High School Girls - Sex Stories

High School Girls

... awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. Beneath the sheet, he could feel his breasts rise and fall with his breath. His nightie caressed the smooth skin of his body, emphasizing its femininity. But neither pleasuring himself nor the joy of womanhood was on his mind right now. He felt guilty. He should be trying to break the curse. Several times, he had started up his web browser to begin his research and take notes, and each time he had browsed for something else instead, or gotten distracted. How to please a boy on the first date. What to wear. How far was it okay to go, or not go. Several times he received emails or texts from girls that he had barely known in his previous male life, but now was apparently good friends with. He had dished for a half hour on the phone with some girl named Sally, about Tony. She had also agreed to come with him clothes shopping on Friday, and they both giggled giddily over what kind of dress to wear. And when he had put down the phone, there it was again - the horrible guilt that he was betraying his best friends. He knew it was fear - fear that the wonderful life he now had would be ripped away, gone forever, if he discovered a cure. He also realized that a part of it was selfishness - he wanted Joe and Sam to stay like they were, so that they could stay his best friends. He felt that if they returned to normal he would lose them. It was a silly thought, as he knew that plenty of girls had boys as close friends. But there would always be that ...

... gap that couldn't be crossed. It wasn't fair that he should get it all while they suffered. But he didn't want to go back to the life he had before. He couldn't bear the thought. It was all such a terrible mess. Why couldn't it have been just him? Losing Joe and Sam as friends wasn't a great prospect, but becoming a girl would have been worth it. He had plenty of friends as one, after all. It was a long time before Darren fell off to sl**p. *** Chapter 6 *** Joe moaned as his mom shook him awake. He was having the most wonderful dream. His hands twitched as if they were still gripping a wrench, and slowly the fantasy of being the master mechanic for a Formula 1 racing team slipped away. Instead he felt breasts shift on his chest, and wide hips uncomfortably lying on the floor, and covers caressing doe-like skin. He brushed his blonde hair out of his bleary eyes and stared sullenly at his mom. "Up and at them, sweetheart. You've got to get ready for school! I've got to run, there's a packed lunch for you on the kitchen counter. Hurry up or you'll miss the bus." "Yeah... sure, mom." he mumbled. School? Fuck school. He trudged upstairs in the silky PJ's - the only thing he could find that was remotely modest - to the bathroom and planted his wide hips on the toilet, hearing his mom pulling out of the driveway. He felt the pee come out of him, not an orderly stream, but like a waterfall. Cross 'peeing standing up' as yet another thing he couldn't do anymore. "Bye s*s, catch you ...