High School Girls

by: Jaana



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High School Girls A Rings of the Oni Story by Jaana "Three teenage boys find their simple lives completely overturned, and their friendship put to the test, when an unexpected find grants them both 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 with whom 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 his hands. His breath burst out of him as he impacted on the floor, his cheek smacking the ground hard. His glasses skittered across the hallway, 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 his hand, and Darren cried out in pain. "What's that? I didn't hear that. You're supposed to be saying something to me!" "OWWWW! I'm sorry, Mike!" "That's better. I won't be so forgiving next time!" His friends laughed again, following him down the hall, remoras hanging from a shark. 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 a slab of muscle. Competition among the girls for his attention was fierce, despite him being an raging asshole. He was always surrounded by friends hoping to benefit from the attention. Bottom feeders, Darren thought disgustedly. Idiots. He picked up his glasses. The frame was broken, and Darren swore. He put them on, seeing the world rendered into both sharpness and blurry dullness. He picked up the fallen lens and ducked into the bathroom. He tried to fix them, 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 good lens of his glasses. His Greek heritage came through in the black curly hair on his head and olive skin, but those were the only positive attributes about his appearance. His features were narrow and the eyes large. It was not an handsome face. His slight build and weak chin contributed to his general unattractiveness. Girls never looked at him twice, and rarely even once. Except for Sam and 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 knife constantly twisting in his heart. He knew he was intelligent, even charming. Knew he could be a great boyfriend, if anyone gave him the chance. But it was all wasted because of an unlucky roll of the genetic dice. He sighed and left the restroom. *** "So what did you do last night?" Sam asked, shifting the bookbag hanging off his shoulder. He was an unremarkable teenager, his brown hair framing a round face speckled with freckles. But his brown eyes were sharp and keen, darting everywhere, missing nothing. His companion, a stout man whose large jaw and muscled frame gave him the appearance of maturity beyond his seventeen years, shrugged his broad shoulders. "I worked on the transmission. I finally got it assembled!" Joe was a car freak, fascinated by all machines but motor vehicles in particular. He dreamt of opening his own custom hot rod shop someday, and what time he didn't spend with his friends he spent working on his custom Dodge or tinkering with this or that mechanical part. He even kept a small toolkit in his bookbag, 'just in case'. Sam snorted. He, Darren and Joe were lifelong buddies, having grown up together in the small mountain town of Shadow Creek. "Gee, that's a surprise. Is there anything that you do apart from tinkering? Besides wasting time with us, your non-mechanical buddies." Sam looked at him and grinned. "I eat, I shit, and I waste time in school." "We need to find you a girlfriend. Shit, I'm surprised you don't have one already!" Sam was perpetually annoyed at how Joe, with his blonde hair, warm brown eyes and naturally muscular build could really pick up any girl with ease. But he never did. Sam and Darren frequently encouraged him to, but Joe had always quipped that a girl would have to love 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. Even Darren, who was normally a quiet guy, had yelled at Joe in frustration. But Joe weathered it, as he weathered everything that came his way, and Sam 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 anything interesting?" Sam was an avid stargazer. Joe knew that Darren and Sam, like many other teenage boys, had trouble with the fairer sex. The fairer sex *was* trouble, Joe reflected contentedly, and he was happy to not get involved. His hand and a porno mag 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 able to sketch the Andromeda galaxy - normally it's just a blurry blob, but tonight it was incredibly vivid!" "A galaxy? Cool! Is it close by?" Sam winced, but knew that Joe was not the sharpest tack in the box. Still, he was a good buddy. He was looking forward to watching a movie with him and Darren tonight. As friends, 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 the honest, appraising look on his face. Joe took the glasses, and simply studied 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 fiercely loyal. In older days, Sam had bullied Darren much as Mike bullied him now. The difference was that Sam and Darren had been ten, not nearly 18, 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 to help, but it won't matter. In less than two weeks he's just going to be a bad memory, anyhow!" School was ending, the end of their final year. Sam fumed and Darren punched him on the shoulder. "Don't worry about that 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 back when." Joe had pulled out his small toolkit, and soon handed Darren's glasses back to him. "There. That resin should hold until I can solder the frame." "Thanks Joe. Double rainbow all the way!" They chuckled at the reference. Darren drew comfort from their concern and their friendship, but knew it was not in his nature to stand up to anyone. He had always wondered why he 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 days were 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, of course. 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 her stand out from the other girls. Her body wasn't bad either - trim and athletic, small pert boobs and just enough hip and ass to stop her from being a board. Sam's far-off gaze was not lost on Darren either. "Jeez Sam, let it go already! You asked - twice! The first time she let you down easy. The second time should have been a huge hint!" Sam winced. The memory of Amy scornfully calling him 'thick' was still painful. He wasn't thick, he thought resentfully. He just wanted to make sure. Unfortunately, the second time made it very clear that she wasn't interested in him. Life's unfair, he thought as he jabbed a french fry into a gob of ketchup. They would be good together. She was smart, and showed it frequently in classes, nailing their teachers with insightful questions that 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 sports garnered you scorn and got you called a nerd, a geek or worse. But Amy was also good at sports too. He remembered when he had seen her swim that one time. The thought of her in that sexy red one-piece... He lingered on the mental image, feeling his cock start to swell, and dashed it. I am thick, he thought dully. And ugly. And a geek. Why would she go out with me? It's a fantasy. He took some shallow satisfaction from the knowledge that as far as he knew, she hadn't gone out with anyone else either. "Stop sulking, Sam. After all, there's plenty of fish in the lake," Joe said philosophically and Darren laughed. "What?" "The sea, Joe. Plenty of fish in the sea!" "Whatever," Joe said contentedly, taking another bite. "You guys know what 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 guts to 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, he thought. I just want her. Taking his mind off of it, he asked Darren, "Speaking of guts - you need to stand up to Mike. I mean it. Thugs like him won't ever leave you alone, 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 we can't always be at your side," Joe said, looking down. Where did his burger go? Damn, did he eat it already? He was still hungry. He got up. "I gotta get some more grub." Darren and Sam watched him leave, then Sam turned to Darren. "He's right. 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're going to have to take a stand. And the sooner you do it, the happier you will be." Darren scowled, annoyed. Happy? He somehow didn't think he'd ever be truly happy. But as long as he had friends like Sam and Joe, he thought he could at least be content. As for Mike... he mentally shrugged. In less that a year, he'd be gone. MIT. Harvard. Some far-off university where he could be among people like himself - intelligent, creative and educated. He felt a stab of sadness at the thought of leaving Sam and Joe behind. But these were the days of the internet, and he would keep in touch. Come back occasionally. Stephenson was right, he thought. The world is made up of Morlocks and Eloi. He was a Morlock. People like him made the world run. Guys like Mike were the Eloi. They looked good, and did the things that Morlocks couldn't be bothered to do, like sports, or talking to other Eloi. But like the mythical Morlocks, deep down he admired and resented the Eloi, wishing he could be one, but was forever locked out from that glamorous world. *** The sky was dimming, a cool breeze blowing when the three friends met up at Sam's house. The chill of spring was still in the air, but the rocks still 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 a local park to reach the downtown cinema. Joe's Dodge was temporarily unavailable, 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 loved the 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 was completely unsure what to do with himself. They reached the highway that bisected the park, the trans-canada. It was busy, but that was not unusual. Many people just passed through Shadow Creek, their vehicles roaring into town to speed away to far-off destinations on this or that side of the Rockies, with nary any impact on the sleepy town. They waited for a gap in the traffic, and raced through. Sam and Darren continued up the ridge on the other side of the highway, but Joe paused, spotting something half-hidden by dried leaves and earth. He would have completely missed it, but a ray of the dying