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High School Girls
A Rings of the Oni Story

by Jaana


"Three teenage boys find their simple lives completely overturned, and
their friendship put to the test, when an unexpected find grants them
both nightmare and gift beyond price."

*** WARNING: The following story contains graphic depictions of sex,
female transformation and female arousal. You have been warned! ***





"Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with
whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart."
- Marcus Aurelius, 'Meditations'

"For I have been a traveler in a strange land."
- Exodus 2:22



***
Chapter 1
***

Darren yelled as the floor rushed at him, his books spilling from his
hands. His breath burst out of him as he impacted on the floor, his
cheek smacking the ground hard. His glasses skittered across the
hallway, a lens rolling away from the broken frame.

"Ooops" Mike Kowalski smirked down at him, his foot outstretched.

"Watch where you're going, geek. I don't want any 'nerd' on my shoe,"
he commented, and pretended to inspect his foot. His friends laughed,
as did some nearby girls.

Darren got up, feeling around for his glasses. Mike stepped on his
hand, and Darren cried out in pain.

"What's that? I didn't hear that. You're supposed to be saying
something to me!"

"OWWWW! I'm sorry, Mike!"

"That's better. I won't be so forgiving next time!" His friends
laughed again, following him down the hall, remoras hanging from a
shark. Fucking bastard. Fuck him and his fucking suck-up friends,
Darren thought savagely.

Mike was the star on the school's wrestling team, handsome, built like a
slab of muscle. Competition among the girls for his attention was
fierce, despite him being an raging asshole. He was always surrounded
by friends hoping to benefit from the attention.

Bottom feeders, Darren thought disgustedly. Idiots. He picked up his
glasses. The frame was broken, and Darren swore. He put them on,
seeing the world rendered into both sharpness and blurry dullness. He
picked up the fallen lens and ducked into the bathroom. He tried to fix
them, but it was no use. He put them back on and looked in the mirror.
As usual, he hated what he saw.

A weedy, pimply looking teenager stared back at him through the one good
lens of his glasses. His Greek heritage came through in the black curly
hair on his head and olive skin, but those were the only positive
attributes about his appearance. His features were narrow and the eyes
large. It was not an handsome face. His slight build and weak chin
contributed to his general unattractiveness.

Girls never looked at him twice, and rarely even once. Except for Sam
and Joe, his best friends, he didn't have anyone. Probably never would.
He felt in his gut that he would always be lonely, and it was a knife
constantly twisting in his heart. He knew he was intelligent, even
charming. Knew he could be a great boyfriend, if anyone gave him the
chance. But it was all wasted because of an unlucky roll of the genetic
dice.

He sighed and left the restroom.


***


"So what did you do last night?" Sam asked, shifting the bookbag
hanging off his shoulder. He was an unremarkable teenager, his brown
hair framing a round face speckled with freckles. But his brown eyes
were sharp and keen, darting everywhere, missing nothing.

His companion, a stout man whose large jaw and muscled frame gave him
the appearance of maturity beyond his s*******n years, shrugged his
broad shoulders.

"I worked on the transmission. I finally got it assembled!" Joe was a
car freak, fascinated by all machines but motor vehicles in particular.
He dreamt of opening his own custom hot rod shop someday, and what time
he didn't spend with his friends he spent working on his custom Dodge or
tinkering with this or that mechanical part. He even kept a small
toolkit in his bookbag, 'just in case'.

Sam snorted. He, Darren and Joe were lifelong buddies, having grown up
together in the small mountain town of Shadow Creek.

"Gee, that's a surprise. Is there anything that you do apart from
tinkering? Besides wasting time with us, your non-mechanical buddies."

Sam looked at him and grinned. "I eat, I shit, and I waste time in
school."

"We need to find you a girlfriend. Shit, I'm surprised you don't have
one already!" Sam was perpetually annoyed at how Joe, with his blonde
hair, warm brown eyes and naturally muscular build; could really pick up
any girl with ease. But he never did. Sam and Darren frequently
encouraged him to, but Joe had always quipped that a girl would have to
love cars more than himself before he would date her.

Sam's mouth soured. The first time Joe had said that, Sam had exploded,
his fiery temper getting the better of him, as it often did. Even
Darren, who was normally a quiet guy, had yelled at Joe in frustration.
But Joe weathered it, as he weathered everything that came his way, and
Sam wondered if he could ever really be phased, by anything.

Joe quickly changed the subject. "I know what you did, last night!
Even I noticed that the night sky was clear yesterday. See anything
interesting?" Sam was an avid stargazer.

Joe knew that Darren and Sam, like many other teenage boys, had trouble
with the fairer sex. The fairer sex *was* trouble, Joe reflected
contentedly, and he was happy to not get involved. His hand and a porno
mag would always be enough for him. His true love was for cars.

"Oh, it was amazing last night. It was so incredibly clear. I was able
to sketch the Andromeda galaxy - normally it's just a blurry blob, but
tonight it was incredibly vivid!"

"A galaxy? Cool! Is it close by?" Sam winced, but knew that Joe was
not the sharpest tack in the box. Still, he was a good buddy. He was
looking forward to watching a movie with him and Darren tonight. As
friends, they were nearly inseparable, having grown up together.

They entered Shadow Creek High School (Home of the Mountain Marlins!)
where they met Darren.

"Aw man..." Sam said, seeing the broken glasses framing Darren's face.
"It's Mike again, isn't it."

Joe extended his hand, and Darren gave him the glasses, impelled by the
honest, appraising look on his face. Joe took the glasses, and simply
studied them as an interesting problem to be fixed.

"You can't just let this keep happening, Darren!" Sam cried.

Sam, on the other hand, was a meddler, quick to anger, but fiercely
loyal. In older days, Sam had bullied Darren much as Mike bullied him
now. The difference was that Sam and Darren had been ten, not nearly
18, and those encounters had actually grown into an honest friendship.
The thought of being friends with Mike made Darren want to puke.

"I don't want to talk about it, Sam! I appreciate that you're trying to
help, but it won't matter. In less than two weeks he's just going to be
a bad memory, anyhow!" School was ending, the end of their final year.

Sam fumed and Darren punched him on the shoulder. "Don't worry about
that jerk, Sam. We've got other things to worry about. Final exams,
and getting our diplomas."

"I still think you should stand up to him. You did to me, way back
when."

Joe had pulled out his small toolkit, and soon handed Darren's glasses
back to him. "There. That resin should hold until I can solder the
frame."

"Thanks Joe. Double rainbow all the way!" They chuckled at the
reference.

Darren drew comfort from their concern and their friendship, but knew it
was not in his nature to stand up to anyone. He had always wondered why
he had finally decided to stand up to Sam. Maybe it was kismet.

