his way across the backyards to Eric’s house. He stoodunderneath Eric’s window. It was dark.He pulled out his cell phone and his feminine fingers danced on thekeypad as he dialed in the number on the paper. Ringing. A light came on in Eric’s room.”Hello?” The voice was sleepy.”It’s me.” “Joanna?” he was instantly alert.”Look outside.” Joe hung up.He saw Eric’s silhouette at the window, and then it opened. “Joanna? Is everything okay?””Yeah. Can I come in?” He felt butterflies in his stomach. His pussyquivered with need. He could feel the folds parting, his juices coatingthe pink petals. A deep feminine feeling, the need to be held andpossessed, rose in him.”Um, yeah! Come around back.”Joe padded around to the back door, and it opened. “Come on in!” Ericwas standing there, naked except for his boxers. Joe felt a shiver runover his body.Joe walked in, and followed Eric back to his room. He closed the door.”What’s up, Joanna?”Joe took off his coat, exposing his near-naked body. His nipples wereerect nubs, spearing the thin fabric of the nightie. From underneaththe hem of the nightie a gleaming drop of pussy cream slid down his softthigh.”No. No, no… this isn’t right, Joanna. Not this time. I don’t wantto hurt you.”Joe suddenly felt ashamed. “Please, Eric, not now. You don’t…understand me.” “I understand that you nearly killed yourself tonight. Would have if Ihadn’t been there. And now you want sex? That’s just not normal, Jo!” This wasn’t fair. Joe saw the iron bar of Eric’s erection outlined inthe boxers he was wearing, and felt his vagina twitch. So close and yetso far! He understood Eric’s reluctance. But nothing about thissituation was normal. There was no ‘normal’ when a boy-turned-girl withissues and a raging sex drive was concerned. How could he make Ericunderstand?”I need you.” Joe said, swallowing. “It’s not just the sex. I… Ifeel, somehow, when I’m with you, like I’m at peace. God I sound sodesperate.”He pressed fists to his eyes, suddenly feeling tired. Just fuck me so Ican sleep. But Eric needed to hear this. He realized he also needed tosay it, for himself. “I don’t want you to think that I’m the kind of girl who sleeps around. I’m not. I know that now. I need someone to center me, Eric. I need arock to cling to. You gave me what I needed yesterday. You saved mefrom myself tonight.”Eric waited as Joe tried to figure out what to say next. “This is goingto sound awfully weird, but will you be my boyfriend?”Eric laughed, but sobered quickly when he saw the open, serious look onJoe’s face. “Your boyfriend?” Joe nodded. Eric paused for a moment, and said, “I’d love to be yourboyfriend, on one condition.”Joe frowned. “What?””I want you to get help, Jo. You’re hurting, anyone can see that. Youneed to see a counselor, or a ther****t, or someone who can help you.””Eric, put a wrench in my hands and that will be all the therapy I’llneed.”Eric seemed doubtful. “Look, I promise I’ll get help if you don’t see me improving, okay?Just give me a week. Or even just a couple of days.””…alright.” He smiled. “Your boyfriend, huh? I like the sound ofthat.””Yes. And I’m your… girlfriend.” God, he never thought he wouldever, in all his life, utter those words. He walked over to where Ericwas and pulled him to his bed. Eric went reluctantly.”Okay, but no sex, okay? Not on the first night.” Eric said.Joe pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. “No, no sex. What kind of girl do you think I am?” Joe tugged downEric’s boxers and his cock sprang free. It was as thick as Joeremembered and the sight of it made his pussy throb. He grabbed it,relishing the weight and heat of it.”Good. I don’t want you to think I don’t respect you.” Eric said asJoe straddled him, hiking up his nightie around his hips.”That’s right.” Joe said, lowering himself. “A relationship should bebuilt on a… uuuuuh… foundation of -ah- respect and trust.” Ericraised his hips, and the remainder of his cock slid heavily into Joe’spussy. Joe yelped with the sudden pleasure as his pussy was completelyfilled. His clit tingled and his pussy started to cramp.”Yes. And…uh… having sex on the… oh… first day impliesthat…oh… our relationship is just…ah…physical.” Eric grunted asJoe started to move his hips, riding his cock. Joe didn’t bother answering. His soft moaning quickly gave way tobreathless cries as he moved his body over Eric’s, taking his pleasurefrom him! Eric reached up and started to knead and grope his generoustits, and Joe yelped softly in pain. Understanding, Eric insteadstarted tweaking his nipples.Joe ground his clit against Eric’s crotch. The combination of feelingspushed him