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High School Girls

... shift his wide hips, or something else that drew attention to his new femininity, and he'd feel again the hot, melting sensation in his groin. Last break, he had gone into the girl's washroom and checked his underwear, because they were starting to feel soaked. He had been surprised to find that although there was an wet oval decorating the gusset of his panties, they weren't quite as wet as he expected. He could smell himself again though. God he hoped nobody else could! He had cleaned himself up, gasping softly at the feeling of the cheap toilet paper on his sensitive folds. Sam returned to the present, shaking his head. He felt his soft red locks brush his shoulders as he did. "What does it matter, Darren?" Joe asked, "Do you really think we're going to be girls long enough for that to matter?" It was supposed to be a rhetorical question, and Joe was dismayed when Darren didn't answer right away. He took another bite, but Darren's comment had rattled him, and the burger felt like ashes in his mouth. He wasn't hungry anyhow, he told himself as he put it down. The lack of an adam's apple meant that even the act of swallowing reminded him of his 'curvy condition'. Like Sam, he had spent all day fighting with his own body, trying to supress the strange feelings and urges of his female flesh. Like Sam, he had found himself in the girl's washroom cleaning up the mess between his legs. It was embarrassing how messy it was to be aroused as a girl. He once thought that women were ...

... lucky in that they didn't show when they were aroused. He thought differently now! There were also the looks. Not just the leering looks from the boys. The girls treated him with cool contempt. It was odd, he was used to girls being friendly with him. He had never had a problem with that. He had never had a problem with anyone, except maybe Mike, who wouldn't leave Darren alone. So this sudden cold-shoulder from half the population of the school was new. He wasn't surprised, though. Not if even half the stuff in that diary was true. Joe saw that his feminine hands were clenched into fists, and f***ed himself to uncurl them. He rubbed his temples. It was only noon and he was already exhausted. It was tiring to be constantly bombarded with new sensations and circumstances, combined with dealing with his new body. All he wanted to do was crawl under the covers of his bed at home and sl**p until he woke up a man again. The thought made him want to cry, and he angrily rubbed his eyes. He looked instead at Darren. The greek beauty that he had become was daintily eating a salad, her legs crossed. He was even sitting like a girl, Joe realized. He saw that Sam was also watching her, and their eyes met. They shared shop class together, and there Sam had told him that Darren was either completely in denial, or completely delusional. He had scoffed at the idea, but now he wondered. If he was, that meant that it would be up to them to try and reverse this curse. He felt panic start to claw ...