sun had 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 and meaning foreign to him, were engraved in the circumference. The ring had no edges and was completely smooth. It was too large to be a finger ring, but too small to be a bracelet. Joe felt a tingling in his hand, and he felt his heart beat faster. He ran after Sam and Darren, who were having a spirited conversation about a video game, Sam outlining a strategy, Darren saying it was horseshit, and then Sam vigorously defending it. Sam was always quick to feel and show emotion. The tingling did not stop, and Joe felt himself sweating. He felt a sudden strange desire running through him. His crotch started to swell. "What've you got there, Joe?" Sam asked, seeing Joe stare fixedly at something 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 exactly that. He felt an insane urge to slip in on! His cock was a painful bar of steel in his pants. "Like you would know anything about that!" Darren quipped, punching Sam in 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 big deal. They often discussed sex and the things they'd like to do to women, 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 save it for your bedroom, okay?" Darren said, flushing as he stared into the trees. Sam's eyes darted to Joe's crotch, and he looked at Joe, who at least had the good grace to grow red-faced. "I... I can't help it guys!" He unzipped his pants, and Sam was shocked when he unabashedly pulled out his cock! It was sizeable, almost seven inches, and throbbed. The head was swollen and purple. He slipped on the gold cock ring, sliding it down to its base. The cock swelled even further. "Whoa, this is weird!" Joe cried out. "It feels like it's massaging my cock!" "What, you fucking put it on?" Darren looked over his shoulder, and then 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 then a sudden wave of disgust came over him. Still, the guys needed to experience this! "You guys gotta try this!" Joe pulled the cock ring off his erect penis, 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 on reflex. Joe tucked his erect phallus back into his pants, the bulge still very obvious. "Aw c'mon, this is dumb. You're not seriously going to put it on, are you Sam?" Darren asked. "This is stupid. Let's get going, you two can work out your frustrations some other time." Sam stared at the ring in his hand. It was strange, but now that he was holding it, he felt like he had to try it on. It seemed to pulse warmly in his hand, and an answering throb emerged from his crotch as his dick grew hard. He started to unzip his pants, and Darren, hearing it, felt hot blood flood his face. "Jesus not you too!" Sam didn't reply as he eased his cock out of his jeans. Why was he doing 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 was surprised instead when he placed it on his cock, shoving it down to the base! Joe wasn't lying, it felt good. Damn good. Like it was hot and slowly massaging his cock, which grew rock-hard. Joe stared at Sam's cock and he felt saliva flood his mouth, and a sudden heat in his gut. What the hell! He wasn't into dudes! But he couldn't tear his eyes away from Sam's cock. His own dick was still rock-hard, and precum was staining his boxers. He shifted, trying to get comfortable. His boxers were riding up or something! He plucked vainly at the seat of his jeans, trying to dislodge the red silk panties that now nestled snugly around his hips. Sam pulled the cock ring off and tucked his enlarged dick back into his jeans. It was so hard! He'd definitely need to release some tension tonight! He thought about his favorite porno mags, particularly the one with that long blonde-haired vixen he so loved, and his cock throbbed and he felt some precum smear onto his boxers. Damn that cock ring had felt good! "You definitely gotta try this Darren!" Sam exclaimed, holding out the cock ring, as he wiggled his hips, trying to get his cock and balls into a more comfortable position. He must really be harder than normal, his normally loose boxers were very tight against them. He plucked at his waistband, but he couldn't find the top of his boxers, which had migrated a lot lower when they transformed into a set of lacy white panties! Darren turned around and looked at Sam. "You're joking right?" But he saw Sam's eager face. Unwilling to be left 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 like you guys are!" Sam laughed as Darren took the cock ring, but Joe did not. He was feeling flushed and sweaty. Why wouldn't his erection die down! It felt harder than ever, and his balls were pulling tight against his body. It was starting to hurt. Darren felt the cock ring in his hand. It looked and weighed like the heavy metal it was, but felt warm and velvety. To his surprise, he felt himself getting hard. Why not, what the hell... forgetting about his earlier demand for privacy, he unzipped his pants with one hand and pushed them down, then placed the cock ring on his erect penis. It throbbed and pulsed warmly, and Darren restrained a moan at how good it felt. Litle surges of pleasure were shooting into his groin. The pain in Joe's crotch was starting to become intense, but all of a sudden it vanished and he felt a warm, soothing liquid sensation in his groin, almost as if he had taken a good piss. He quickly glanced at his crotch, but it was dry. Relieved, he felt his erection subside quickly, the painful feeling vanishing. Inside his jeans, his red silk panties now clung tightly to a female mound, his cock shriveling quickly into a pink, sensitive bud! In his hips, unnoticed, his new vagina twitched softly. His pubic hair shriveled and softened into a soft triangle of gold down. "Feels good, huh Darren?" asked Sam, who like Joe a moment earlier, was feeling sweaty and flushed, his own erection harder than anything he had ever felt before! But then he sighed as he too felt the warm liquid sensation of his balls pulling up into his hips to become fertile, egg- laden ovaries! He wouldn't be so relieved about his softening erection if he knew it was softening into a tiny pink clitoris. Sam's tangle of brown pubic hair withdrew into an orderly triangle of auburn curls. Darren felt a sudden revulsion, and pulled the cock ring off, his throbbing purple erection bobbing slightly in the cool autumn air. Both Joe and Sam stared at it, and both of them felt a twitching within their groin. Darren tucked his cock away, feeling it throb in his pants. His precum stained the fabric of his briefs, and after a bit of shifting and fidgeting, Darren had on a pair of purple satin panties hidden underneath 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 ring back to Sam, embarrassed at how hard he was. Sam unthinkingly put the cock ring in his pocket, and all three left the clearing, leaving behind nothing but a gentle sigh as, like with the other two, a female mound bloomed between Darren's thighs, brown folds thatched with soft black curls. *** All three of them were unaware of their new moist pussies, but the cock ring'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 continued to shape their bodies into something utterly alien to their male minds. All three absently scratched themselves as their body hair withered away, and their skins smoothed and softened. "We going to get there on time, Sam?" Joe asked. "I left my damn watch at home," Joe said. He scratched himself. What a pussy you are, letting myself get weirded out back there, he thought. It was just a couple guys fooling around, some male bonding, nothing more! The image of Sam's erect cock popped into his head, and he pushed it back out, but not before he felt more twitching in his groin. Between his hips, a tunnel started to swell, and beads of moisture formed deep within it, starting to coat his new organ with female dew! It gathered in the back of 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 was because he still felt sweaty. On his smoothing, softening chest, wide pink areola emerged around his thickening nubs, and the hard points pushed 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 was a subtle, fresh smell, like that of a girl in bloom! He gazed at Sam's back, bemused, a hand scratching his scalp as his hair subtly started to grow. He grimaced as he felt a twinge in his back, and his new mound swelled slightly, his inner walls starting to form pussy cream. Meanwhile Joe was falling behind. He stopped again as he tried, for the umpteenth time, to pull his boxers out of the crack of his ass. He kept trying to, but his silk panties were simply digging in deeper into his crack as his ass cheeks swelled, rounding and smoothing into feminine orbs! Joe moaned as the panties tightened on his hip, the gusset pulling tight against his sensitive mound. He felt an unfamiliar throb in his hips as his vagina swelled and started to lubricate. "C'mon Joe!" cried Sam. "We're late enough as it is! Get your ass in gear!" "Alright, I'm coming!!!" Joe yelled as he ran to catch up, his feminine ass jiggling beneath his jeans. He didn't know what the hell was going on inside his pants, but he'd find out when he got to the theater. He patted his ass. Jeez, he was packing on the pounds. The three boys made it to the movie theater just in time, the encroaching darkness of the night helping to hide the slow changes developing to them. They each paid for their tickets, Darren's voice cracking as he said, "C'mon - it's almost starting!" and he and Joe went on ahead. Sam didn't hear him, he was staring into his wallet. He plucked out his driver's license. The photo of a long-haired redheaded girl 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 the license back into the wallet. His lower back was hurting too. What a weird night this was turning into. He disappeared into the dark theater, where it was impossible to notice that his brown hair was now a beautiful auburn. All three of them joked and laughed at the trailers like young men often do, then they settled in as the movie began. But Joe couldn't stop