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High School Girls

... I'll come. I'd... I'd rather not be alone right now." "It's okay, buddy, it's okay." Sam awkwardly reached out and hugged the voluptuous blonde, relieved that he was coming. He also didn't want to be alone. He felt his breasts flatten against Joe's, felt his pussy twitch, and quickly released him. He was surprised by how good the hug had felt - not just physically, but emotionally as well. "Alright then. Meet you at your house at three, Sam?" Sam nodded. "You'll have to go there on your own, Darren." Joe mumbled. "I don't have my car anymore." "Damn, I forgot. I'm sorry Joe. Don't worry, I can make my way there on my own." Darren watched the ripple of emotions play over Joe's face, and like Sam, worried. "Are you going to be okay getting there? You live further away than I do." "How about I pick you up, Joe?" Sam said, and Joe nodded. "Okay then. I'll see you guys soon. We'd better go, or we'll miss the bus." "Oh, before we go, can I get that cursed ring from you Joe? I want to examine it, maybe do some research. Find out more about it." Darren asked. "We should be working on breaking the curse." Joe looked sidelong at Darren. He felt a curious reluctance to hand over the ring to Darren. It was the only clue they had to this whole horrible business, and Darren's complete embracing of his femininity made Joe wonder if Darren even wanted to turn back. If he didn't want to turn back... Joe still found it hard to believe that Darren would screw them over, but he wanted to ...

... talk to Sam first. Just in case. "I, uh, left it at home Darren. I'll get it for you later, okay?" Joe said, his eyes darting to Sam, who looked at him curiously. "Oh, okay. I'll get it from you tomorrow at school, sound good?" "Sure..." *** Chapter 5 *** Darren stared at himself in the full-length mirror in his room. He was naked except for a white and blue bikini. He raised his arms above his head, watching his bust lift and stretch the cups of the top, and admiring the smooth, round curves of his female body. He tossed his thick black curls over his shoulders, and checked his bikini line. Perfect. He sighed, and reached out to the mirror, touching his reflection through a pane of cool glass. He couldn't believe that was him, he reflected with a glow of happiness. It was like the universe, all a- kilter, had suddenly righted itself. The line from an Emily Dickenson poem went through his head - "God's in his heaven, all's right with with world". Well, almost all right. He felt a stab of guilt over what he was putting the others through. Stop it, he told himself sternly. Just because they think you can solve it doesn't mean you can. You're no wizard - or witch, he thought, and giggled. The point is, he didn't know - and probably couldn't figure out - the solution to their predicament. But, his subconscious nastily whispered to him, you could try. A solution could be applied to them and not necessarily to you. You could perhaps find a way to turn them back into boys, and keep ...