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High School Girls

... 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 sl**p, 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 asl**p, 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 s**ttered 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 ...