fidgeting. "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 hips trying to get some relief. He tried slumping back and opening his thighs, but instead of the relief he sought, he instead felt the shocking sensation of fleshly, alien lips parting between his thighs, and the even more horrifying feeling of liquid slipping out from between them! His eyes bulged and he lunged out of his chair, knocking over his drink and eliciting shouts of anger and dismay from Sam and Darren as he got into the aisle and ran out of the theater room. "What the hell is Joe's problem?!?" Sam asked, as he rubbed a swelling nipple. Odd... his chest felt flabby. He rubbed the saucer-shaped mounds 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 from just above his backside. *** Joe ran to the bathroom, his eyes wide, feeling a slippery, sliding sensation between his thighs as his new passage lubricated! More pussy cream 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 my fucking pants..." But deep down, he knew he was feeling something else, something impossible. He felt another deep throb in his hips, and the wet feeling grew. He got into the men's room and quickly entered a stall. He was struggling to undo his jeans when his hips bucked once, twice, three times! He bit his lip hard in pain and a loud crack could be heard coming from the stall, followed by a ripping sound! Joe, shaking, felt a 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 ass had torn open the seat of his jeans! Worse, he could see that his ass was swollen, round and hairless, and he could see red silk panties riding up the deepened crack, giving him a classic womanly 'whale tail'. His jeans were changing as he watched, the fabric knitting together and changing color, leaving his legs to form a black ruffled skirt, hiding his ass from sight. "Oh my god... what the fuck... what the fuck..." he whispered, and then shut up as he heard the door to the washrooms open and raucuous male voices come in. He fumbled with the skirt, yanking it down over his wide hips. He moaned as he got them down, revealing soft, hairless, womanly thighs, and between them, his panties cupping a soft, curving female mound! The gusset was decorated with a wet oval. He felt another deep, pleasant throb in his groin, and the wet oval grew. Unwilling to believe his eyes, he pulled the panties away from his mound, and inside, he could see strands of female come connecting the gusset to thick, female labia! The strong odor of aroused pussy rose around him, and outside the stall he heard someone shout, "Wooooo! Somebody's got it on! Save some of that pussy for me, willya!" Joe's mouth was open in a soundless scream. Behind his shirt, his erect nipples pulsed, and started to push out through the t-shirt, which was fast becoming something else. *** "Maybe we should go and check on Joe?" Darren suggested. "He didn't seem too hot." Darren tucked his hair behind his ears and looked over at 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 and check on Joe." He remained curled away from Darren. Darren threw him a curious glance and 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 this before. He brushed his hair back again, irritably. He needed a haircut, too. He walked down the dark aisle, unaware that his shirt was lengthening, sliding down around his hips, becoming a glossy silk! He felt strange and 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 transforming from corduroy into something sleeker and thinner. His pantied mound became suddenly visible as his pants finished transforming into pantyhose, but then the hem of his lengthening shirt hid it once again. Darren shivered as he suddenly felt his legs become cold, and rubbed one with his hand. And rubbed again. Wide-eyed, he felt the pantyhose covering his smooth thigh, and when he straightened, he suddenly felt the 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 white floral dress! Pantyhose-clad legs emerged from beneath them, and he could see cleavage as soft mounds started to push out the front of the dress! His back bucked, involuntarily, with a cracking sound. His new dress cinched itself around his waist, a silver corded belt appearing out of nowhere! Something pulsed wetly in his hips, and Darren suddenly felt a hot warmth in his groin! He moaned and dashed for the exit. Between his legs, the gusset of his panty sported a small, slick line of pussy cream. *** 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! What the hell! This was impossible! The thick, erect nipples pushed into his hand as the breasts continued to push out of his chest, and he could feel 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 pain in his back was paralyzing him. He arched it, desperate to get some relief, and the flickering light of the cinema showed swelling, curvy female breasts straining against his t-shirt. A loud crack echoed through the cinema, causing the patrons to look about. Sam stared down at his swollen chest, and then stared wide-eyed at his newly widened hips. Staring behind him, he could see that his ass was more padded than before. He got up, and abruptly thrust a hand into his pants. He felt soft fabric covering a warm, curving flatness. He pressed, and discovered a gulley in that flatness. Okay. He was turning into a girl. Okay. He felt curiously calm. It had to be a dream. A hand raised, hefting the swollen girlflesh on his chest. A really good dream. Slender, pale fingers pinched the thick, pink nub through the shirt, and he felt someone pinch his nipple, the sensation shooting through his body and down to his groin! He felt an unfamiliar muscle between his thighs clench wetly, and then slowly relax, 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 hips swaying, his panties visible only for a moment as the pants warped and shifted, changing into a short denim skirt! He gaped at it for a second, seeing pale feminine legs emerging from beneath it, and then he bolted for the exit, his breasts swaying wildly, a slippery, slimy feeling between his legs. His long auburn hair brushed his shoulders. *** Joe writhed on the toilet, both hands on his mouth, as he arched his back. A hot, wet pleasure was rising in his hips, and as he arched his back, his D-cup breasts thrust out, barely restrained by the babydoll T and 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, their gusset wet with Joe's female juices, were stretched between his knees. Between his pale, feminine thighs, a golden-thatched pussy was quivering, his folds shining with juices. Above it, a swollen, smoothly rounded 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 his strangled moaning. He shoved a slender, white hand between his ruby lips and bit down hard as he could as he felt the pleasure crest! His new pussy clenched, hard, and then he felt a spasmodic thumping and flexing, as if his female tunnel was grabbing and releasing, grabbing and releasing! He felt an aching, empty sensation inside of his hips and was horrified when he realized he wanted it filled with something hard! He felt his girl juices slip out of his thumping, flexing vagina, flowing over his swollen nether lips and drip into the toilet bowl. He felt a tickling around his neck as his straight blonde hair flowed down to 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 from his mouth, not registering the taste of blood. His delicate folds quivered and slowly closed over his girlhood, and Joe struggled not to scream or pass out. *** Darren stood in the empty theater hall, his mind reeling. A few moviegoers were patronizing the snack stand, and nobody noticed the girl wobbling in the dim light of the hall. Darren struggled to stay standing as his runners somehow turned into a pair of black heels! His curling black hair fell on either side of his smooth, feminizing face to lay gently across the pert B-cup breasts he now sported. His thighs were pressed together in a vain attempt to stop the wetness in his groin, but instead the pressure on his inflamed mound only made it more hot and more slippery! His mouth worked soundlessly as he felt a throbbing, pulsing pleasure fill his groin, rising on a tide of wet heat. "Dana?" Darren, shocked, whirled around. It was Tony, a handsome sophomore, admired by many of the girls at school for his suave, worldly air and by the boys for his easy-going charm and good nature. He had stepped out of the bathroom, his face was filled with concern, pausing while his friends walked back into the movie 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 his close to stop him from falling and Darren stared into his face, wide- eyes, as his new pussy throbbed and creamed! His breasts were crushed against Tony's hard chest, and Darren was certain Tony could feel his erect 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, Darren felt his bud start to tingle and the foreign slit between his legs start to quiver, the pleasure cresting. He knew instantly that if he didn't do something he was going to start moaning and screaming right there in the theater! Desperate he grabbed Tony's face with his hands and kissed him 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 hips spiked, and Tony slipped in his tongue. They french kissed, Darren's strangled moaning muffled as his vagina started to flex and thump! He felt a hard bulge push out of Tony's crotch into his soft belly, and he moaned, his new pussy quivering and throbbing as his juices slid out between soft, swollen nether lips, soaking his panties! His vagina pulsed, wanting to knead and stroke the hard cock pressed against Darren'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 hell was that? Did she really just come from being kissed? The smell of aroused pussy was still present in the air. If she hadn't come, it had been damn close. Shaking his head, he tried to take his mind off his rock-hard erection and returned to the dark theater. He spent the rest of the film mulling over the encounter. *** Darren ran into the bathroom and collided with with someone, the both of them falling to the floor. Darren