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... Turning around, he saw Amy grinning at him. "I've got a hoodie in my locker, would you like it?" She asked, and Sam nodded. He followed Amy, mouthing a "I'll see you later" at Darren, who watched them leave with a smile on his face. Amy took him to her locker, and opened it, pulling out a lilac hoodie. "Here" she said, handing it to him. "Put it on. You're putting on enough of a show as it is." "Huh?" Sam asked, wondering what she was talking about. Amy looked both ways, and then reached out and rubbed one of the erect nipples that was thrusting through Sam's t-shirt! Shocked, Sam made a sound that was a combination of a gasp and a moan as the sensation of having his erect nipple rubbed send little shocks of pleasure to his groin. He felt his pussy clench, tightening pleasurably! "I can tell you like that." Amy said. "Now come on, put on the hoodie, we're going to be late." Sam gulped and pulled on the hoodie. Looking down, he was relieved that his nipples weren't showing anymore, despite them feeling taut and hard. But the embarrassment he had felt at the thought was secondary to the realization that Amy was, in fact, attracted to him in a sexual way! That nipple rub was certainly not something girls did to each other. He felt his pussy relaxing, twitching and growing damp as it did, and was conflicted. How did he feel about all this? He followed Amy into the next class, taking his usual seat while Amy took her own closer to the front. Sam stared at her back, and smelled ...

... her scent on the hoodie he wore. He felt his pussy throb and grow warmer, the dampness between his thighs increasing. He may be conflicted, he realized, but his body was not. *** Joe scooted his chair closer, and grimaced as he felt his soft chest bump against the side of the table. He really hated having breasts, they were constantly getting in the way. They were really sensitive too, and the constant jostling and bumping kept a low-intensity but consistent current of pleasure alive in his body. His groin had been feeling sticky, moist and warm all morning, and the feeling was just getting worse. Once again he was appalled at just how horny this body was. The urge to play with himself kept growing in his mind. It was mixed with the terrible fear that he would be pulled into that ghostly pre-life that the vicious cunt that Joe thought as girl-Joe had lived in. Was he simply delaying the inevitable? There was some relief in the thought that having sex with a man utterly disgusted him. (Did it?) The dream he had that morning haunted him. Was he really as averse to it as he thought? An icicle of fear stabbed him, and he quickly turned back to the computer screen, which was another source of frustration. The writing pad next to his manicured hand only contained a few, vague notes. *** Darren and Sam pulled books out of their lockers, getting ready for the last class of the day, when Sam felt the call of nature. "Take my books in for me, bud." He said casually, and Darren frowned. ...