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... "Don't say 'bud'. Girls don't say that to each other!" he whispered, and Sam made a face. "What do they say, then?" "Just don't say 'bud' or 'buddy', okay? It sounds weird." "Weirder than three guys being turned into girls because of a magical cock ring?" Darren stuck his tongue out at him, and Sam rolled his eyes. He set off down the hallway, and u*********sly stepped into the washroom only to see two guys pissing into the urinals. Startled, they panicked and yelled at him, struggling to do up their pants. Face flaming, Sam darted out of the washroom, the jeers and laughter following him. He quickly darted into the woman's washroom. He had never been in it before. Curious, he looked around. It was empty, and aside from a different color of paint on the walls, it looked very much like the men's washroom. There was no urinals and one more stall, but that was it. "Hey Samantha." Sam jumped. Amy had slipped into the washroom behind him. "Oh! Hey Amy." "I forgot to tell you earlier. I've got to cancel on that homework project this afternoon, my aunt's slipped and broken her ankle. My dad and I are going to stop by and bring her supper, and do some chores for her." Sam realized he actually felt disappointed! As nervous as he was about it, he had been looking forward to being with her. "Damn, I'm sorry to hear that." "Maybe tomorrow?" Amy asked, hopeful. "Yeah! I... oh. Damn, I forgot. I'm helping Darren pick out a dress for his date. He's going on a date with Tony." Sam stammered, ...

... then realized that Amy was looking at him curiously, an eyebrow arched. He mentally cursed. "I... damn! I mean Dana, not Darren. I'm helping HER pick out a dress!" "Well surely that won't take all day. Maybe we can meet that evening? You can come over to our house, have supper, and then we can.. work on the project." She approached Sam. "Friday night is spaghetti night." She added with a smile as she drew close. Her eyes went from his face to his breasts. "Um.. yeah! Sure! That sounds great!" Sam said, his voice high- pitched. "Cool. I'll give you a call, or maybe email you my address." Sam realized that Amy's eyes were roving over his body. He backed away, blushing. Amy advanced on him, a predatory look on her face. "What's the matter Sam? I'm just admiring your body. You have such a fine body. I've noticed you checking out mine. Do you like what you see?" Sam's mouth moved, but he was struck dumb. "I've seen the way you look at me Sam. You're turned on by me! What excites you most, Sam? Is it my breasts? My legs? The way my hips wiggle when I walk?" she purred, her voice suddenly rough with lust. Sam felt his soft ass bump against the wall, and then Amy was on him, whispering in his ear, her warmth and smell surprisingly erotic! "What about me makes you moist, Sam?" she whispered huskily. Sam yelped as between his legs a hand pressed against his groin. Amy gently rubbed his pantied mound through the khaki shorts and little bolts of pleasure erupted in Sam's hips; his pussy ...