pushed himself up and stared at the girl he had just knocked down. Her pale face surrounded large, expressive blue eyes above a pair of full, ruby lips. Long blonde hair fell down over her slender shoulders and onto a baby-T, which was straining to contain a pair of heavy D-sized tits. Her black, ruffled skirt pooled around her hips, revealing pale and smooth feminine legs rising up into perfect female thighs. Beyond them, Darren could see red silk panties cupping a smooth, feminine mound. The gusset was soaked through with juices! Somehow, he knew who the girl was! "Joe?" he asked, trembling on the floor. He slapped his hands to his mouth. A girl had asked the qustion. Joe stared at the girl who had just ran into him. She lied sprawled on the 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 almost crooked roman nose, and plump red-brown lips. The white floral dress she wore was thigh-length but was pulled up by her sprawled legs, whose slender female shape was highlighted by the black pantyhose she wore. Purple satin panties were visible around her hips, the gusset wet with female come. The cleavage of her dress nicely showed the tops of her pert 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 both got up, staring wildly at each other, holding onto each other, each aware of the other's soft, female flesh. "What's going on here?" An usher arrived, annoyed. Joe and Darren jumped. "This is the men's washroom. The woman's is down the hall." "We're leaving!" Darren said, shocked at his clear, high-pithched voice, and he left, dragging Joe. "What the hell happened to us?!?" Joe whispered, his voice low and sultry. "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 a horrible 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 in time to see a girl with long wavy auburn hair, clad in a short denim skirt 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, and then dashed after her, aware of female flesh bouncing almost painfully on their chests, of wide hips rolling beneath short skirts, and of still-wet pussies between their shaking thighs. They left the theater in time to see the girl dart into an alley, and they followed, finding her leaning against a wall, gasping. Her gasping turned into a strangled moan, and then into a soft, feminine grunting as her hips shook and trembled! Joe and Darren looked at each other, embarrassed, realizing that the girl was feeling a thumping, creaming girl'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 pale it was almost translucent. Her denim skirt was stretched tight across her female hips and below the hem slender feminine legs reached down to black, sparkled slippers. Her black vest was open, and below it a brown sleeveless shirt clung to her hourglass figure. C-cup breasts pushed out 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. Bright green eyes, filled with tears, framed a small, pointy nose and generous pink lips. The redhead nodded, and started to cry. Darren just stared, his own eyes filling with tears, and then all three girls were crying, overwhelmed by the shock and the horror of suddenly finding themselves on 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't seem to notice the chill, however, as they whispered urgently to each other. "Look at this. I noticed it before we got into the theatre, so I don't think it started there - it must have begun when we found that cock ring." "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 discovered slung 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 everybody else 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 would have to be..." "Magic?" Darren supplied. Sam stared at him, and then started searching the pockets of his vest with his slender hands. He produced the cock ring. The others stared at it, at him, and then at each other. "Maybe we can go back!" Joe whispered in a breathless girl's voice, and grabbed the cock ring. Darren and Sam looked at each other, already realizing the sad truth. But Joe just flipped up his ruffled black skirt, revealing his red silk panties, the gusset still wet. He pulled it down and then stared, crestfallen, at the cleft mound he now possessed. He tried pressing the cock ring over where he thought his clit must be, but apart for the pleasurable sensation of something pressing on his soft vulva, nothing happened. "C'mon..." he whispered frantically, "C'mon!" It had to work! It needed to work! He wasn't a girl, damn it! Sam and Darren watched him try, staring at his new golden-thatched pussy. Each of them felt a sinking sensation in the pits of their soft bellies 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 into his 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!" Joe screamed in panic, and Sam and Darren glanced up and down the deserted street! "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 pleaded as 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 on his 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. Sam hugged 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 the film they had started watching finished. It was only an hour and a half ago, but it had felt like forever. The three girls watched the crowd slowly scatter, enduring many a lewd look from the teenage boys in the crowd. Darren felt his heart jump into 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 his heart hammer. He looked like he was going to approach him, but then one of his friends called out and he rejoined them. The three girls sat together silently, their minds racing. Occasionally one of them would start to say something, but the sound of their new female 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, and retrieved a small cell phone decorated with sparkling beads. He flipped it 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 go out 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 phone closed. "G-go home?" Joe stammered. "I hadn't even thought about it. What are we going to do? I don't want to spend another day as a girl!" Joe suddenly wailed. "Oh don't get your panties in a twist," Darren snapped and all three of them winced at the sudden realization that they really did have panties now. "Sitting on a bench all night isn't going to get us anywhere. My family, at least, thinks I'm a girl. So I'm going to go home, go to sleep, and hopefully tomorrow think of something to do." And with that, Darren walked off, the click-click-click of his heels receding 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 hated it. 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!" he snarled. "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!" Sam mocked. "'Seriously dude, try it - feels damn good!' Why did I fucking listen to you?" With tears in his eyes, Sam turned around and stalked off, his ass jiggling beneath his denim skirt. Joe stared after him, the guilt slamming home hard. It really was his fault. But how could he have known? Still, he thought, he had acted like some stupid immature kid. What kind of moron sticks some ring he finds on the side of the road on his erect cock, and right in front of his 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? What if there wasn't a way back? His soft mound still ached painfully where he had tried to force the cock ring on. He heard a rustle in the park behind him, and jumped. He realized, with a shock, that he was a teenage girl, by himself, in the dark, downtown. Ordinarily not a concern, but now he felt horribly vulnerable. He jumped up, stuffing the cock ring into the purse he discovered hanging off a shoulder, and left, acutely aware of the sticky, moist pussy between his thighs. *** Darren looked at the front door of his house with trepidation, unsure of what waited within. Light still shone out of the windows. His parents were undoubtably waiting for him. Darren shivered, and rubbed his hands up and down his pantyhose-clad legs. As he bent over, he was aware of his breasts jostling within his bra. Being a girl was so unlike being a guy. He felt so soft, strangely weak and vulnerable. Everything seemed to 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 find being a girl exciting. He felt... special. Blessed, even! You're in shock, he told himself. You need to sleep, and tomorrow you'll realize how bad the situation is. Right? Darren glanced at his bike, which he had left outside earlier, leaning against the house. When he had last seen it, it had been a metallic blue mountain bike. It was different now. It was still metallic blue, but it had changed into a more casual riding bike. Everything seemed to confirm to Darren that he had been right - everything had changed, except their own awareness. If this hadn't happened to Sam and Joe as well, Darren thought, he would have thought that he'd gone batshit insane - suffered a psychotic break or something. It was a curse, he realized. The cock ring had cursed them. They needed to find a way to break it. Assuming, he thought, that he survived 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 and flicking on the light with a pale, slender hand. His house hadn't seemed to change, and as usual his parents hadn't seemed to care that he was out late - they were fast asleep, the house dark, when he had returned. 