over the edge, and he groaned, a deep, soulful sound, asevery nerve ending in his body was electrified, his vagina clenchinghard, only to release in a thumping, flexing series of spasms! Colorsburst again into his head and fireworks into his heart, and in thatmoment he felt like a corner had been turned, a door opened, a flight ofdoves set free. He felt his consciousness turn in on itself and emergechanged, and in that moment, accepted that he was a she, a girl, reborn.Jo felt Eric suddenly groan too, grabbing her shaking hips. Sherelished the feeling of possession, grinding her hips against Eric’s,feeling her pussy cream seeping out of her and onto Eric’s body asEric’s cock swelled in her, and then it was jerking, pulsing. Jo moanedas she felt warmth within her as her canal was filled with rope afterrope of Eric’s thick jism.She gasped and panted, falling forward onto Eric’s chest, feeling herbreasts squash under her. The remained coupled for a minute, Joenjoying the gentle feeling of Eric’s cock softening within her, of hisjuices, mixed with hers, slowly seeping out of her sated pussy. “I’m glad we set that straight.” Eric said, gasping. “Yes.” Jo agreed. “Maybe in a couple of weeks we can try having sex.You know, take it slow. Not rush into things.””You’re right. No need to rush in. We haven’t even kissed yet.” She felt rough stubble on her cheek and turned towards it, their lipsmeeting. They kissed. It wasn’t revolting. It tasted sweet.Together, they fell asleep.****tap*Sam murmured, and shifted on the bed.*tap*”Uh…” Sam heard a girl moan, and realized it was him. He looked athis alarm clock. It was nearly two am.*tap*”Huwhu?” He got up, feeling his breasts shifting on his chest. Herubbed his eyes blearily, feeling long, tangled red hair falling downaround his face.*tap*Sam walked to the window and looked out, and was startled when a smallpebble bounced off of it. He looked down and saw a dim figure in theyard. He opened the windows.”Who’s there?””I was going to wait until tomorrow, Samantha. But I couldn’t sleep. Ihad to know.” The voice was low and thick with emotion. It was Amy.”Amy? What’s going on?””That’s what I would like to know. I’ve made my intentions clear toyou, Samantha. But all I’m getting is mixed signals from you. You sayyou’re interested, or at least you don’t reject me, but you keep puttingme off and you fucking left me hanging tonight.”Sam looked guiltily at the blinking cell phone on his desk.”I was so embarrassed when I told my parents that you were coming over,and then you never showed. So I want to know, Samantha. Just tell meplainly, since I’m apparently too thick to pick up anything else. Doyou want me as a girlfriend or not?””I do! I really do! I…” he was stunned as he watched Amy suddenlyclimb the tree next to his house, her athlete’s body easily carrying herfrom trunk to branch to roof. He was suddenly aware of how un-boyishand unathletic his own curvy body was. Not as voluptuous as Joe’s, butnowhere near the lithe body that Amy, or for that matter, Dana,possessed. She was suddenly at the window. Sam, unnerved, stepped back and sheslid in, her eyes gleaming in the darkness, intent on him. Amy’sintenseness intimidated him. And aroused him.”Really, Samantha?” Amy asked. Her voice was hoarse, and Sam saw thatshe was on the edge of tears. “Do you want me? Really desire me?Don’t lie, please don’t lie. Just say yes or no. If you say no, Ipromise I’ll leave, I won’t make a scene, and I’ll never bother youagain.””Y-yes!””I’m so glad.” He saw Amy rub her eyes in the dim light of the room,but then they were on her again, intense. Sam realized he was shaking. He nervously smoothed the dress he was wearing. His panties were damp.”Do you usually sleep in your clothes?””N-No!” “Well take them off then. Don’t worry, I won’t peek.” Amy turned,facing away. Sam shakingly pulled his dress off. Without evenrealizing it, he undid his bra from the back, and then quickly pulled onhis pajamas. “Okay.” Amy turned around. “I’ve got to get back, but it’s cold outside. I’m cold. Can I warm upin your bed?””S-sure.” Sam crawled into bed. He saw Amy pull off her hoodie andtake off her sweatpants, and then she crawled into bed with him. “Can I hold you? It will help me warm up.” Amy asked. Sam gulped. Without waiting for an answer Amy spooned him. Sam felt her smallbreasts, unrestrained and unneeding of any bra, press into his back.Sam felt one hand circle his belly. The other hand circled his chestand gently cupped one of his soft, plump breasts. He gasped softly.”What?”N-nothing!” Sam felt the slick folds between his legs twitching.They remained