1. High School Girls


    Date: 12/24/2015, Categories: Masturbation Shemales, Author: lana100

    ... 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 ...
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