High School Girls - Sex Stories

High School Girls

... down the road. It would go of its own accord, or they would figure out how to reverse it, and soon would find themselves disbelieving it had ever happened at all. He could see themselves as adults, seated around a table with a few brews, joking about that weird time when 'they had been girls', and wondering if it had happened at all, or if they had had some sort of bizarre consensual hallucination. The thought was comforting. The idea that the change might be permanent was so deeply terrifying to Sam that it didn't even occur to him. He was certain he could hack being a girl for a day or two. Darren was a smart cookie, he probably had already figured out how to fix this. And in the meantime, well, what was the harm in trying out girl's clothing. Though he drew the line at actually wearing a skirt in public. It was a short cargo skirt, and looked pretty good on his female body. He looked at the pale legs extending beneath them, and suddenly felt uncomfortable. Like he was taking advantage of some girl, or womanhood in general. Time to put on some shorts. He started to undo the button when he heard the familiar rumbling of the school bus coming down the street. "SHIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!" he hear his cute contralto voice ring out! "Fuck fuck fuck!" He dashed around the room like a madwoman, scooping up his bookbags and textbooks and dashing for the door! Shit, he didn't even have time to pack a lunch! That would teach him to act like a fucking pervert, feeling up his body and ...

... modeling in the fucking mirror! God he was pissed! He heard the bus pull up to the stop, and he jammed his feet into the heels he had worn last night, the only shoes clearly visible. Yanking open the door, he raced outside. *** Joe felt the bus stop on Sam's street and he briefly wondered if Sam would even show before a red-headed girl suddenly burst out of the front door of Sam's house, hoofing it like crazy towards the bus! Joe stared at the girl. Her long and red wavy hair bounced behind her as she pelted down the sidewalk. A bookbag was slung over her shoulder and papers where flying out of the open zipper as she ran, her cute mouth hanging open as she gulped in breaths of air! The heaving of her chest was mesmerizing, and Joe nearly missed the cargo skirt stretching tight over swinging hips and sexy legs. Was this really his friend? If it really was Sam, why was he wearing a skirt? The girl screeched as she suddenly tripped, her heels buckling under her, and she landed flat on her chest, her bookbag falling to the ground and books spilling out. Laughter erupted on the bus as Joe got up to help him. Assholes, he thought. The bus driver, concerned, came out with Joe and together they picked her up. Her? Him, Joe thought absently. This girl was a guy. To Joe's surprise, Sam was crying. "Sam? You alright?" Joe asked, concerned. "It's okay, it's okay." The bus driver said, trying to comfort him. "We're not going anywhere without you, Samantha. Take your time." "This is turning into ...