spooned for a minute, and then Sam gasped again as Amystarted pinching and pulling the pink nipple atop his breast through hispajamas.”What?” The voice held amusement, now.”Nothing!” Sam felt each tweak shoot a little bolt of pleasure directlyinto the base of his spine. His pussy felt raw and itchy, and he wasvery wet. He ached so badly it hurt.The tweaking continued for a little while, and Sam suddenly felt atickle as his honey escaped his soaked panties, trickling down the backof his supple thigh. He shifted his legs, and Amy suddenly thrust oneof her own legs between them, putting pressure on his crotch with herthigh. Sam gasped as his pussy clenched wetly.”What?””Nothing!” Sam said, starting to enjoy the game. He started moving hiships gently, rubbing his heated groin on Amy’s bare leg. His juicescontinued to flow, and soon he was smearing his pussy cream on Amy’snaked, athletic thigh through the soaked crotch of his pajamas. A pressure was building inside of him.Sam felt Amy’s hand leave his belly, which it had been stroking, andslide into his pajamas and underneath his panties. It started playingwith the soft auburn curls above his dripping slit.Sam’s hips moved more urgently. The pressure grew. Amy’s hand dipped lower, and fingers discovered the tiny swollen bud ofhis clit. They started to rub.Sam gasped, panting, as a wet heat crested in his hips.”What?””NnnoothiiiiiiIIII—MMMF!!!” Sam felt his gasping start to becomeuncontrollable, and as the pleasure broke in his hips he grabbed hispillow and screamed his ecstacy into it! Amy released his swollen,tingling bud and Sam bucked his hips, pressing his quivering folds hardagainst Amy’s thigh as his canal thumped and flexed with a girl’sspasming, creaming orgasm!The climax crashed hard into Sam and it was minutes before he could seestraight again, or form a coherent thought. When he could he could hearAmy gasping besides him as she pleasured herself. He turned to her.”No.” “No what?””No this.” Sam gently took Amy’s hand off away from her groin. Hestarted licking the erect nub capping the small mound of her breast.Amy gasped and arched her back, and Sam smelled her excitement waftingup from her shaved pussy. His hand slowly descended to her groin andstarted to rub, a finger slipping into her tight slit. Amy gaspedagain, shaking, and Sam covered her gasp with a kiss. He slowly moveddown, his long red hair trailing over Amy’s soft skin, making hershiver, and then he was between her legs, licking her slick folds andsucking on her erect bud. Minutes later the pillow got used again asAmy shrieked into it, Sam feeling her juices flow as his tongue darted,licking her creaming wet hole while his hand rubbed and plucked at herclit.The two of them relaxed then. Sam pulled off his soiled pajamas andpanties and lay naked with Amy in the bed, each of them enjoying thefeeling of the other’s soft, curvy body pressed against their own. They started to talk. It was easy, free-flowing, and deep, and Samstarted to learn more about the sexy, intelligent but often self-doubting and cynical girl next to him. There was a gap in the conversation, and Sam looked at the ceiling. “Amy… have you always been a lesbian? Was there ever a time when youwere attracted to guys?”Amy snuggled into the crook of Sam’s arm, her hand idly playing with athick pink nipple on Sam’s breast.”No… I pretty much always knew. Growing up, it was so hard, because Iliked playing with the boys and not the girls, and when I started todevelop, that stopped. The boys would look at me funny, and the thingsthe girls did didn’t interest me. So I was really lonely, and Icouldn’t figure out what was wrong with me.””I read lots, and I learned that girls could be with girls too, andoften were in ancient days. I started feeling hot and bothered everytime I went into the girl’s locker room at school.” Amy winced as the memory of a girl taunting her and calling her a dyke. It still hurt. She continued to play with Samantha’s nipple, enjoyingher warmth, her smell, the closeness of her.”At first I thought it was natural, but girls can be so hurtful. Aftermy first attempt turned into a disaster, I started looking more closelyat the other girls my age. I didn’t like what I saw, Sam. They can beso mean, so hurtful. And so many of them take pride in being dumb.”Sam turned and looked at her, hearing the hurt, the loneliness in hervoice. His green eyes were full of sympathy and he saw Amy’s brown eyeswelling with tears.”So when I saw you that day in the cafeteria, protecting your friend -one day, Sam, you’ll have to tell me how you came to be friends withJoanna – I