"C'mon, school's starting. Let's go." They entered into the school,
reluctantly leaving the sun outside. Summer was starting and the days
were getting warmer.


***


"Remember guys, tonight it's Prince of Persia!"

Joe groaned. "You know it's gonna suck. It's another fucking video-
game retread." He took another big bite of his burger.

"Uh-uh. I heard it's actually pretty good," Sam muttered off-handedly,
staring across the cafeteria.

Joe followed his gaze, half-knowing what he would see. Amy Feldman, of
course. Sam had been lusting after her for the better part of the year.
And why wouldn't he, he thought, chewing slowly. She was very pretty,
quite sexy. She had a strong face, sharp nose, and those shoulder-
length blonde locks threaded through with beads and plaits made her
stand out from the other girls. Her body wasn't bad either - trim and
athletic, small pert boobs and just enough hip and ass to stop her from
being a board.

Sam's far-off gaze was not lost on Darren either. "Jeez Sam, let it go
already! You asked - twice! The first time she let you down easy. The
second time should have been a huge hint!"

Sam winced. The memory of Amy scornfully calling him 'thick' was still
painful. He wasn't thick, he thought resentfully. He just wanted to
make sure. Unfortunately, the second time made it very clear that she
wasn't interested in him.

Life's unfair, he thought as he jabbed a french fry into a gob of
ketchup. They would be good together. She was smart, and showed it
frequently in classes, nailing their teachers with insightful questions
that left them stammering or blocking. The very way she had called him
'thick', where other girls would have settled for 'stupid' or 'moron',
made her different from the others.

Usually showing talent or intelligence at anything other than sports
garnered you scorn and got you called a nerd, a geek or worse. But Amy
was also good at sports too. He remembered when he had seen her swim
that one time. The thought of her in that sexy red one-piece... He
lingered on the mental image, feeling his cock start to swell, and
dashed it.

I am thick, he thought dully. And ugly. And a geek. Why would she go
out with me? It's a fantasy. He took some shallow satisfaction from
the knowledge that as far as he knew, she hadn't gone out with anyone
else either.

"Stop sulking, Sam. After all, there's plenty of fish in the lake," Joe
said philosophically and Darren laughed.

"What?"

"The sea, Joe. Plenty of fish in the sea!"

"Whatever," Joe said contentedly, taking another bite. "You guys know
what I mean." Their needling never phased him. He knew it was good-
natured, and knew he was a bit of a blockhead. He didn't mind.

"Yeah." Darren smiled. "Joe's right, Sam. At least you had the guts
to go and ask her. Lots of guys wouldn't even be able to do that!"

"Yeah, I know," Sam said dispiritedly. I don't want other fish, he
thought. I just want her.

Taking his mind off of it, he asked Darren, "Speaking of guts - you need
to stand up to Mike. I mean it. Thugs like him won't ever leave you
alone, unless you show them you won't take their shit."

Darren turned to his sandwich. "Leave it be, guys."

"We're your friends, Darren. You know you can count on us. But we
can't always be at your side," Joe said, looking down. Where did his
burger go? Damn, did he eat it already? He was still hungry. He got
up.

"I gotta get some more grub."

Darren and Sam watched him leave, then Sam turned to Darren. "He's
right. We can't -"

"Let it go, Sam! It's my business, not yours!"

Sam flinched. "Alright, alright. Don't get your panties in a twist.
I'll just say this, and drop it. At some point in your life, you're
going to have to take a stand. And the sooner you do it, the happier
you will be."

Darren scowled, annoyed. Happy? He somehow didn't think he'd ever be
truly happy. But as long as he had friends like Sam and Joe, he thought
he could at least be content. As for Mike... he mentally shrugged. In
less that a year, he'd be gone. MIT. Harvard. Some far-off university
where he could be among people like himself - intelligent, creative and
educated. He felt a stab of sadness at the thought of leaving Sam and
Joe behind. But these were the days of the internet, and he would keep
in touch. Come back occasionally.

Stephenson was right, he thought. The world is made up of Morlocks and
Eloi. He was a Morlock. People like him made the world run. Guys like
Mike were the Eloi. They looked good, and did the things that Morlocks
couldn't be bothered to do, like sports, or talking to other Eloi.

But like the mythical Morlocks, deep down he admired and resented the
Eloi, wishing he could be one, but was forever locked out from that
glamorous world.


***


The sky was dimming, a cool breeze blowing when the three friends met up
at Sam's house. The chill of spring was still in the air, but the rocks
still radiated the heat of the day and spoke of the promise of summer.

They were going to go to the movie together, taking a shortcut through a
local park to reach the downtown cinema. Joe's Dodge was temporarily
unavailable, its new transmission still lying on a canvas in his room.

They talked, laughed, swore and swung sticks, acting like teenage boys,
enjoying each other's company. Sam relished the conversation. He loved
the simplicity of his life, and felt sorry it was coming to an end.
With the end of high school came the onset of maturity, and he was
completely unsure what to do with himself.

They reached the highway that bisected the park, the trans-canada. It
was busy, but that was not unusual. Many people just passed through
Shadow Creek, their vehicles roaring into town to speed away to far-off
destinations on this or that side of the Rockies, with nary any impact
on the sleepy town. They waited for a gap in the traffic, and raced
through.

Sam and Darren continued up the ridge on the other side of the highway,
but Joe paused, spotting something half-hidden by dried leaves and
earth. He would have completely missed it, but a ray of the dying sun
had shone upon it and Joe noticed the glint of gold.

He reached down and picked up the metal ring. It was brass, or gold,
and still warm from the sun's heat. Tiny black letters, their shape and
meaning foreign to him, were engraved in the circumference. The ring
had no edges and was completely smooth. It was too large to be a finger
ring, but too small to be a bracelet.

Joe felt a tingling in his hand, and he felt his heart beat faster. He
ran after Sam and Darren, who were having a spirited conversation about
a video game, Sam outlining a strategy, Darren saying it was horseshit,
and then Sam vigorously defending it. Sam was always quick to feel and
show emotion.

The tingling did not stop, and Joe felt himself sweating. He felt a
sudden strange desire running through him. His crotch started to swell.

"What've you got there, Joe?" Sam asked, seeing Joe stare fixedly at
something in his hand.

"I dunno. Some sort of ring, I found it by the side of the trans-
canada." The strange desire built.

"Hah!" Sam said. "It looks like a cock ring!"

The words lanced through Joe. He immediately knew that it was exactly
that. He felt an insane urge to slip in on! His cock was a painful bar
of steel in his pants.

"Like you would know anything about that!" Darren quipped, punching Sam
in the shoulder.

"I've seen in in porno mags. It helps guys stay erect, I think."

