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High School Girls

... one hell of a fucking day!" Sam cried, dashing tears from his eyes. "Watch your language, Samantha!" Sam wanted to tell him to stuff it. Instead, with Joe's help he gathered up his papers and books. He looked down at his knees. Sc****d, but not bl**dy. He saw that he was wearing the skirt, and laughed. "What?" Joe asked. "Nothing. So much for not wearing it in public." Sam said, and Joe frowned. He slowly put two and two together. "Ah. I was wondering." "Yeah." Sam mumbled as he watched the bus driver climb back on board. "Do you really think I'd wear a skirt out in public? I'm a guy, not a chick!" Sam felt his breasts, already sore from before, dully ache from the pain of landing on them. "This is turning out to be one FUCKING PEACH of a day!" he growled under his breath. "I hear that." Joe replied. And it's only going to get worse, he thought. Poor Sam. This was all his fault. They got on, and the bus rumbled as they headed for the school. *** Chapter 4 *** "Darren?" Sam's mouth was open. "It's Dana, remember? You have to use our 'girl' names." Darren tossed his head for the benefit of his friends, his long curling black hair flipping and settling down his back. "Shit, you look b...beau---is that a d-dress?" Sam said, stuttering. "Are you wearing lipstick?" Joe asked, faintly. "Of course I'm wearing a dress. I'm a girl, remember? And I was experimenting with makeup. It's fun once you get the hang of it, you guys should try it!" "You're a guy, remember?" Joe said, keeping ...

... his voice low. Around them, their fellow teens were flowing around them, opening lockers, calling out greetings, and getting ready for the first class. "M-makeup? I think I'll pass on that." Sam said, still agog. Sam couldn't believe how good Darren looked - she - no, he - radiated femininity and soft sensuality. He found himself staring at the way Darren's white dress hugged his curves, the way his breasts swelled out the front of his dress, the tops of them and their modest cleavage visible in the scooped neck. He swallowed, and thought: I'd tap that. He felt his groin tighten. Tap it with what, he thought angrily, your vagina? Stop being an idiot. Both Sam and Joe opened their mouths, the question foremost on their minds spilling out. "D-did you-" "Have you thought ab-" "Reversing it?" Darren supplied, and the they nodded. Darren sighed, looking at the two girls in front of him. Joe's long blonde hair was brushed, but his eyes sported dark circles and had a forlorn, haunted look in them. He was dressed simply in a black babydoll t-shirt and tight jeans, which allowed the occasional glimpse of his bare belly. He wore sneakers on his feet. Sam at least had made a bit more of an effort, he reflected. Unlike Joe, he hadn't bothered to brush his wavy red hair, but the cargo skirt and black tee were a nice combination. His pale legs emerged from below the skirt to taper down to feet that were wrapped in black sparkly heels. His green eyes had a strange, almost wild look in them. ...