knew you were different. I don’t know why I’ve never seenyou before, really seen you. I saw you in class, answering questionsthat not even some of the smarter guys could answer, I knew you weren’tjust a good friend, but bright too. It made me feel warm inside, and Istarted yearning for you. And I thought, here’s someone like me,someone whom I can confide in, be friends with… be lovers with.”Sam was touched by Amy’s confession. But he just had to know.”Amy… if I was a guy, would you… have shown any interest in me.”Amy sat up, worried by the sudden tangent. She peered at him in thepiercing manner that she had. A sudden, gnawing fear ate at her. ThatSam wasn’t taking this seriously, that it was just an experiment forher. “No.” She said flatly. “I’m not interested in guys, Sam. I’m alesbian, not bi. Is this some sort of experiment to you? Because I’mnot interested in being a guinea pig for your sexual exploration.””What? No! No, it’s not that at all! I want you, Amy! I’ve wantedyou for so long.””Good.” Amy wiped her tears away. “I’m exhausted. That was hard.Tomorrow it will be your turn. I want to hear everything about how itwas for you growing up, when you realized you liked girls… how youdealt with that, okay?”Amy lay down next to Sam, and she threw one arm across Sam’s breasts andthe other around his head, and pulled him tight. Soon Sam heard Amy’sbreathing become deep and rythmic and realized she had fallen asleep.Sam couldn’t sleep. He gently caressed Amy’s plaited, beaded hair. Okay Sam, he thought. It’s put up or shut up time. What’s it going tobe?He was a traveler in the Land of Girls. Did he want to become apermanent resident? It was a treacherous land, filled with hazards andpitfalls, a far more difficult land to live in than the plains andgentle sloping hills of his own land. But also more interesting, andmore beautiful. The city of Amy lay here, beautiful, complex, promisingwonder and new experiences at every corner. But it was an intimidatingplace for the new visitor.Did he want to remain here? Sure there was the City, and the river ofFantastic Female Orgasms that he loved to bathe in, and the littlevillage of Cherise that he would like to visit more often. But it wasnot easy living in the Land of Girls. There was was the monthlyavalanche from the Mountain of Menses, the thick, clinging thickets ofExpected Gender Roles, the harsh hills of Girlish Inconvenience, and ofcourse, in the distance, the stormy, turbulent and frightening Sea ofPotential Motherhood. And as an added bonus, every closet was filledwith girl’s clothing.He continued to stroke Amy’s hair, and gazed upon her face in thegrowing light of the dawn. She really was beautiful, he thought, hisheart seizing with emotion. Whatever decision he made, he would have tomake with all his heart. And one of the choices he could only make witha half of one. She made up her mind.It was nearly dawn when Amy slipped off to return home, and with toolittle time to sleep anymore, Sam watched the sun rise. The raysoutlined her face, her green eyes luminous, her red hair blazing. Itwas Saturday. She licked her lips, tasting Amy on them, and marveled atthe utterly strange past couple of days. Had it really only been fourdays since she had become a girl?She started, suddenly realizing that without realizing it she hadthought of herself, fully and completely, as a girl. The thought shouldhave disturbed her, but didn’t. She had made her decision. There wasno going back. And there was no reason to.***Dana was also watching the sun rise. She had been unable to sleep,feeling tormented about her role in the near-death of her friend, andanxious about what to do next. She glanced at the cursed cock ring onher bed. It glowed gold in the new light of the day. She had spent thenight applying her considerable computing skills to searching theinternet, not just the web but databases as well, sifting througheverything she could find, filtering the sand again and again untilfinally a single, small nugget revealed itself. A possible end to thecurse. It wasn’t much, but it was something. She suddenly realized that she had almost forgotten about her date withTony. On the heels of that she cursed as she realized she had left anexpensive dress on the boardwalk of the mall. Her cell phone rang.”Hello?””Hey Dana.” “Joe! …how are you doing? Are you okay?” Dana asked.”I’m okay. No… I’m better than okay. I’m fine, Dana. Listen..””No, me first, I think-“”I wanted to apologize to you. At first I just thought you would fixthings. Then I was mad at you because you didn’t want to change back.The I was furious because I thought