"Gah! TMI! TMI!" Darren cried out in mock shock, but it was no big
deal. They often discussed sex and the things they'd like to do to
women, even though all three of them were still virgins.

Darren noticed the hard bulge in Joe's pants and turned away,
embarrassed.

"Um Joe, I know you're excited about finding the perfect girl, but save
it for your bedroom, okay?" Darren said, flushing as he stared into the
trees.

Sam's eyes darted to Joe's crotch, and he looked at Joe, who at least
had the good grace to grow red-faced.

"I... I can't help it guys!" He unzipped his pants, and Sam was shocked
when he unabashedly pulled out his cock! It was sizeable, almost seven
inches, and throbbed. The head was swollen and purple. He slipped on
the gold cock ring, sliding it down to its base. The cock swelled even
further.

"Whoa, this is weird!" Joe cried out. "It feels like it's massaging my
cock!"

"What, you fucking put it on?" Darren looked over his shoulder, and
then whipped his head back. "Jeeesus!"

"Quit fooling around, Joe! Like Darren said, save it for the bedroom!"
Sam said, somewhat disgusted, but also tempted.

Joe relished the sensation of the gentle pulsing for a moment, but then
a sudden wave of disgust came over him. Still, the guys needed to
experience this!

"You guys gotta try this!" Joe pulled the cock ring off his erect
penis, and tried to hand it to Sam, who stepped back.

"Ew, forget it! I don't want to touch anything your dick has touched!"

"Seriously dude, try it - feels damn good!" Joe's cock still felt hot,
and was rock hard. He tossed the gold ring to Sam, who caught it on
reflex. Joe tucked his erect phallus back into his pants, the bulge
still very obvious.

"Aw c'mon, this is dumb. You're not seriously going to put it on, are
you Sam?" Darren asked. "This is stupid. Let's get going, you two can
work out your frustrations some other time."

Sam stared at the ring in his hand. It was strange, but now that he was
holding it, he felt like he had to try it on. It seemed to pulse warmly
in his hand, and an answering throb emerged from his crotch as his dick
grew hard. He started to unzip his pants, and Darren, hearing it, felt
hot blood flood his face.

"Jesus not you too!"

Sam didn't reply as he eased his cock out of his jeans. Why was he
doing this? Staring at the cock ring, he suddenly felt that it was evil
- unclean - filthy! He made a motion to try and throw it away, but was
surprised instead when he placed it on his cock, shoving it down to the
base! Joe wasn't lying, it felt good. Damn good. Like it was hot and
slowly massaging his cock, which grew rock-hard.

Joe stared at Sam's cock and he felt saliva flood his mouth, and a
sudden heat in his gut. What the hell! He wasn't into dudes! But he
couldn't tear his eyes away from Sam's cock. His own dick was still
rock-hard, and precum was staining his boxers. He shifted, trying to
get comfortable. His boxers were riding up or something! He plucked
vainly at the seat of his jeans, trying to dislodge the red silk panties
that now nestled snugly around his hips.

Sam pulled the cock ring off and tucked his enlarged dick back into his
jeans. It was so hard! He'd definitely need to release some tension
tonight! He thought about his favorite porno mags, particularly the one
with that long blonde-haired vixen he so loved, and his cock throbbed
and he felt some precum smear onto his boxers. Damn that cock ring had
felt good!

"You definitely gotta try this Darren!" Sam exclaimed, holding out the
cock ring, as he wiggled his hips, trying to get his cock and balls into
a more comfortable position. He must really be harder than normal, his
normally loose boxers were very tight against them. He plucked at his
waistband, but he couldn't find the top of his boxers, which had
migrated a lot lower when they transformed into a set of lacy white
panties!

Darren turned around and looked at Sam.

"You're joking right?" But he saw Sam's eager face. Unwilling to be
left out, he reached out and took it.

"Well Sam, if it had been Joe, I'd have said no, but since it's you...
but turn around! I'm not going on display for you... I'm not gay like
you guys are!"

Sam laughed as Darren took the cock ring, but Joe did not. He was
feeling flushed and sweaty. Why wouldn't his erection die down! It
felt harder than ever, and his balls were pulling tight against his
body. It was starting to hurt.

Darren felt the cock ring in his hand. It looked and weighed like the
heavy metal it was, but felt warm and velvety. To his surprise, he felt
himself getting hard. Why not, what the hell... forgetting about his
earlier demand for privacy, he unzipped his pants with one hand and
pushed them down, then placed the cock ring on his erect penis. It
throbbed and pulsed warmly, and Darren restrained a moan at how good it
felt. Litle surges of pleasure were shooting into his groin.

The pain in Joe's crotch was starting to become intense, but all of a
sudden it vanished and he felt a warm, soothing liquid sensation in his
groin, almost as if he had taken a good piss. He quickly glanced at his
crotch, but it was dry. Relieved, he felt his erection subside quickly,
the painful feeling vanishing. Inside his jeans, his red silk panties
now clung tightly to a female mound, his cock shriveling quickly into a
pink, sensitive bud! In his hips, unnoticed, his new vagina twitched
softly. His pubic hair shriveled and softened into a soft triangle of
gold down.

"Feels good, huh Darren?" asked Sam, who like Joe a moment earlier, was
feeling sweaty and flushed, his own erection harder than anything he had
ever felt before! But then he sighed as he too felt the warm liquid
sensation of his balls pulling up into his hips to become fertile, egg-
laden ovaries! He wouldn't be so relieved about his softening erection
if he knew it was softening into a tiny pink clitoris. Sam's tangle of
brown pubic hair withdrew into an orderly triangle of auburn curls.

Darren felt a sudden revulsion, and pulled the cock ring off, his
throbbing purple erection bobbing slightly in the cool autumn air. Both
Joe and Sam stared at it, and both of them felt a twitching within their
groin. Darren tucked his cock away, feeling it throb in his pants. His
precum stained the fabric of his briefs, and after a bit of shifting and
fidgeting, Darren had on a pair of purple satin panties hidden
underneath his corduroys.

"This is a weird thing, man," Darren said, feeling flushed and sweaty.

He wanted to be gone. The whole experience was weirding him out.

"Let's go guys, the movie - remember?"

Both Sam and Joe enthusiastically agreed. Darren handed the cock ring
back to Sam, embarrassed at how hard he was. Sam unthinkingly put the
cock ring in his pocket, and all three left the clearing, leaving behind
nothing but a gentle sigh as, like with the other two, a female mound
bloomed between Darren's thighs, brown folds thatched with soft black
curls.


***


All three of them were unaware of their new moist pussies, but the cock
ring's effects were not done yet. It coursed through their veins,
bringing about new changes, laying magic deeply into their bones.
Around them, the world twisted in subtle ways.