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 all missing from the walls. However the pile of magazines on his nightstand, the school textbooks on his desk, and clothes scattered everywhere were all familiar. But everything else was different. The posters of hot models 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 eyepieces for his telescope, now sported small bins and cases of makeup, jewellery and accessories. A nearby bookshelf held dozens of small stuffed animals 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 scattered on the bed and the ground weren't jeans, t-shirts and boxers but instead skirts, panties, bras and tops. It was sort of a relief, Sam thought hysterically, that even as a girl he was still a slob, and he felt tears start to sting his eyes. Shaking, he took a deep breath, unconsciously smoothing his denim skirt. Suddenly he realized how exhausted he was. Without even bothering to undress, Sam shoved clothes and magazines onto the floor and collapsed in bed, feeling his breasts flatten beneath him. In seconds he was asleep. *** Darren winced as he closed his bedroom door behind him, shutting out the ringing shouts of his parents. It hadn't gone too well, and not in the direction he had expected. It wasn't that he had been out late - it was, apparently, the company he was keeping. They had a problem with Joe! Why, they would not say outright. But between mutters that she was a 'bad influence' and 'would lay her astray' (Her? Her!) he had gathered that 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. Being yelled at was so parental, and aside from feeling more protective of his female 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 he started noticing subtle differences. Darren was a bit of a neat freak, meticulous and organized in many ways, and his room reflected it, with everything in its place and organized according to his needs. Posters of the stars and galaxies, as well as a poster of Einstein, still decorated the walls of the room, but a poster of Marie Curie was new. The bedspread was slightly different, more colourful and embroidered on the edges. A couple of neatly stacked jewellery and makeup boxes sat on top of his dresser. The corner of a panty stuck out from under the lid of his laundry basket, and some of the pencils on his desk were capped with 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 very obvious here. Girl-Darren obviously preferred dresses and skirts to more 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 wanted a girl. Enjoy it while you can, mom... he thought, because it won't last long. Sadly. Stop it, Darren thought. He closed the closet door, and stared at himself in the mirror. The girl looking back was sexy without a doubt. He couldn't believe he was her! He watched an olive hand rub the girl's cheek and chin, and felt soft, smooth skin. He tittered suddenly, realizing that he'd never have to shave his face again! Weary, he pulled the white floral dress over his head, conscious of the fabric running across his sensitive breasts, causing his new pussy to twitch, and of the female smell of the fabric. He stared in the mirror at the sexy, dark-haired girl wearing a purple satin bra and matching panties, her legs clad in dark pantyhose. The sight made his pussy twitch again, and he was conscious of a growing warmth in his groin. He flushed and turned away from the mirror, his hands fumbling with the clasp of his bra. He finally got it off and stared as the perky breasts on his chest, his dark nipples erect. He hefted one of them, feeling the supple, female flesh in his hand and conscious of his soft mammary being squeezed! He moaned as he felt his vagina throb, the feeling of warmth giving way to a moist clenching, and a vague feeling of emptiness. He couldn't feel it, but his birth canal was coating itself with pussy cream, the warm juices slowly flowing towards his swelling vulva. Female arousal was so strange, so inverted from normal. He pulled off his pantyhose, revealing his slender, feminine legs. As he pulled it off, he couldn't help but stare at the panty-covered mound between his legs. 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 dried oval stain on the gusset, and blushed, thinking of how he had orgasmed in Tony's arms! The desire to play with a female vulva warred with the apprehension of confronting the core of his new femininity, and his exhaustion weighed in. He decided to leave off exploring to tomorrow, and pulled off the panties, feeling cool air on his hot, moist folds. He tossed the panties into the laundry hamper, and caught of whiff of aroused pussy. His confused male mind reacted to the smell by ordering his penis to erect, but instead a wet, creaming passage swelled and engorged, his female body readying itself for the penetration of a thick, steely cock! The moisture in his vagina doubled. Darren felt the swelling inside his hips. It was incredibly foreign, almost like a cock was swelling, but inside of him! It was accompanied by an aching empty feeling. He quickly rummaged through his underwear drawer, pulling out a pair of white cotton panties, and slipped them up over his hips, feeling them cup his heated, moist pussy. He looked for his PJ's, and but found a soft cotton nightie instead. Smiling (why was he smiling?), he pulled it over his head, and adjusted his breasts within it. Exhausted, he slipped into bed, quickly falling asleep. Between his legs, a spot appeared on the gusset of his panties, quickly growing into a small oval as 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 of soft skin, the whisper of female clothing, the soft mounds gently cupped by the bra on his chest, and the swing of his female hips. His large breasts were both arousing and annoying. "Hey Joanna!" Joe froze at the unexpected sound. His brother, Jack, was seated in the living room sofa, watching a late-night horror flick. He turned around, gazing at Joe. "You've gotta check out this flick! It's gotta be one of the stupidest horror movies ever!" He turned back to the TV, where some blonde girl, tentacles writhing from a hole in her chest, was sucking the heat out of what appeared to be some numbnuts frat boy. "Um... I'm tired." Joe startled again at the musical voice coming from his mouth. "I think I'll just head to bed." "Your loss, sis." He turned around, and this time he had an unhappy look 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 up and hunting boys like that." Joe flushed. Where did the prick get off... Frustrated, his voice came out more venemous than he intended. "Mind your own business, Jack!" he hissed, and Jack had scowled as he walked upstairs to his room, his heels making a clack-clack-clack sound on the wooden steps. Each step caused the foreign mounds on his chest to jiggle, and he felt the panties subtly stretch on his cleft mound as he 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 opened and Joe's mother stepped through, dressed in a nightgown, a vexed look on her pretty face. She had had both Joe and Jack when she was barely out of her teens, and now in her mid-thirties her face, which would have been beatiful in other circumstances, was drawn by stress and worry until 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. The vexed expression slowly gave way to a surprised expression, and Joe was suddenly conscious of Jack at the base of the stairs, also looking at him with a surprised expression. "What?" Joe asked, suddenly nervous. Did they realize that he was a boy, not a girl? "Nothing!" both Jack and his mom replied. His mom continued, "Next time let me know, okay? I worry about you." That last was given in a plaintive tone, and Joe stared. What was up with his mom? It was like she was afraid of him! It was very disturbing. Normally Joe had an excellent relation with his mom - both he and Jack had helped her after the death of their father, which had been a devastating blow to them all. They had always been a tight-knit family, each of them looking after the other. Joe didn't like what he was 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 his room. Behind him, his mother stared at him in shock until the door closed, and then, looking suddenly pleased and almost hopeful, she returned to her own room. As Joe slipped into his dark room, he paused, wondering if it was the right 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 he was and his passion for cars. It had been painted a warm, natural color, though it would have been hard to tell with all the posters of hot rods and diagrams of car engines on the wall. There should have been a red toolbox, and a canvas on the floor containing the parts of a transmission he had been assembling. Instead, he felt like he had wandered into a stranger's room. A depressing girl stranger with issues. The walls were painted black, and were covered with pictures of half-naked men or grungy girl bands. The comforting quilt was gone, replaced by silk sheets, which were rumpled and unmade. Slutty clothing lay everywhere, a lot of it making his current outfit look tame. There was no sign of the transmission he had spent a week teaching himself to assemble. Instead the space was given over to a copious makeup closet. He walked into the room, suddenly very conscious of his girlhood. He picked up a thong off the floor, fingering the silvery material, an expression of disgust on his face. Is that who he was now? Some sort of slut? His male mind reacted to the female garment and the thought of it on a smoking hot girl, and he felt the slit between his legs twitch as it moistened. Disgusted, he dropped it. That 'smoking girl' was him. Joe cast about his room, poking into corners, examining some of the clothing. The more he saw, the more depressed he got. It seemed that Girl-Joe only cared about one thing and one thing only - chasing boys. He tossed aside a pile of Girl Cosmos and tugged some schoolwork out from underneath them, grimacing. A D-? He was no great shakes at school - Darren and Sam usually helped him out - but he had recognized the value of a good transcript and had always worked hard to maintain a B average. Girl-Joe didn't seem to care. He found a dairy on the dresser, and curious, he began to read it. His expression hardened, and as he read on, he turned white. The diary dropped from shaking hands and with a strangled groan, he lurched out of his 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, the alien feeling of girlflesh hanging below his shaking chest not improving matters. After wiping his mouth, he shakily got up and returned to the room. He picked up the diary, and methodically started ripping out the pages and ripping them up, tossing the small pieces into the trash. Oh god. Did his mom know he did that sort of stuff? Probably. His mother's strange behaviour suddenly seemed obvious, and he started to cry. A half-hour later, he