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High School Girls

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 ...