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... office, starting glumly at the heeled shoes he was wearing. He was already used to them, and the thought appalled him. He kicked the floor sullenly, and looked up guiltily at the secretary. She was busy typing and gave him no mind. He sighed, and wondered why the bench didn't feel as hard as the other time. Of course, he thought annoyed, he had a cushier seat this time around. He shifted his hips, feeling the panties pull up between his ass cheeks, and scowled. How did women put up with them? He tried pulling them out, but the cargo skirt would not cooperate, and he flushed when he realized the secretary was looking at him. He hung his head, and his red hair covered his face. Annoyed, he tossed it back over his shoulder. It wasn't fair. Why was he here? He was a good student, he never got in trouble like this. Well, that was that time in 4th grade, but Darren had totally deserved that. And didn't they become best friends afterwards? Pushing him off the swing, causing him to break his wrist, had been a total accident. Mostly. And then there was that time he had got into a fight with Mike, but that neanderthal had started it, and Sam had gotten the worst of it. And there was that time... He examined his female hands, with the slim painted nails. He was a hothead, he realized glumly. He did deserve to be here. The door to the principal's office opened, and Sam heard the familiar voice call out, though with a slightly different context. "Come in, Miss Jones." The voice ...

... sighed. Sam set his jaw and entered the office. *** "She was right, you know." "What?" Darren asked, broken out of his thoughts. The last bell had rung and they were waiting outside of the school office for Sam to emerge. Around them, their peers shouted and laughed as they slung bookbags and knapsacks over shoulders and emerged into the bright, warm air outside. "About me being a slut." Joe mumbled, staring at the ground. "Oh c'mon, that's total bullshit!" "It's not, though. You don't get it. I read her journal. I really am the class whore!" "Whose journal? Sue's?" "No, mine!" Joe exploded, drawing curious looks, and not a few lustful ones. "My journal! Girl-Joe's!" "Shhhh! Don't talk so loud!" Darren looked around, suddenly afraid. But the hall was quickly emptying. He noticed Amy hanging around the display cases just down the hall, studying intently the school trophies. He turned to look at Joe. The blonde girl's face was drawn. Darren wasn't used to Joe being like this. He was normally so unflappable. How had his legendary resolve gotten so shaken? He was a frantic, quivering mess. Joe lowered his voice. "I read in that journal some horrible things. You wouldn't believe the things I've done, Darren! Everyone thinks I'm a slut because I've slept with half the boys in this school!" Darren stared at Joe, shocked. "I... I'm sorry Joe. I had no idea. But you didn't really do those things, you know." "Yes I did! I wrote them down!" "But it wasn't really you. You only became a girl ...