was asleep, not bothering to undress. Besides him the trash was filled to overflowing with the shredded remains of the diary, which had contained the better part of three years of a girl who put the word 'slut' to shame, as well as a horrible amount of ugliness directed at her own mother and brother. *** Chapter 3 *** Wednesday. The sun climbed into the sky, pale rays of sunlight reaching through windows to caress the skins of three girls, newly birthed and less than a day old. Sam roused, a girlish groan heralding the emergence of a pale, slim arm that slapped down on a noisily beeping alarm clock. He drowsed for a minute, resisting the full emergence of awareness, happy to be gone from the nightmares of the prior night but uneasily aware that the upcoming day 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 his face, 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 on his body. Before he could figure out what it was, an itch on his groin distracted him, and he stretched down to scratch it. His hand slipped below the denim skirt and white lacy panties, and before he could properly register the soft, hairless belly his eyes widened in shock as his fingers grazed sticky, sensitive folds. "UUAAAAH???" he cried out in surprise, struggling up to a sitting position, and as he did he saw the covers fall off his chest, revealing a sleeveless brown blouse stretched over a swollen chest. A trembling hand raised and touched the swells. His hand felt a bra below the shirt, and below that supple flesh. As he did that, he was also aware of someone pressing his soft, sensitive breast! It ached fiercely, having been constrained in a bra all night. He threw off the sheets, revealing a denim skirt and slender, almost translucently pale female legs stretched out underneath. During the night the skirt had risen up, and he was treated to the sight of soft female thighs parted, and between them the gusset of a set of white lacy panties cupping what was obviously a female mound. The sight was erotic, 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 painted nails. Long auburn hair flowed around his cute face, caressing the sides of his freckled, hairless cheeks. He had hoped that he would wake up in his male body, but he was as firmly rooted in girlflesh as ever. *** Darren moaned as he writhed on his bed, his olive thighs spread as his hand, moving below his panties, firmly rubbed his erect clit. His body shook, his breasts quivering underneath his nightgown, which was hiked up to provide better access to his inflamed mound. The wetness of it gleamed in the sun. He had woken up to the strange feeling of emptiness in his hips, and the events of the previous day came flooding back. Moaning in pleasure, he had placed his hand on his warm, moist crotch to try and alleviate the emptiness, but the sensation of his hand pressing on moistening female folds had only spurred his horniness, causing his sensitive labia to twitch. 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 had obliged it, and now he was just trying to satisfy his pussy's need for release! His vagina was now swollen open, and the pussy cream that had started to flow down his canal had slipped out between his hot, parted folds and Darren now felt wetness from his oozing slit coat his hands. As he rubbed, he felt the twitching become a hot, pulsing throbbing as the foreign, muscular passage between his legs started to cramp and spasm. God, he felt so empty. While one hand continued to briskly rub the swollen bud that was all that remained of his penis, the other hand reached down and slowly slid a finger into his oozing cleft. The subtle feeling of penetration sent him over the edge, and as his bud suddenly started to tingle he felt a wet heat rise in his body. "oh..oh...oh...OH! OH! OH!" he grunted suddenly, struggling not to cry out, as he felt his vagina suddenly tense! The wet heat seemed to spread all over his body, and then his pussy suddenly released, and started to pulse, the rippling walls kneading and stroking, going through the motions that Darren instinctively knew were meant to please a man and encourage him to flood his pussy with his hot cum! He continued to moan as the rippling slowly died away, and he felt more fluid flow out of him, slipping out of the quivering folds that had replaced his cock and balls, sliding down between his thighs and into the crack of his rounded, swollen ass, to soak into his panties. His legs and thighs suddenly relaxed, and Darren sighed, staring at the ceiling. What a sensation! He still felt vaguely horny, the climax wasn't like a man's - his pussy still felt hot and swollen, and still ached for his touch. He stared at his wet hands, the smell of pussy strong in the air. He was suddenly, fully aware of his female body, and sighed 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 minutes before he needed to get up. He smiled as he thought about picking out clothes for the day. He felt happiness fill his being, and grinning, his hand dipped again, and soon he was moaning and sighing again as another thumping, creaming girl's orgasm seized him. *** Joe watched the sun rise over the roofs of the neighbourhood. He had barely slept for an hour last night before a horrible, unremembered nightmare had wakened him, gasping in fear and then moaning in horror as he had felt the heavy breasts tremble on his chest. Unable to sleep, he had alternately paced, stared out the window into the night, or sorted through the stuff in the room, forming a large pile of things he planned to throw out first thing in the morning. Contraceptives, slutty clothes, stained undies and other, worse things were in the pile. After suffering the ache in his chest for a while, he had finally undressed, his full breasts practically exploding from his chest as he unhooked his bra. They surged forth to tremble in womanly magnificence. Joe hid them, wrapping a sheet around him for warmth, but they hung heavily from his chest and reminded him constantly of their presence. They moved seemingly at will and Joe was constantly feeling small jabs of pleasure as they bumped into this and that. No wonder girl-Joe had been such a slut, if she felt pleasure from even trivial things, Joe thought. He could feel the horniness in him, the constant tension. It was like he was constantly reading a porno mag. No, it was like he was wearing a porno mag! All night his pussy had been alternately swelling and relaxing, 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 that road that had led to this, an evil, uncaring slut who had nearly torn his family apart. The sun lit up his face, his hair glowing gold. A gentle knock on his door 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, almost servile tone. Was this girl really someone he would have been had he been 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 to travel 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 a surprised silence before he heard his mom go down the stairs. He cast around, looking for something to wear, and settled on plain red cotton bra and panties, with tight jeans and a baby-doll t-shirt. It was too sexy for his taste, but the rest of the clothes were even worse. He pulled on his panties, struggled a bit with his bra before figuring out the 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 soft underwear on his even softer body was erotic, and his damnable female parts were opening and moistening again! He pulled on the baby-tee, cursing as his hair flooded over his face, and struggled to yank up the tight jeans over his full, feminine thighs and hips. He stopped shortly by the bathroom to scrub water on his face, and stared at the beautiful face in the mirror. It looked drawn and there were dark circles under the eyes. "Sexy..." he muttered, and ran a brush through his mane to get it under control. He suddenly wondered why he cared how his hair looked, and felt a stab of fear. He suppressed it. Looking presentable was something virtually everybody did, 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 the bowl. Sucks that I can't stand up to do this anymore, he thought. He tried relaxing and was surprised to feel his pee just come out of him in a 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. He felt his heavy breasts pulling on his chest as he bent over. They bumped and jostled and Joe sighed. He joined his mother and brother at the breakfast table, and became suddenly 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 that worked. 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 she was 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 tremble underneath the blouse. What a nightmare. He was still staring in the mirror when he heard his father roar from downstairs, "Samantha! If you aren't up, get up! You have 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! I don't want to come home and find you gone unless you've finished the list!" 