you weren’t even trying to help Samand I.””Joe, I…””Let me finish. I’m just calling to ask you to forgive me. I was wrongto expect you to just be able to fix things. And truthfully, I nolonger want you to try.””I…what?””I’ve come to accept the new me. I’ve still got a ways to go – I’m notsure I will ever get completely used to this pussy business – but youknow what, screw it. I… I’ve found someone, Dana.” “Eric?””Yeah, Eric. I’m… I’m not lonely anymore. And… I’m happy to haveyou and Sam as friends. You’re a good friend, Dana. I… I didn’t seethat before, and I’m ashamed of it. Your happiness – and Sam’s – doesmean something to me, and I want you to be happy, Dana. Right now, I’mcontent, and I think I might be happy in time.””I… I don’t know what to say. I’m just glad you’re all right – thatyou’re feeling better. Sam and I were really concerned for you.””You and Sam were there for me, and I wasn’t. I was a jerk. Pleaseforgive me.””It’s okay, Joe. We both made mistakes. I’ll forgive you if youforgive me.” “Done. Now enough of this mushy business. I’ll see you at school onMonday, okay?””See you.” Dana hung up with a smile. She grabbed the sheaf of notes,search results, address locations and plans, and dumped them in therecycling bin with a song in her heart. She picked up the gold cock ring. “I owe you so much.” she whispered.A devilish grin grew on her face. “And I know exactly what to do withyou.”***”Wow.” Eric wiped the sweat from his eyes. “That was tough. I don’tthink I could have done it without your help, Jo.” He gazed insatisfaction at the Mustang, which now sported a working clutch.Jo smiled as she wiped her hands on a rag. She was wearing Eric’s sparejumpsuit, which was too tight on the hips and the bust and too long onthe legs and arms, but Jo didn’t mind. She was happy, so happy, to bedoing what she loved. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a bandanna,and her soft, downy face was covered with sweat.She had somehow assumed that because her car, tools and manualsdisappeared, that being a mechanic had somehow become an impossibility. But she still had all the knowledge she had acquired in her prior life,and the moment she had hefted a wrench she knew, suddenly knew, thatabsolutely nothing had changed in that respect. She had helped Ericinstall the clutch, and now savored the satisfaction of their work likea cold drink after a week spent in the desert.”It was my pleasure.” She beamed. Eric grinned at her, and Jo feltheat rise in her groin. My field will need plowing soon, she thought asshe felt her pussy growing moist. She felt the sudden feeling of shameand guilt, and hastily squashed it. She recognized those feelings forwhat they were now – irrelevant, and unworthy of her. Being a girl hadstarted out as an utter nightmare and had almost destroyed her. It hadbeen a huge adjustment, but she felt like the worst was behind her.Life was tolerable, and she felt like with some more adjustment, itcould be more than that.She felt a touch on her shoulder and she looked up at Eric’s handsomeface. He looked at her, concerned.”Are you okay, Jo? You had a strange look on your face just now.””I was just thinking.” she said. She raised a hand, pauseduncertainly, and then stroked his cheek. Yes, she thought, she stillhad a lot to learn. “I was really worried for you yesterday. It’s funny, we’ve just met butI feel like I’ve known you all my life. The thought of being withoutyou…”The hurt on Eric’s face touched her. “Hold me.” she said, and he did. She felt his arms around her, and again that blanket of peace andsecurity enfolded her. He felt so good, so right. She didn’t know ifthis was love, if love would come later or if this feeling ofcontentment and peace, this deep need for him, was already love. But they had time. She would figure it out.”I don’t think you need to worry, Eric. I don’t think I can be withoutyou either.”***Dana stood against the railing of the boardwalk for a moment, enjoyingthe cool wind of the night after the stuffiness of the cinema. Tonystood next to her.It had been a passable first date so far, Dana reflected. Therestaurant had been nice, though the conversation had been a bit forcedand stilted. The movie they had watched as been insipid, but Dana hadenjoyed the feeling of Tony’s arm around her shoulders. He was a niceguy, and nice guys were rare. But Tony had some growing up to do. Danareally couldn’t see this going anywhere in the short term, and in thelong term she had plans. She felt him squeeze her hand, and pulled itaway.”Tony, what are your plans for after High School?”Tony looked at her. “I don’t know