All three of them felt weird and uncomfortable, as the curse continued
to shape their bodies into something utterly alien to their male minds.
All three absently scratched themselves as their body hair withered
away, and their skins smoothed and softened.

"We going to get there on time, Sam?" Joe asked. "I left my damn watch
at home," Joe said. He scratched himself. What a pussy you are,
letting myself get weirded out back there, he thought. It was just a
couple guys fooling around, some male bonding, nothing more! The image
of Sam's erect cock popped into his head, and he pushed it back out, but
not before he felt more twitching in his groin. Between his hips, a
tunnel started to swell, and beads of moisture formed deep within it,
starting to coat his new organ with female dew! It gathered in the back
of his new vagina, and slowly started to flow.

Sam checked his watch. "It'll be tight, but we'll make it."

Sam idly scratched at his chest, his nipples felt itchy. Maybe it was
because he still felt sweaty. On his smoothing, softening chest, wide
pink areola emerged around his thickening nubs, and the hard points
pushed through his t-shirt, rubbing against the inside of his coat.
Irritated, he unzipped it, enjoying the cool air on his sweaty,
smoothing skin.

Behind Sam, Darren's nostrils flared as he drank in Sam's scent. It was
a subtle, fresh smell, like that of a girl in bloom! He gazed at Sam's
back, bemused, a hand scratching his scalp as his hair subtly started to
grow. He grimaced as he felt a twinge in his back, and his new mound
swelled slightly, his inner walls starting to form pussy cream.

Meanwhile Joe was falling behind. He stopped again as he tried, for the
umpteenth time, to pull his boxers out of the crack of his ass. He kept
trying to, but his silk panties were simply digging in deeper into his
crack as his ass cheeks swelled, rounding and smoothing into feminine
orbs! Joe moaned as the panties tightened on his hip, the gusset pulling
tight against his sensitive mound. He felt an unfamiliar throb in his
hips as his vagina swelled and started to lubricate.

"C'mon Joe!" cried Sam. "We're late enough as it is! Get your ass in
gear!"

"Alright, I'm coming!!!" Joe yelled as he ran to catch up, his feminine
ass jiggling beneath his jeans. He didn't know what the hell was going
on inside his pants, but he'd find out when he got to the theater. He
patted his ass. Jeez, he was packing on the pounds.

The three boys made it to the movie theater just in time, the
encroaching darkness of the night helping to hide the slow changes
developing to them. They each paid for their tickets, Darren's voice
cracking as he said, "C'mon - it's almost starting!" and he and Joe went
on ahead. Sam didn't hear him, he was staring into his wallet. He
plucked out his driver's license. The photo of a long-haired redheaded
girl stared back at him, the name besides it reading SAMANTHA JONES.
Fuck! What the hell was this?

Somebody was playing a prank on him, he thought angrily as he shoved the
license back into the wallet. His lower back was hurting too. What a
weird night this was turning into. He disappeared into the dark
theater, where it was impossible to notice that his brown hair was now a
beautiful auburn.

All three of them joked and laughed at the trailers like young men often
do, then they settled in as the movie began. But Joe couldn't stop
fidgeting.

"Ants in your pants?" quipped Sam, as Joe tried to get comfortable.

The pain in his back was very sharp and strong, and he wiggled his hips
trying to get some relief. He tried slumping back and opening his
thighs, but instead of the relief he sought, he instead felt the
shocking sensation of fleshly, alien lips parting between his thighs,
and the even more horrifying feeling of liquid slipping out from between
them! His eyes bulged and he lunged out of his chair, knocking over his
drink and eliciting shouts of anger and dismay from Sam and Darren as he
got into the aisle and ran out of the theater room.

"What the hell is Joe's problem?!?" Sam asked, as he rubbed a swelling
nipple. Odd... his chest felt flabby. He rubbed the saucer-shaped
mounds again, feeling an unfamiliar throbbing in his pelvis.

"Beats me," answered Darren as he fidgeted, trying to get comfortable,
his panties riding up into his swelling ass, a nasty pain emanating from
just above his backside.


***


Joe ran to the bathroom, his eyes wide, feeling a slippery, sliding
sensation between his thighs as his new passage lubricated! More pussy
cream slipped out, forming a wet line on the gusset of his new panties.
"Oh shit... Oh shit...." he thought, "I'm bleeding... or I've peed my
fucking pants..." But deep down, he knew he was feeling something else,
something impossible. He felt another deep throb in his hips, and the
wet feeling grew.

He got into the men's room and quickly entered a stall. He was
struggling to undo his jeans when his hips bucked once, twice, three
times! He bit his lip hard in pain and a loud crack could be heard
coming from the stall, followed by a ripping sound! Joe, shaking, felt
a cool breeze on his ass, and particularly on a wet spot on his crotch.
He stared, wide-eyed, over his shoulder and saw that his hips and ass
had torn open the seat of his jeans! Worse, he could see that his ass
was swollen, round and hairless, and he could see red silk panties
riding up the deepened crack, giving him a classic womanly 'whale tail'.

His jeans were changing as he watched, the fabric knitting together and
changing color, leaving his legs to form a black ruffled skirt, hiding
his ass from sight.

"Oh my god... what the fuck... what the fuck..." he whispered, and then
shut up as he heard the door to the washrooms open and raucuous male
voices come in. He fumbled with the skirt, yanking it down over his
wide hips. He moaned as he got them down, revealing soft, hairless,
womanly thighs, and between them, his panties cupping a soft, curving
female mound! The gusset was decorated with a wet oval. He felt another
deep, pleasant throb in his groin, and the wet oval grew.

Unwilling to believe his eyes, he pulled the panties away from his
mound, and inside, he could see strands of female come connecting the
gusset to thick, female labia!

The strong odor of aroused pussy rose around him, and outside the stall
he heard someone shout, "Wooooo! Somebody's got it on! Save some of
that pussy for me, willya!"

Joe's mouth was open in a soundless scream. Behind his shirt, his erect
nipples pulsed, and started to push out through the t-shirt, which was
fast becoming something else.


***


"Maybe we should go and check on Joe?" Darren suggested. "He didn't
seem too hot." Darren tucked his hair behind his ears and looked over
at Sam, who was curled away from him.

"Sam? You okay man?" Darren asked.

"I'm okay," Sam answered in a curiously high pitched voice. "Go and
check on Joe."

He remained curled away from Darren. Darren threw him a curious glance
and then got up. It felt good to get up, his back was aching fiercely.
And he was gaining weight, he had never felt his chest wobble like this
before. He brushed his hair back again, irritably. He needed a
haircut, too.