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 at junior high, so he was alone. Alone with the strange girl in the mirror. Sam sighed, trying to dispel the fear inside of him. The motion caused 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 him shiver as they caressed his bare shoulders. He struggled to undo his bra, twisting and turning, his fingers fumbling at the clasp. He made a cute, girlish growling sound that was nothing like he intended, and yanked the bra up like it was a shirt! The underwire slid tightly over his soft, aching breasts, cruelly pulling on the soft pink nipples, and he yelped sharply. But at least the damn thing was off! He bent over to work on the skirt, gasping at the erotic sensation of his mammaries pulling and hanging off his chest. Freed of the bra, the ache was fading. Good. So it was just the bra. He started to undo the button of his denim skirt. He paused. Where was it? He felt around the waistline of the skirt, aware of the pale and soft flesh it circled, and finally located it, and the zipper, at the back. Why is everything on girl's clothing located at the back, he thought angrily as he struggled to undo the button. Frustrated, he tried to yank the offending garment down, but his hips were too wide and all 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 yank it down, revealing lacy white panties cupping a female vulva. He flung the skirt into a corner, and pulled off his panties. The stuck slightly to 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-dozen sensations he was experiencing. He felt soft, so soft. One thing that was familiar was the urge to pee. Like Joe, he found te sensation of his pee traveling through a wider, shorter tube weird, and like Joe, he had trouble figuring out exactly what to wipe. His pussy was an enigma to him. God, he coudn't believe he had a pussy! But he felt it there, felt it more through the lack of feeling the other things, namely his cock and balls. It frequently twitched, softly and mutely, an unfamiliar stranger in his hips. It felt sticky, warm and moist. Was it supposed to feel sticky, or moist? He supposed warm was normal. Moist? He remembered how wet he had been when he transformed. Was he aroused now? He thought so. He had not stopped being aroused since his spirit had slid into this soft female suit. But sticky? Like most high school students, Sam had attended sexual education classes. 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 it wasn't sticky? He suddenly smelled a musky, almost fishy smell. He'd shower, he decided. But he wouldn't do his hair. He at least had some familiarity with 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, that was annoying. He stared for a bit in the mirror. He hefted a breast, gently pinching the nipple, and gasped as he felt his vagina clench warmly. He put his hands on his soft mound and gently parted the slit. It was very moist and sticky, but Sam couldn't see anything from that angle. He got a hand mirror and placed it on the side of the bath, lifing a soft, curvy thigh to place his foot on the side as well so that his pussy was directly over the mirror. He parted the folds again, and Sam saw a glistening pink hole nestled between his soft nether lips. He shivered, and gently probed it, feeling as he did the strange, indescribable sensation of someone fingering 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 the hole, pushing it into the knuckle. He wiggled it, and experienced the unbelievable sensation of a finger moving inside the tight, wet tunnel of his vagina. He pulled out his wet finger and sniffed it. He had never smelled a pussy before. It was not an unpleasant smell. He would have killed to smell it just a day ago. A tear slid down his cheek. He never thought that the first time he would finger and smell a pussy, it would be his own. He turned on the shower and stepped in. *** Darren hummed as he packed his bookbag. He was dressed in a sleeveless short white dress that hugged his bosom and showed off his trim waist before curving outwards over feminine hips down to the hem, which stopped mid-thigh. It lay well against his skin, showing off his mediterranean complex. He had spent some time looking over the makeup bins, planning on doing up his face, but instead had spent the time just figuring out how to apply lipstick properly. The color, a glossy carmine hue, worked perfectly with his dark red lips. He had fiddled with his hair a little bit, settling on gold clips to keep it out of his face. He was amazed at how little difficulty he was experiencing. Everything seemed natural, except for putting on makeup, which he knew was just a matter of practice. He thought about school, and wondered if he would see Tony. He felt his face go warm. He hoped so! He paused to examine the feeling. Was he gay? He had never been attracted to guys before. But he was a girl now. Wasn't that normal to be 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 own feelings said that Tony was attractive and he wanted to be with him. If that meant he was gay, then he was gay. He was a gay guy in a girl's body. How lucky! He felt like he belonged in this life, and as he skipped through the door and headed for the bus stop, he wondered if Sam and Joe were enjoying their new lives as much as he was. *** Joe winced, shaking his hand. He wasn't as strong, or as tough, as he had 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 a step back, unwilling to go near the fierce-looking blonde who had just decked their pal. "Don't EVER call me that again!" Joe growled. "What the fuck!" the boy cried out. "I just asked if you wanted to come over tonight and play! Fuck, you didn't have a problem with it before!" "Yeah, well I have a big fucking problem with it now!" Joe couldn't believe that the boy had called him a 'sexy slut'! He knew, from the diary, that he had a history of... doing things. But that was over now! The problem was, looking at the angry face of the guy 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 breakfast that morning. "YOU CUNT! FUCK YOU!" the guy screamed, reeling, and stumbled away in an awkward crabbed gait. Joe watched him go down the street, then turned and stared flintily at the 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 a seat where he could be alone. He plopped his bookbag down on the seat next to him. It symbolized everything that was wrong about his life right now. It was a Gucci, and Joe was sure it was very expensive. And his single mother already struggling to make ends meet! He'd sell it as soon as possible. He didn't even want to be on the bus. He rarely took it since he was of legal driving age. But like the song goes, the hits had kept on coming, and he had been successively shocked, angered and then depressed to find out that his beloved Dodge Challenger was gone. Poof. Like it had evaporated. Both his mom and his brother had watched him, their mouths hanging open, as he had thrown a hissy fit to end all hissy fits over losing a car he had never owned to begin with. It was only the sight of his mom's face crumpling that had pulled him back from the edge of total breakdown. He watched the town of Shadow Creek pass, looking much as it ever had looked. How could the world have stayed the same while his life had changed so drastically? He saw his reflection in the mirror, and stared for 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 a rough sexy beautiful, not model beautiful. It was a face that wouldn't look 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 him to stick the thing on his dick? Why, why, why? The guilt twisted and turned inside him. He pulled the golden ring out of his bookbag, and twirled it gently with graceful fingers capped with crimson nails. Flashes of reflected light spun across his face. What *was* this thing? How could it be made to undo the horrible changes it had wrought? Joe didn't have a clue. He knew machines. This seamless piece of gold was a complete mystery to him. *** Showering was an unbelievable experience, Sam thought. The act of lathering up a sexy female body dovetailed with the fantasies of many teenage boys, Sam included! His heart raced and he breathed shallowly, watching suds run down curvy, dewy skin. The menial act of washing had turned into something else. The dripping wetness between his thighs came from more than just the shower - the aching void in his hips was intense! He had rubbed down there with a trembling hand, wanting partly to clean himself and partly to experience the feeling of his hand on his new pussy. He had felt the velvety soft folds, slippery with girl cream, and couldn't help but gasp in pleasure at the sensation of fingers rubbing against his sensitive nether lips! He had also felt something stiff that had sent electric shocks right into his backbone as it was rubbed, and feeling gently, had discovered the swollen nib of his clitoris, meekly perched above his wet slit. Rubbing it felt like rubbing his cock head, only with the sensations concentrated into a tiny swollen bud of flesh. He soaped up his chest, and watched the foam slide down between two pale mounds, their tips sporting cherry-colored nipples that were erect with excitement! He pinched them gently. He reeled, and he felt something hot crest inside his hips, felt his pussy start to tense, his passage cramping, and then he was grunting as pulses of pleasure shot through his shaking hips! "Nuh! Uh! Uh!" Sam heard a girl crying out in lust, and quailed, knowing it was him! The tremors and pulses died down, his pussy quivering gently 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! His female 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 himself off. Wearing the towel as a wrap, cinched above his breasts, was just a uniquely female thing to do, but Sam didn't want to let his breasts just hang out. He had an orgasm just looking at the damn things. He didn't want another one. He had a bus to catch. He felt the heat of the morning seeping through the morning. Summer had arrived with a vengeance. He looked around his messy room, wondering what to wear - and how it should be worn. Essentials first, he thought, and rummaged through a drawer that held panties. He pulled out a pair of boy-cut panties, embroidered on the front to look like a boy's briefs. He winced, wondering at the cosmic irony. He tried them on. The decoration did nothing to hide the fact that they cupped a woman's soft mound, or that they were wrapped around a woman's curvy hips or soft, rounded ass. He picked up the white lacy bra he had yanked over his chest and undid the clasp at the back. He shrugged them on, and then tried to do up the clasp. Fuuuuuck! How did women deal with these? Unbelievable! He threw it on the bed and looked at it, chewing his finger. Did he really need one? Maybe the shirt would be good enough. He rummaged through his dresser again, pulling out a basic black tee. He pulled it on and looked at himself in the mirror. Fuck no. That won't do at all! He stared at the shirt molding itself to his unsupported breasts, and at the sharp points of his nipples thrusting through the fabric, and knew that if he had seen a girl come to school