yet. My Dad says he’s got a summerjob lined up for me.””And then what?”Tony paused, unsure. “What’s with the second degree, Dana?” he askeddefensively.”I’m going away to university after high school.” Tony looked at her, and then away across the gorge.”I… didn’t realize.” “I want to become a computer scientist. It’s been a passion of mine forwhile. I figure four, maybe five years, and then a career.”Tony looked downcast. “I guess this has been a waste of time, then.””No, not really. I had a good time. And you’re a nice guy, Tony.”Tony looked crushed. Dana looked at him carefully. How he handled thiswould pretty much decide if they had a small chance together, or none atall.To his credit, Tony swallowed his disappointment and anger and repliedin a level voice. “You gotta do what makes you happy.” Dana smiled. “I like you, Tony. There’s something inside you thatappeals to me. But you feel too rough, too unfinished.”Tony frowned at her, not understanding.”You know, this doesn’t have to be a final goodbye. You’re a nice guy,and bright. Why don’t you go to university too? And then later, whenwe’ve both had a chance to spread our wings and work on our careers, youcan try seeking me out.”Tony mumbled, “You really think that’s going to work? I want to be withyou now.””You are with me now. And then later, we can get to know each otheragain.””What if you find someone else? Or I do?””Then c’est la vie. That’s life. We’re either meant to be together, ornot. I’ve recently become a big believer in the power of Fate, Tony.I’m in no rush. Let’s enjoy the now, and hope for the future, and havefaith that things will work out the way they were meant to be.”Dana slipped her arm around Tony’s waist. “Think about it.” shewhispered. “And in the meantime, here’s a litte something for you toremember me by.”Her hand started rubbing at Tony’s crotch. Tony moaned, and Dana felt ahard lump form under her hand. She felt her heart start to race, whilea warm, moist feeling grew in her mound.Tony stood still for a moment, and then turned and crushed Dana in ahug, his lips urgently seeking hers. Dana moaned as they embraced, andfelt Tony’s hand on her curving behind, squeezing the soft flesh. Herslit tensed, the heat rising in her. She broke the kiss and gasped,realizing Tony was returning the favour, gently rubbing her pantiedmound through her dress. Her pussy rippled and Dana felt herselflubricating in earnest.”Not here… not here…” Dana whispered hoarsely to Tony, and broke hisembrace. He stared at her, wild-eyed, his need obvious in the bar ofsteel protruding his pants. She grabbed his hand and led him into thepark, feeling the slippery, sliding feeling between her legs of a womaneager to be fucked. Dana enjoyed the sensation, the feeling ofapprehension and rising heat, her breasts becoming firm in the satincups of her bra, the sweat prickling her lower back. She ached with theneed to be filled.They found a secluded spot behind one of the park trees, where city halland another building formed a corner. Dana turned and saw him struggleto open a condom packet. “You don’t need that, I’m on the pill.” She had started almostimmediately after she had become a girl, finding them and a printedschedule labeled in her neat hand among his other items in the bathroom.She was glad – she wanted to experience the unique female experience ofhaving a man’s cum shoot into her.Tony growled and ripped at her dress, and in the semi-darkness she sawbuttons fly. I’m glad I didn’t wear that expensive dress, he thoughtdimly as Tony ripped up her bra and started roughly kissing and gropingher breasts. She frowned slightly. He really did have a lot to learn, she thought.He was like a c***d, rough and uncaring of his toys. So very differentfrom Sam and his careful, and considerate exploration. But there was athrill in being manhandled so roughly, in being taken by a inexperiencedbut enthusiastic and lustful teenage boy. Dana realized her dress had been yanked up over her hips, exposing herpurple satin panties and the dark spot gleaming on them. Her handsunbuckled Tony’s belt and pants while he panted, biting and licking ather neck. His rod sprang free, and he gasped as she grabbed it. Hishands yanked down her panties, exposing her wet, heated folds. Sheguided the member home.Dana gasped as she felt the head of Tony’s cock push against the soft,wet flesh of her crotch. She felt the very unmasculine sensation oflabia being spread, and then she felt the head rest against the soft,wet hole of her vagina.”Do it” she whispered urgently, and Tony, needing no other urging,pushed his hips forward. Dana gasped as the