He walked down the dark aisle, unaware that his shirt was lengthening,
sliding down around his hips, becoming a glossy silk! He felt strange
and uncomfortable, something was tensing in his hips, throbbing gently!
He stopped as he felt a strange feeling of moistness between his legs.
His pants started to tighten around his legs, the material transforming
from corduroy into something sleeker and thinner. His pantied mound
became suddenly visible as his pants finished transforming into
pantyhose, but then the hem of his lengthening shirt hid it once again.

Darren shivered as he suddenly felt his legs become cold, and rubbed one
with his hand. And rubbed again. Wide-eyed, he felt the pantyhose
covering his smooth thigh, and when he straightened, he suddenly felt
the new fabric of his shirt tighten around his chest. He looked down,
black curly hair slithering down around his face. His shirt was gone -
instead, the shimmering light of the movie screen revealed a white
floral dress!

Pantyhose-clad legs emerged from beneath them, and he could see cleavage
as soft mounds started to push out the front of the dress! His back
bucked, involuntarily, with a cracking sound. His new dress cinched
itself around his waist, a silver corded belt appearing out of nowhere!

Something pulsed wetly in his hips, and Darren suddenly felt a hot
warmth in his groin! He moaned and dashed for the exit. Between his
legs, the gusset of his panty sported a small, slick line of pussy
cream.


***


Sam heard Darren get up and leave, and writhed soundlessly in his seat,
one hand snaked under his shirt to cup a heaving, sweaty breast! What
the hell! This was impossible! The thick, erect nipples pushed into his
hand as the breasts continued to push out of his chest, and he could
feel a corresponding throb in his groin as unfamiliar muscles pulsed.
He had to get out of there! He tried to get up, to move, but the pain
in his back was paralyzing him. He arched it, desperate to get some
relief, and the flickering light of the cinema showed swelling, curvy
female breasts straining against his t-shirt. A loud crack echoed
through the cinema, causing the patrons to look about.

Sam stared down at his swollen chest, and then stared wide-eyed at his
newly widened hips. Staring behind him, he could see that his ass was
more padded than before. He got up, and abruptly thrust a hand into his
pants. He felt soft fabric covering a warm, curving flatness. He
pressed, and discovered a gulley in that flatness.

Okay. He was turning into a girl. Okay. He felt curiously calm. It
had to be a dream. A hand raised, hefting the swollen girlflesh on his
chest. A really good dream. Slender, pale fingers pinched the thick,
pink nub through the shirt, and he felt someone pinch his nipple, the
sensation shooting through his body and down to his groin! He felt an
unfamiliar muscle between his thighs clench wetly, and then slowly
relax, and he felt something in his hips swelling with female need!

IT WASN'T A DREAM! Sam gasped and lurched from his seat, his wide hips
swaying, his panties visible only for a moment as the pants warped and
shifted, changing into a short denim skirt! He gaped at it for a
second, seeing pale feminine legs emerging from beneath it, and then he
bolted for the exit, his breasts swaying wildly, a slippery, slimy
feeling between his legs. His long auburn hair brushed his shoulders.


***


Joe writhed on the toilet, both hands on his mouth, as he arched his
back. A hot, wet pleasure was rising in his hips, and as he arched his
back, his D-cup breasts thrust out, barely restrained by the babydoll T
and lacy black bra that he was now wearing. His jeans were no more,
instead a short black skirt with ruffles lay pooled around his feet,
which were nestled inside strappy sandals. The red silk panties, their
gusset wet with Joe's female juices, were stretched between his knees.
Between his pale, feminine thighs, a golden-thatched pussy was
quivering, his folds shining with juices. Above it, a swollen, smoothly
rounded bud had pushed out from underneath its hood. His labia parted,
revealing a pink, creaming hole.

"...u...u" Joe gasped, his hands not quite covering up the sound of his
strangled moaning. He shoved a slender, white hand between his ruby
lips and bit down hard as he could as he felt the pleasure crest! His
new pussy clenched, hard, and then he felt a spasmodic thumping and
flexing, as if his female tunnel was grabbing and releasing, grabbing
and releasing! He felt an aching, empty sensation inside of his hips
and was horrified when he realized he wanted it filled with something
hard! He felt his girl juices slip out of his thumping, flexing vagina,
flowing over his swollen nether lips and drip into the toilet bowl. He
felt a tickling around his neck as his straight blonde hair flowed down
to his shoulders and past it, reaching to mid-back in a shower of gold.

Slowly the quivering and thumping stopped, and Joe pulled his hand from
his mouth, not registering the taste of blood. His delicate folds
quivered and slowly closed over his girlhood, and Joe struggled not to
scream or pass out.


***


Darren stood in the empty theater hall, his mind reeling. A few
moviegoers were patronizing the snack stand, and nobody noticed the girl
wobbling in the dim light of the hall.

Darren struggled to stay standing as his runners somehow turned into a
pair of black heels! His curling black hair fell on either side of his
smooth, feminizing face to lay gently across the pert B-cup breasts he
now sported. His thighs were pressed together in a vain attempt to stop
the wetness in his groin, but instead the pressure on his inflamed mound
only made it more hot and more slippery! His mouth worked soundlessly
as he felt a throbbing, pulsing pleasure fill his groin, rising on a
tide of wet heat.

"Dana?" Darren, shocked, whirled around.

It was Tony, a handsome sophomore, admired by many of the girls at
school for his suave, worldly air and by the boys for his easy-going
charm and good nature. He had stepped out of the bathroom, his face was
filled with concern, pausing while his friends walked back into the
movie theater.

"Are you okay?"

"Yea-AA!" Darren cried out as he lost his balance and pitched forward,
the treacherous heels buckling under him. Tony grabbed him, holding his
close to stop him from falling and Darren stared into his face, wide-
eyes, as his new pussy throbbed and creamed! His breasts were crushed
against Tony's hard chest, and Darren was certain Tony could feel his
erect nipples pushing through his dress.

"Whoops! Got you. Are you okay? You look dizzy." Tony asked.

Darren got a whiff of Tony's masculine scent and it was too much, Darren
felt his bud start to tingle and the foreign slit between his legs start
to quiver, the pleasure cresting. He knew instantly that if he didn't
do something he was going to start moaning and screaming right there in
the theater! Desperate he grabbed Tony's face with his hands and kissed
him hard as he climaxed!

"UH..AH...UH!" Darren moaned as Tony, after a moment of surprise,
kissed him back! Darren's mouth opened as the pleasure in his hips
spiked, and Tony slipped in his tongue. They french kissed, Darren's
strangled moaning muffled as his vagina started to flex and thump! He
felt a hard bulge push out of Tony's crotch into his soft belly, and he
moaned, his new pussy quivering and throbbing as his juices slid out
between soft, swollen nether lips, soaking his panties! His vagina
pulsed, wanting to knead and stroke the hard cock pressed against
Darren's lower belly. The smell of an aroused woman rose around them,
and Tony broke the kiss, his face incredulous.