dressed like this, his reaction would have been a mental "Heyoooooo!" followed by a lot of subtle leering. The thought made him sick. An idea came to him, and he picked up the bra, and put it on around his waist so the clasp was facing forward. Doing it up, he turned it around and pulled it up, slipping the straps over his shoulders. He tucked his breasts in so that they were more comfortable, trying to ignore the pleasurable 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 the bra 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 to him. Why? He wondered, chewing his lip. He was suddenly afraid that the magic of the cock ring may have done something to his mind. The it struck him, and the realization caused a wave of vertigo. It bothered him because he didn't believe that girls would, or should, wear mismatching underwear, even though his rational mind believed that in reality, they probably did on occasion. And his expectations was overlaid with the realization that he was a girl. Therefore, he should not wear mismatching undies. It was silly and stupid, but he watched himself pull off the boy-cut panties and toss them onto the floor. He picked out some lacy white panties not too different from the ones he had worn (and creamed into, his mind added lustily) yesterday. He pulled them up and looked in the mirror. Better, he thought, his pussy twitching as he beheld a gorgeous red-haired teenage girl in sexy lingerie. He pulled on his black tee, and turned to what to cover his panties with. 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 wearing a dress - he was already in a shirt, and the idea of wearing a dress was just too girly. It was going to be too hot for pants. That left shorts and skirts. He looked through his closet. He had lots of choices. He pulled down a skirt. Ugh. Too feminine. But he couldn't help wonder what it would look like. When in Rome... He tried it on. Why not try it, he told himself. He was certain - certain to the core of his being - that the switch was only temporary. It would vanish after a day or two, a strange sit-commy occurence that they would laugh about years down the road. It would go of its own accord, or they would figure out how to reverse it, and soon would find themselves disbelieving it had ever happened at all. He could see themselves as adults, seated around a table with a few brews, joking about that weird time when 'they had been girls', and wondering if it had happened at all, or if they had had some sort of bizarre consensual hallucination. The thought was comforting. The idea that the change might be permanent was 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 was a 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's clothing. Though he drew the line at actually wearing a skirt in public. 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 felt uncomfortable. Like he was taking advantage of some girl, or womanhood in general. Time to put on some shorts. He started to undo the button when he heard the familiar rumbling of the school bus coming down the street. "SHIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!" he heard his cute contralto voice ring out! "Fuck fuck fuck!" He dashed around the room like a madwoman, scooping up his bookbags and textbooks and dashing for the door! Shit, he didn't even have time to pack a lunch! That would teach him to act like a fucking pervert, feeling up his body and modeling in the fucking mirror! God he was pissed! He heard the bus pull up to the stop, and he jammed his feet into the heels he had worn last night, the only shoes clearly visible. Yanking open the door, he raced outside. *** Joe felt the bus stop on Sam's street and he briefly wondered if Sam would even show before a red-headed girl suddenly burst out of the front door of Sam's house, hoofing it like crazy towards the bus! Joe stared at the girl. Her long and red wavy hair bounced behind her as she pelted down the sidewalk. A bookbag was slung over her shoulder and papers where flying out of the open zipper as she ran, her cute mouth hanging open as she gulped in breaths of air! The heaving of her chest was mesmerizing, and Joe nearly missed the cargo skirt stretching tight over swinging hips and sexy legs. Was this really his friend? If it really was Sam, why was he wearing a skirt? The girl screeched as she suddenly tripped, her heels buckling under her, and she landed flat on her chest, her bookbag falling to the ground and books spilling out. Laughter erupted on the bus as Joe got up to help him. Assholes, he thought. The bus driver, concerned, came out with Joe and together they picked her up. Her? Him, Joe thought absently. This girl was a guy. To Joe's surprise, 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, dashing tears from his eyes. "Watch your language, Samantha!" Sam wanted to tell him to stuff it. Instead, with Joe's help he gathered up his papers and books. He looked down at his knees. Scraped, but not bloody. He saw that he was wearing the skirt, and laughed. "What?" Joe asked. "Nothing. So much for not wearing it in public," Sam said, and Joe frowned. 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 a chick!" Sam felt his breasts, already sore from before, dully ache from the pain of landing on them. "This is turning out to be one FUCKING PEACH of a day!" he growled under his breath. "I hear that," Joe replied. And it's only going to get worse, he thought. 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 tossed his head for the benefit of his friends, his long curling black hair flipping 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 was experimenting with makeup. It's fun once you get the hang of it, you guys should try it!" "You're a guy, remember?" Joe said, keeping his voice low. Around them, 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 - radiated femininity and soft sensuality. He found himself staring at the way Darren's white dress hugged his curves, the way his breasts swelled out the front of his dress, the tops of them and their modest cleavage visible in the scooped neck. He swallowed, and thought: I'd tap that. He felt his groin tighten. Tap it with what, he thought angrily, your vagina? Stop being an idiot. Both Sam and Joe opened their mouths, the question foremost on their minds 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 was brushed, but his eyes sported dark circles and had a forlorn, haunted look in them. He was dressed simply in a black babydoll t-shirt and tight jeans, which allowed the occasional glimpse of his bare belly. He wore sneakers on his feet. Sam at least had made a bit more of an effort, he reflected. Unlike Joe, he hadn't bothered to brush his wavy red hair, but the cargo skirt and black tee were a nice combination. His pale legs emerged from below the skirt to taper down to feet that were wrapped in black sparkly heels. His green eyes had a strange, almost wild look in them. Darren had hoped that they would have adjusted, even come to like, their new female existence. But that clearly wasn't the case. They simply need more time, Darren reflected. He had made his choice this morning on the bus, and had felt immense satisfaction when he did. He wasn't going 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. In fact, for him, it had been the best. He refused to return to that shallow, pathetic existence of a boy. For once, he was going to take a stand, for something, he truly, really believed in! Time, he thought. They just needed more time. They would come to see how much richer their existence would be as girls. The thought 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," Darren said 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 your faces. But even if I wanted to go back, he thought, I honestly wouldn't know where to begin. The bell rang, and the students started to shuffle into class. Squaring their 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's anger and bitterness seemed to spill out every time he opened his mouth, and the latter who was, for lack of a better term, completely delusional. "You shouldn't eat that," Darren said as he forked a piece of tomato from 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 and swallowed it, only to start coughing as the chunk he bit out was too large for his smaller mouth. Sam sighed and put his fork down. Attending school as a girl wasn't as bad 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 the fact that, as a girl, he would be treated differently. He wasn't stupid. It was still sort of a shock, of course. He could feel eyes on him all the time now, and every boy he passed in the hallway had eyes that travelled along his body - legs, crotch, breasts, face, breasts, crotch. It was irritating but Sam knew, from the perspective of one who had 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 (except for gay men, he supposed) automatically visually judge the women they meet for their desirability as mates. He suspected that women did the same, though it must be a lesser or more covert thing. Or perhaps he just wasn't observant enough to catch it. Not just boys, but the adults treated him differently too. Almost like he was stupid. Teachers passed him over or looked surprised at his answers when he was called upon. Once a girl nearby had sniggered and called him a nerd under her breath after he had answered a math question of the sort he had routinely answered as a guy without any comment from his peers. Looking around, he was surprised to see cool contempt on the girl's faces and frowning disapproval on the guys. He had felt his face go red and he bowed his head, feeling his cheeks burn. If this is how smart women got treated, he thought, no wonder so many of them played dumb and never entered technical or scientific professions. Still, despite the occasional brutal reminder, it wasn't so bad. He treated it as a visit to a foreign land - the land of Girls. He was just 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 were different enough that they constantly caught his