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High School Girls

... yourself a girl. The guilt returned, a poisoned shard in the center of his joy. He knew the real reason he didn't want to look for a solution - the fear that the curse was chained or linked to them all. He couldn't go back to being a boy, he just couldn't. That's why he wanted the ring. He wanted to go onto the railway trestle, and throw it into the rushing waters of Shadow Creek, and have it disappear forever. He was a girl now, and he would stay one. He would help Joe and Sam adjust, he would give them his full support. They were his friends after all. His girlfriends. He laughed, giddily. It would be tough, and things would be rough for a while. But there was nothing all three of them couldn't accomplish together. He threw on a shirt and a skirt over his bikini, shrugged on some sandals, left the house and started walking over to Sam's. *** "Sammy? Are you ready yet? I wanna gooooooo!" Cherise, Sam's younger s****r, yelled up the stairs. "Just a minute!" Sam scowled as he threw the green one-piece into his bag along with a towel, a t-shirt and some khaki shorts. He wanted to change out of the skirt, but didn't have the time. He dug around in his closet, and reached down to grab a pair of leather sandals, feeling his breasts pull at his chest as he did. "C'moooooooooooon!!!" Sam sighed exasperately. What a little brat! He bit down on his tongue. Shut it, bitch, he thought to himself. You may be living a nightmare but she's just ten years old and doesn't deserve to be ...

... thought of that like that. He was becoming increasingly annoyed at the girl whose life he was now living. "Are you doing your hair agaaaaain?" Okay, maybe she deserves it just a little. *** Joe, appalled, lifted up the red string bikini. Uh uh. No way was he wearing that! He dug through a pile of similar bikinis, searching for something, anything, that he wouldn't be embarrassed to wear. But they were all the same. One was even sheer! What the hell, Joe thought. Why not swim in lingerie and be done with it? He picked them up and threw them in the trash, and looked around at the black walls of his room. Just being here depressed him to no end, and he wished Sam would hurry up and come. His b*****r was somewhere with his friends, and his mom was still at work. His mom. He got up and went to his mom's bedroom, feeling like he did that he was trespassing. But he couldn't go swimming in his clothes. He tried his mom's dresser, fear, disgust and anxiety all warring inside him. He pawed through his mom's underwear, searched under pantyhose and finally found her swimwear. He pulled out a black one-piece and looked at it. Good enough? He'd better try it on. He unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down, revealing his red panties, which he subsequently peeled off, grimacing at the stains of dried pussy cream on the gusset. His t-shirt and bra followed, and he sighed in relief as his large breasts were freed from their confinement, flopping out and settling on his chest. He pulled on the black ...