"Holy shit... Dana... did you just...?"

Darren flushed so furiously he thought his face would burst into flames.
He dashed past Tony and ran down the hall and into the men's room!

Tony stared bemused as Dana entered the wrong washroom. What the hell
was that? Did she really just come from being kissed? The smell of
aroused pussy was still present in the air. If she hadn't come, it had
been damn close. Shaking his head, he tried to take his mind off his
rock-hard erection and returned to the dark theater. He spent the rest
of the film mulling over the encounter.


***


Darren ran into the bathroom and collided with with someone, the both of
them falling to the floor. Darren pushed himself up and stared at the
girl he had just knocked down. Her pale face surrounded large,
expressive blue eyes above a pair of full, ruby lips. Long blonde hair
fell down over her slender shoulders and onto a baby-T, which was
straining to contain a pair of heavy D-sized tits. Her black, ruffled
skirt pooled around her hips, revealing pale and smooth feminine legs
rising up into perfect female thighs. Beyond them, Darren could see red
silk panties cupping a smooth, feminine mound. The gusset was soaked
through with juices!

Somehow, he knew who the girl was!

"Joe?" He asked, trembling on the floor. He slapped his hands to his
mouth. A girl had asked the qustion.

Joe stared at the girl who had just ran into him. She lied sprawled on
the floor, pushing herself up on her arms, her legs spread. Her olive-
colored skin and curling, black hair suggested mediterranean ancestry,
as did her narrow, oval face, large and bright black eyes, an almost
crooked roman nose, and plump red-brown lips. The white floral dress
she wore was thigh-length but was pulled up by her sprawled legs, whose
slender female shape was highlighted by the black pantyhose she wore.
Purple satin panties were visible around her hips, the gusset wet with
female come. The cleavage of her dress nicely showed the tops of her
pert breasts.

Somehow, Joe knew who she was!

"Darren?" he answered, hearing his own voice come out low and feminine!

"WHAT THE FUCK!" the two girls shouted in unison! Trembling, they both
got up, staring wildly at each other, holding onto each other, each
aware of the other's soft, female flesh.

"What's going on here?" An usher arrived, annoyed. Joe and Darren
jumped.

"This is the men's washroom. The woman's is down the hall."

"We're leaving!" Darren said, shocked at his clear, high-pithched
voice, and he left, dragging Joe.

"What the hell happened to us?!?" Joe whispered, his voice low and
sultry.

"Oh fuck, fuck, I don't know... somehow we've turned into girls!"

"It can't be. That's fucking insane. We're insane, or this is a
horrible nightmare!" Joe moaned in fear.

"Let's find Sam." Darren said.

"Sam?"

"Yeah, I dunno... I think he may be like us, too!"

Joe gulped and nodded, and they both ventured out into the hall, just in
time to see a girl with long wavy auburn hair, clad in a short denim
skirt and a black vest, dash out of the theater and into the lobby,
where she passed out of sight. Joe and Darren looked at each other, and
then dashed after her, aware of female flesh bouncing almost painfully
on their chests, of wide hips rolling beneath short skirts, and of
still-wet pussies between their shaking thighs.

They left the theater in time to see the girl dart into an alley, and
they followed, finding her leaning against a wall, gasping. Her gasping
turned into a strangled moan, and then into a soft, feminine grunting as
her hips shook and trembled! Joe and Darren looked at each other,
embarrassed, realizing that the girl was feeling a thumping, creaming
girl's orgasm! Their own pussies twitched sympathetically.

After the girl had finished gasping and moaning, she turned around.

"Sam?" Darren asked, staring at the sexy redhead. Her skin was so pale
it was almost translucent. Her denim skirt was stretched tight across
her female hips and below the hem slender feminine legs reached down to
black, sparkled slippers. Her black vest was open, and below it a brown
sleeveless shirt clung to her hourglass figure. C-cup breasts pushed
out her top, the straps of a white bra barely visible on her shoulders.
Her long, slightly wavy red hair flowed over a V-shaped face. Bright
green eyes, filled with tears, framed a small, pointy nose and generous
pink lips.

The redhead nodded, and started to cry. Darren just stared, his own
eyes filling with tears, and then all three girls were crying,
overwhelmed by the shock and the horror of suddenly finding themselves
on the wrong side of the gender fence.




***
Chapter 2
***

In a park nearby the movie theater, three teenage girls sat on a bench,
their arms crossed as they shivered in the cool night air. They didn't
seem to notice the chill, however, as they whispered urgently to each
other.

"Look at this. I noticed it before we got into the theatre, so I don't
think it started there - it must have begun when we found that cock
ring."

"Shit! Mine's changed as well!"

"Mine too!"

Darren stared at his health card, at the smiling girl above the name
"DANA DIODORUS". He had pulled it from a small purse he had discovered
slung on his shoulder. He remembered that Tony had called him 'Dana'
before... before... he flushed and stammered,

"I don't think it's just our clothes and ID guys... I think everybody
else sees us differently too."

Joe looked up from his ID. It bore the name "JOANNA MAYNARD".

"What, you mean..." he started.

"I mean the world thinks we're girls, that we have always been girls!"
Darren burst out, not wanting to believe it.

"That's not possible!" Sam cried out. "How could that be? It would
have to be..."

"Magic?" Darren supplied.

Sam stared at him, and then started searching the pockets of his vest
with his slender hands. He produced the cock ring. The others stared
at it, at him, and then at each other.

"Maybe we can go back!" Joe whispered in a breathless girl's voice, and
grabbed the cock ring. Darren and Sam looked at each other, already
realizing the sad truth. But Joe just flipped up his ruffled black
skirt, revealing his red silk panties, the gusset still wet.

He pulled it down and then stared, crestfallen, at the cleft mound he
now possessed. He tried pressing the cock ring over where he thought
his clit must be, but apart for the pleasurable sensation of something
pressing on his soft vulva, nothing happened.

"C'mon.." he whispered frantically, "C'mon!" It had to work! It needed
to work! He wasn't a girl, damn it!

Sam and Darren watched him try, staring at his new golden-thatched
pussy. Each of them felt a sinking sensation in the pits of their soft
bellies as they were acutely reminded that they, too, now sported cleft,
moist vulvas.

Joe continued to push on the cock ring, and then started to beat it into
his groin with a fist, and Sam and Darren, shocked, restrained him,
pulling the ring from his shaking hand.

"FUUUUUCK! NOOOOOO! I DON'T WANT TO BE GIRL! OH GOD! PLEASE!" Joe
screamed in panic, and Sam and Darren glanced up and down the deserted
street!

"Shut up you idiot! You think you're going to get your cock back,
screaming like that?" Sam growled in his cute voice.

