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High School Girls

... accessories. A nearby bookshelf held dozens of small stuffed a****ls instead of the astronomy books he had spent so much money on. His telescope was missing completely. He blinked, tears coming to his eyes. That was a low blow. The clothes s**ttered on the bed and the ground weren't jeans, t-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, u*********sly 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 asl**p. *** 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 ...