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High School Girls

... and even sooner that Darren hoped. Joe, though... he shook his head. Time enough to worry about Joe later. He was just slow to adapt, that's all. His eyes roamed the class and settled on Tony. He felt a thrill of excitement every time he looked at him. It was odd to think that he now had an attraction to members of the opposite sex, he never had before he changed. Maybe it was because he was a girl. Maybe it was because he had always secretly been gay. Whatever the reason, he now craved male attention. He closed his eyes, imagining what it would be like to make out with Tony. To feel his lips pressing against his own. For him to hold him, pressing his own lithe body against his, a hand gently cupping his breast, circling the nipple, caressing his soft belly, slowly making it was downwards... He opened his eyes, breathing shallowly. He rubbed his face with a trembling, feminine hand, and pressed his thighs together. His vagina was throbbing tenderly, and he could feel the wetness between his legs. He was possessed with a powerful, yet terrifying eagerness to have the emptiness in his hips filled. He was aching, yearning for a man to take him, possess him, to fill him up and jet cum into him, to make him utterly a woman. He loved this feeling of vulnerability. To be strong, and yet so weak. To be held and told that he was loved, to be appreciated for both body and mind. This was what he had always wanted, but could never vocalize before, even to himself. *** Sam sighed and ...

... looked at the wall clock again. The time didn't seem to be passing any quicker, as much as he wished it to. He fidgeted, crossing his thighs again, and felt his panties pull against his mound. His underwear felt really conspicuous this morning. The purple bra supporting his breasts felt a bit tight, and irritating. He shifted his shoulders, trying to get more comfortable, and brushed a lock of red hair out of his face. Being a woman was aggravating. He couldn't believe it had been two days now and they were still stuck as girls. He glanced at the door. Where was Joe, anyhow? They needed that ring! If Darren was too moon-eyed at being a girl, then he would give it a crack. Either way, he was through waiting. Not that there weren't benefits to being a girl. His face colored as he remembered thrashing on his bed last night, his body consumed by a female orgasm. That had felt really good - better than any orgasm he had experienced as a guy, but very, very different, and unbelievably messy. He had to sneak his sheets and clothes into the wash first thing before his mom discovered the delightful scent of eau d'pussy that he had left behind - on his sheets, his panties, his pajamas... quite a difference from the sock that had been good enough, before. Even the orgasm itself had been a full-blown production. Nearly a good half-hour as the pleasure had built, wave upon wave... There's wasn't a cock to pump, but labia that needed to be stroked, a vagina that needed to be dipped into and ...