"C'mon Darren, it's not working! But there's got to be another way,
don't worry, we'll change back, just calm down, please!" Darren pleaded
as he saw a man step out of a nearby convenience store.

"Everything all right?" the man called out.

Darren licked his lips, registering lipstick, and plastered a smile on
his face and shouted "It's okay! He...She's just had a messy breakup!"

The man shook his head and returned to the convenience store. Sam
hugged Joe, who as weeping as he pulled his red panties back up.
Darren, numb, sat down on the bench and watched the theater empty as the
film they had started watching finished. It was only an hour and a half
ago, but it had felt like forever.

The three girls watched the crowd slowly s**tter, enduring many a lewd
look from the teenage boys in the crowd. Darren felt his heart jump
into his mouth as he watched Tony with a group of his friends pass by.
Tony turned to look at him, and Darren felt his new pussy throb and his
heart hammer. He looked like he was going to approach him, but then one
of his friends called out and he rejoined them.

The three girls sat together silently, their minds racing. Occasionally
one of them would start to say something, but the sound of their new
female voice would silence them, and they would return to brooding.

All three of them jumped at a loud chiming coming from Darren's purse!
Darren dug through it, his arms rubbing the sides of his breasts, and
retrieved a small cell phone decorated with sparkling beads. He flipped
it open and stammered,

"Hello?"

The voice was tinny but loud, and both Sam and Joe could hear it.
"Dana, you're late! I told you a million times, if you're going to go
out with your friends, you could at least have the courtesy to tell me!
NOW GET YOUR ASS BACK HOME!"

"Y-yes, Dad." Joe and Sam's eyes widened as Darren flipped the phone
closed.

"G-go home?" Joe stammered.

"I hadn't even thought about it. What are we going to do? I don't want
to spend another day as a girl!" Joe suddenly wailed.

"Oh don't get your panties in a twist." Darren snapped and all three of
them winced at the sudden realization that they really did have panties
now.

"Sitting on a bench all night isn't going to get us anywhere. My
family, at least, thinks I'm a girl. So I'm going to go home, go to
sleep, and hopefully tomorrow think of something to do."

And with that, Darren walked off, the click-click-click of his heels
receding into the distance.

Sam and Joe watched him go. Sam stood up, and started to walk away.

"Where are you going man?" Joe heard his throaty voice ask, and hated
it.

Sam turned back to him, shaking his red locks out of his face.

"I'm going home, Joe. What the fuck else am I going to do!" he
snarled. "This is all your fault, you jackass!" His voice lowered,
trying to approximate a man's deep voice, but it came out a cute parody.

"It feels like it massaging my cock! You guys gotta try this!" Sam
mocked. " 'Seriously dude, try it - feels damn good!' Why did I
fucking listen to you?"

With tears in his eyes, Sam turned around and stalked off, his ass
jiggling beneath his denim skirt.

Joe stared after him, the guilt slamming home hard. It really was his
fault. But how could he have known? Still, he thought, he had acted
like some stupid immature k**. What kind of moron sticks some ring he
finds on the side of the road on his erect cock, and right in front of
his friends, and then encourages them to do the same?

Joe felt the cold evening air swirl around his bare legs, and shivered.

Joe stared at the cock ring in his hand. What was he going to do? What
if there wasn't a way back? His soft mound still ached painfully where
he had tried to force the cock ring on.

He heard a rustle in the park behind him, and jumped. He realized, with
a shock, that he was a teenage girl, by himself, in the dark, downtown.
Ordinarily not a concern, but now he felt horribly vulnerable. He jumped
up, stuffing the cock ring into the purse he discovered hanging off a
shoulder, and left, acutely aware of the sticky, moist pussy between his
thighs.


***


Darren looked at the front door of his house with trepidation, unsure of
what waited within. Light still shone out of the windows. His parents
were undoubtably waiting for him. Darren shivered, and rubbed his hands
up and down his pantyhose-clad legs. As he bent over, he was aware of
his breasts jostling within his bra. Being a girl was so unlike being a
guy. He felt so soft, strangely weak and vulnerable. Everything seemed
to get in his way, from his wide hips, to his soft breasts, to his long,
curling black hair. Everything about being a girl was... inconvenient.
And exciting!

He was shocked at the thought, but slowly realized that he did find
being a girl exciting. He felt... special. Blessed, even! You're in
shock, he told himself. You need to sleep, and tomorrow you'll realize
how bad the situation is. Right?

Darren glanced at his bike, which he had left outside earlier, leaning
against the house. When he had last seen it, it had been a metallic
blue mountain bike. It was different now. It was still metallic blue,
but it had changed into a more casual riding bike. Everything seemed to
confirm to Darren that he had been right - everything had changed,
except their own awareness. If this hadn't happened to Sam and Joe as
well, Darren thought, he would have thought that he'd gone batshit
insane - suffered a psychotic break or something.

It was a curse, he realized. The cock ring had cursed them. They
needed to find a way to break it. Assuming, he thought, that he
survived the parental wrath coming his way.

Gritting his teeth, he opened the door and stepped in.


***


Sam slipped into his room, gently closing the door behind him and
flicking on the light with a pale, slender hand. His house hadn't
seemed to change, and as usual his parents hadn't seemed to care that he
was out late - they were fast asleep, the house dark, when he had
returned. If it weren't for the female flesh jiggling or the soft,
feminine clothes he wore it would have felt utterly familiar. But now,
he stared at his room, shock rooting him to the spot. It was his room,
but at the same time, weirdly altered. It had been girlified!

It was the smell that hit him first - the smell of a stranger. A girl.

The posters of hot rods and fast cars that Joe had given him were all
missing from the walls. However the pile of magazines on his nightstand,
the school textbooks on his desk, and clothes s**ttered everywhere were
all familiar. But everything else was different. The posters of hot
models in swimsuits, as well as the astronomy posters, were gone,
replaced by posters of handsome rock stars or gothy actors.

His dresser, whose top was normally covered by sketches and eyepieces
for his telescope, now sported small bins and cases of makeup, jewellery
and accessories. A nearby bookshelf held dozens of small stuffed
a****ls instead of the astronomy books he had spent so much money on.
His telescope was missing completely.

He blinked, tears coming to his eyes. That was a low blow.

The clothes s**ttered on the bed and the ground weren't jeans, t-shirts
and boxers but instead skirts, panties, bras and tops. It was sort of a
relief, Sam thought hysterically, that even as a girl he was still a
slob, and he felt tears start to sting his eyes.

Shaking, he took a deep breath, u*********sly smoothing his denim skirt.
Suddenly he realized how exhausted he was. Without even bothering to
undress, Sam shoved clothes and magazines onto the floor and collapsed
in bed, feeling his breasts flatten beneath him. In seconds he was
asleep.


