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High School Girls

... he started to cry. A half-hour later, he was asl**p, 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 b*****r. *** 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, ...