pressure mounted, and thenwith a shocked ‘OH!’ he felt Tony’s cock suddenly burst painfullythrough a barrier within her to slide in, opening her up in ways no mancould ever be opened. But she wasn’t a man, she was a woman now… awoman! She realized that he must have broken her hymen, and relishedthe feeling of her virginity being taken away from her. She sighed contentedly as she felt the man fill her up, his membersliding deeply within her until she felt the soft weight of his ballsnestled below her throbbing pussy. He thrust into her then, awkwardly,with all the vigorous but uncertain urgency of youth, and she cried out,holding on tight to him. He buried his face in her hair, breathingdeeply, and then kissed and bit her neck again.”Oh! Oh! Oh!” She cried out, feeling him suddenly pick her up and slamher against the tree his thrusts growing powerful and urgent. Herlubricated passage kneaded and stroked the urgent b**st within her,cramping and growing tense as she felt the growing feminine urge of anincipient orgasm within her.”Uh! Uh! Uh!” Tony cried out, slamming hard into her, Dana’s brownfolds stroking and lubricating his member, and he slammed one last timeagainst her, planting his cock deeply into the girl as he felt his ballstighten. Cum surged from his balls into his shaft, and he groanedloudly as his male seed sprayed into Dana’s fertile depths. Dana’s legs suddenly scissored behind Tony and she nearly broke his backas her back violently arched, a high pitched yelp bursting from herpainted lips as her pussy clamped down, then shook and sucked on thespurting cock. Dana pulled Tony close as hard as possible, grinding herclit against his groin as her belly drank his seed.Slowly they relaxed, and Tony pulled out of Dana with a sucking sound.She could barely stand, her legs trembled as her pussy throbbed weakly,cum welling up and dripping down between her legs.God that had felt so good. She was a little ashamed for putting out soeasily, so she had so wanted that cherry popped in the worst way. Shesighed contently, and was amused to see the dazed expression on Tony’sface. I did that, she thought happily, glad he had spent himself sofiercely in her. I really like him, she thought. I hope he can makesomething of himself. “Oh… Oh man.. That was fucking something else!” Tony finally gasped.Dana smiled. “Let’s walk on the boardwalk. And then you can take me home.” Shepulled up her panties, the gusset starting to soak up the cum. She feltthe sliminess of a sated pussy between her legs, and relished it. Itwas just so… female!Tony did himself up, and holding hands, they stepped out of the park andwalked along the boardwalk. Tony broke the silence.”I’m really going to miss you.””Then remember what I said. And don’t be afraid to experiment. When wemeet up again, I expect you to be experienced.”Tony laughed. Dana was the most unusual girl he had ever met. “Yesma’am!”They walked a bit more, talking and gazing at the stars, enjoying thebittersweet encounter and Dana felt a deep sense of happiness andsatisfaction wash over her. The stars were right, and so was she, andso was the world.***Epilogue***Monday.Dana walked into class, looked around, and smiled. She walked over towhere Mike Kowalski was sitting. There was still some five minutes leftbefore class. Time enough. Both Jo and Samantha had picked good spotswhere they could see Mike without being obvious, and they grinned ather, eager to watch events unfold. “Hey Mike.” Mike looked up, and grunted. “Whaddya want, Dana?” “I overheard Sue saying she was looking for you.” Dana casuallyshrugged. “I just thought you should know.” Mike suddenly perked up, and got up, walking to where Sue was sitting.Dana quickly dropped the gold cock ring into Mike’s book back, and thentook a seat to the front and the side, where she could surreptitiouslyobserve him. “She didn’t want to see me at all.” Mike grunted at him, resentful, ashe made his way back to his seat. “Whoops.” Dana said, suppressing a smile. She watched Mike sit down andstart pulling books out of his book bag. A slow, surprised look crossedhis face as he pulled out the gold cock ring. Dana saw the ring’sinfluence start to work, as a bulge slowly grew between his legs. Mikekept shifting, looking uncomfortable, and with a quick look at the wallclock he left the room, his erection obvious, his hand curled around thering. Dana, Jo and Samantha exchanged delighted grins. Dana was very curious to see what would happen. Would Mike change andthe rest of the world, including themselves, change to have always seenMike as female? Or would the fact that they, themselves, were