***


Darren winced as he closed his bedroom door behind him, shutting out the
ringing shouts of his parents. It hadn't gone too well, and not in the
direction he had expected. It wasn't that he had been out late - it
was, apparently, the company he was keeping. They had a problem with
Joe!

Why, they would not say outright. But between mutters that she was a
'bad influence' and 'would lay her astray' (Her? Her!) he had gathered
that people considered Joe to be a bad girl, one with a reputation.
He'd have to warn Joe about that tomorrow.

Aside from that, he realized that he had enjoyed the chewing out. Being
yelled at was so parental, and aside from feeling more protective of his
female virtue, his parents had not seemed to notice his altered state.
He sighed and flicked on the light, looking around.

He was surprised. His room didn't look any different! But then he
started noticing subtle differences. Darren was a bit of a neat freak,
meticulous and organized in many ways, and his room reflected it, with
everything in its place and organized according to his needs. Posters
of the stars and galaxies, as well as a poster of Einstein, still
decorated the walls of the room, but a poster of Marie Curie was new.
The bedspread was slightly different, more colourful and embroidered on
the edges. A couple of neatly stacked jewellery and makeup boxes sat on
top of his dresser. The corner of a panty stuck out from under the lid
of his laundry basket, and some of the pencils on his desk were capped
with colourful erasers. His computer bore some colorful flower decals.
But the differences were really minor.

Intrigued, he opened his closet, and frowned. The change was very
obvious here. Girl-Darren obviously preferred dresses and skirts to
more functional clothing, or maybe this was the influence of his mother.
She had only let it slip once, but Darren knew his mom had always wanted
a girl. Enjoy it while you can, mom... he thought, because it won't
last long. Sadly.

Stop it, Darren thought.

He closed the closet door, and stared at himself in the mirror. The
girl looking back was sexy without a doubt. He couldn't believe he was
her! He watched an olive hand rub the girl's cheek and chin, and felt
soft, smooth skin. He tittered suddenly, realizing that he'd never have
to shave his face again!

Weary, he pulled the white floral dress over his head, conscious of the
fabric running across his sensitive breasts, causing his new pussy to
twitch, and of the female smell of the fabric. He stared in the mirror
at the sexy, dark-haired girl wearing a purple satin bra and matching
panties, her legs clad in dark pantyhose.

The sight made his pussy twitch again, and he was conscious of a growing
warmth in his groin. He flushed and turned away from the mirror, his
hands fumbling with the clasp of his bra. He finally got it off and
stared as the perky breasts on his chest, his dark nipples erect. He
hefted one of them, feeling the supple, female flesh in his hand and
conscious of his soft mammary being squeezed! He moaned as he felt his
vagina throb, the feeling of warmth giving way to a moist clenching, and
a vague feeling of emptiness. He couldn't feel it, but his birth canal
was coating itself with pussy cream, the warm juices slowly flowing
towards his swelling vulva.

Female arousal was so strange, so inverted from normal. He pulled off
his pantyhose, revealing his slender, feminine legs. As he pulled it
off, he couldn't help but stare at the panty-covered mound between his
legs. All of his brief adolescent life he had hoped to get some pussy,
and now he had gotten one, in the strangest way. He stared at the dried
oval stain on the gusset, and blushed, thinking of how he had orgasmed
in Tony's arms!

The desire to play with a female vulva warred with the apprehension of
confronting the core of his new femininity, and his exhaustion weighed
in. He decided to leave off exploring to tomorrow, and pulled off the
panties, feeling cool air on his hot, moist folds. He tossed the
panties into the laundry hamper, and caught of whiff of aroused pussy.
His confused male mind reacted to the smell by ordering his penis to
erect, but instead a wet, creaming passage swelled and engorged, his
female body readying itself for the penetration of a thick, steely cock!
The moisture in his vagina doubled. Darren felt the swelling inside his
hips. It was incredibly foreign, almost like a cock was swelling, but
inside of him! It was accompanied by an aching empty feeling.

He quickly rummaged through his underwear drawer, pulling out a pair of
white cotton panties, and slipped them up over his hips, feeling them
cup his heated, moist pussy. He looked for his PJ's, and but found a
soft cotton nightie instead. Smiling (why was he smiling?), he pulled
it over his head, and adjusted his breasts within it. Exhausted, he
slipped into bed, quickly falling asleep. Between his legs, a spot
appeared on the gusset of his panties, quickly growing into a small oval
as his pussy relaxed, his juices slipping out.


***


Joe opened the front door to his home and slipped in, glad to be back.
The walk back had been a nightmare. His pussy had twitched constantly,
remaining moist and warm, his mind constantly aroused by the feeling of
soft skin, the whisper of female clothing, the soft mounds gently cupped
by the bra on his chest, and the swing of his female hips. His large
breasts were both arousing and annoying.

"Hey Joanna!" Joe froze at the unexpected sound. His brother, Jack, was
seated in the living room sofa, watching a late-night horror flick. He
turned around, gazing at Joe. "You've gotta check out this flick! It's
gotta be one of the stupidest horror movies ever!" He turned back to
the TV, where some blonde girl, tentacles writhing from a hole in her
chest, was sucking the heat out of what appeared to be some numbnuts
frat boy.

"Um... I'm tired." Joe startled again at the musical voice coming from
his mouth. "I think I'll just head to bed."

"Your loss, s*s." He turned around, and this time he had an unhappy
look on his face as he looked over Joe. "another night on the town,
huh. You know, you're going to end up pregnant if you keep dressing up
and hunting boys like that."

Joe flushed. Where did the prick get off... Frustrated, his voice came
out more venemous than he intended.

"Mind your own business, Jack!" he hissed, and Jack had scowled as he
walked upstairs to his room, his heels making a clack-clack-clack sound
on the wooden steps. Each step caused the foreign mounds on his chest
to jiggle, and he felt the panties subtly stretch on his cleft mound as
he climbed, yet another reminder that he was a girl.

"I'm just sayin..." Jack called after him.

Fuming, Joe ignored him. As he reached the top landing, a door opened
and Joe's mother stepped through, dressed in a nightgown, a vexed look
on her pretty face. She had had both Joe and Jack when she was barely
out of her teens, and now in her mid-thirties her face, which would have
been beatiful in other circumstances, was drawn by stress and worry
until it resembled a much older woman's.

"Joe... where have you been? It's late, you have school tomorrow!"

"I...I'm sorry mom. I didn't mean to come back so late." Joe replied,
and was shocked to see his mom wince as if expecting to be lashed. The
vexed expression slowly gave way to a surprised expression, and Joe was
suddenly conscious of Jack at the base of the stairs, also looking at
him with a surprised expression.

"What