victimsof the ring somehow protect them? Dana was certain that Mike was in themen’s biff, trying it on the ring. She suspected they wouldn’t beaffected – after all, they hadn’t suddenly viewed each other as alwayshaving been girls when they had changed.The bell rung and Mike barely made it into class before the teacher didthe roll call. Samantha was looking at Mike with small pocket mirror,while Jo, who still refused to carry anything having to do with makeup,had to settle for occasionally looking behind her. Dana checked outMike in her own small compact.For the first ten minutes, all Mike seemed to do was fidgetuncomfortably, trying to make himself comfortable around the rock-hardcock in his jeans. But then Dana checked her mirror, and with a thrillshe saw that Mike was slouched back, finally looking comfortable, whilebetween his legs his jeans were pulled against a flat, curving groin.No sign of the large, erect penis remained, and Dana was certain thatMike now, like herself, had panties cupping a woman’s moist, cleft vulvabetween his legs!The class went on, and Dana saw the Mike’s changes continue. She saw himrub his chin and lips, and the hand came away from soft skin and plump,pink lips. He scratched at his chest, and Dana saw nipples suddenlyemerge, tenting his polo shirt. Nipples too thick and pointy to beanything other than a girl’s milk-giving teats. A few minutes later, Dana saw that Mike was fidgeting again, a worriedlook on his face. His thighs were thickening, stretching the jeans,even as his feet were obviously swimming in his shoes. He scratched hishead, where his thin, closely-cropped blonde hair was giving way to alonger, richer chestnut. His polo was slowly rising up and changing,revealing a soft, hairless belly and the sparkle of a belly ring.Finally, Dana, Joe and Sam were rewarded when they saw Mike’s puzzledfrown and a hand, already well on its way to feminization with long pinknails, reach down to rub the curving mound between his legs. Mike’seyes bulged, and his sudden gasp made everyone stare at him. “Is there a problem, Michelle?” The teacher asked. Mike’s mouth, lipsgleaming with pink lip gloss, dropped open. The neckline of his polowidened, revealing black bra straps.”No…uh…sir!” He said, his voice cracking. “I.. uh… gotta use thebiff!” A very sensual voice emerged on the last word, and he got up andraced for the door. Dana saw his ass, swollen and jiggling within hisjeans, which was changing from denim to a softer, thinner material thatshowed off the line of the panties wrapped around his widening hips!Some time later, Samantha was laughing inside as, from his window seat,she saw a voluptuous girl with long chestnut hair racing across theparking lot. Her miniskirt barely covered her bouncing rear and her topbarely restrained her large flopping tits. She stopped where Mike’sprized corvette was usually parked and found a small, beat up hatchbackinstead! The wail was nearly audible in the classroom.Yes, Sam thought as she turned to Jo and Dana, matching their grins,things were definitely looking up. She shot a shy glance at Amy, whogrinned wickedly at him and made a lewd gesture. Sam grinned in return.She still couldn’t believe she had a lover, and that lover was Amy.Dana asked permission to use the washroom, and left the room. If theycould, they would retrieve the ring and sell it, the money going towardstheir educations. Mike had been alone, so disgust might have impelledhim to throw the ring in the trash. That was the theory, anyhow. Butthey had all agreed that Mike had this coming.Yes, she thought, she had a lover. They all did, surprisingly. Itdidn’t turn out quite the way any of them had planned. Was she happy?Yes, she decided. She was happy. Dana was ecstatic. And Jo? Heglanced at the blonde, chesty girl. She seemed… content. Eric seemedreally nice, and shared Joe’s hobby for cars. Maybe in time theirobvious attraction for each other would blossom into real love. Whoknows? But she, she and Dana, would be there for her. No matter what.Good friends, and precious to her – friends that she knew would be therethrough thick and thin, because they already had been. Through the eyeof the needle and back they had come.Dana returned. Joe and Sam looked curiously at her, and she smiled asshe flashed something gold in her hands at them. Sam restrained agiggle. They had been right!Sam pulled out her notebook, crossed her supple thighs underneath herskirt, and prepared to face her final days of high school. And afterthen, who knows? An ocean of possibility.***FINIS

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