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The Ring Synopsis: A magical ring has different effects on two friends. My life would have turned out WAY different if I had just lived a few blocks farther away from my high school. But I'm getting ahead of myself .......... Mack and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. We grew up in the same neighborhood, were in the same classes in middle school and now high school, played on the same Little League and Pop Warner Football teams, and now that we're juniors in high school, have the same taste in girls - big boobs - even though neither of us is going steady at the moment. In appearance though, we're not that much alike. Mack has about 30 pounds on me with brown eyes and dark brown hair, a muscular build and football is his sport. I'm about the same height as Mack but with a slimmer build at 120# and with dirty blond hair and blue-eyes - and track and cross country are my sports. But there's just something about our personalities that draws us together. That's not to say that we never argue - I ended up with a black eye and Mack got a split lip during one of our "arguments" - but we always calmed down afterwards and remained friends. One of our first arguments was over Mack's name. You see, his first name is really "Mackenzie" but he doesn't want me to use it - says that it's too "girlie" - although there's nothing girlie about Mack! We live just a bit less than a mile from our high school. We used to be able to ride the "yellow monster" (school bus, actually) to school but several years ago the School Board decided to save money by only providing rides to students who lived more than a mile from school - so we can't ride the busses, and have to walk to school. The walk isn't too bad except on those really cold days during the winter or when there's a hard rain. So during the half hour or so it takes us for the walk we'll just talk about whatever is on our minds. Our talks usually fall into two categories - either sports or girls boobs. Walks on Tuesdays are a little more interesting as that's trash pickup day and it's interesting to see what folks have thrown out as we walk along. There's one house that always puts out several dozen empty beer cans in their recycling bin so you can guess what they do in their spare time. And then there's the house that throws out several dozen empty large cans of cat food every week - wonder what that place smells like inside? And high on our list of places to check out is one of the fraternity houses that we walk past - there's usually a girlie magazine or two in the recycling bin. Usually after school we'll end up over at Mack's house where his mother will fix a snack for us. My parents run their own consulting business and they work long hours and are frequently out of town on business trips - sometimes I can go for a week or two without seeing much of them. So Mack's parents are sort of, like, well, stepparents for me. So anyway, we were walking to school today and since it was Tuesday, keeping a lookout for what people were throwing out. It looked like one of the bigger and older houses on one block was being renovated as there was a huge pile of stuff by the sidewalk. I wasn't exactly sure of the history of the house as it had been vacant and boarded up for as long as I could remember. But some of the other kids had been talking about how a long time ago it had been a meeting place for some sort of religious group. Not a mainstream group but some bunch of people that practiced some sort of strange rituals - they were rumored to be witches, or Satan worshipers, or something even worse. As the story went, many years ago someone had died during one of their rituals and the rest of the group had quickly left town without reporting the death, and it was only several weeks later when the neighbors noted the front door standing open and when one of them went in to investigate, and found a badly decomposed corpse. After that the house stood vacant and boarded up - till today, anyway. But now the doors and windows of the house were open, several contractors' vans were parked in the driveway and it appeared that the house was being renovated. It looked like the first task had been to clean out the debris left by the previous owners as there was a huge pile of "stuff" by the curb, awaiting the arrival of the trash pickup truck. Mack and I stopped and looked at the pile of trash, sizing up whether there was anything of interest in it. Most of it was useless - old pieces of wood, bags of trash, scraps of clothing, some broken furniture and the like. There was one piece that caught our eyes, a large high-backed chair, almost like a throne, carved out of some dark wood. The carvings on the chair were what most interested us as they depicted men and women, generally unclothed, engaged in various activities, most of which were better left undescribed. Also of interest was that a number of the figures appeared to be ..... well ..... they appeared to look not completely ..... well ..... not human - having bodies that resembled humans but which differed in ways from what is usually considered normal. Were it not for the fact that the chair weighed several hundred pounds and couldn't have been easily carried, I think that Mack and I would have "adopted" it and brought it to my home to be hidden in the back of the garage until we could have thought of some use for it. About that time Mack nudged me and held out his left arm, pointing to his watch and reminding me that we were on the verge of being late for school. We turned away from the pile of trash and began sprinting to school, but not before I reached into the pile of trash and grabbed a small leather bag as a souvenir, stuffing it into my backpack as we ran along. After school that day Mack had football practice and I had a track meet so the small bag was largely forgotten for several days till the following Saturday when Mack was over at my house and we were playing some video games in my bedroom. "Remember that bag you picked up last week?" he asked. "Was there anything interesting in it?" "Never looked at it," I replied, "think it's still in my backpack." And reaching into my closet, I withdrew my backpack, placed it on my bed, and reached down inside and rummaged around the accumulation of homework papers, two textbooks, a well-thumbed girlie magazine from the fraternity house, a pair of track shoes, smelly cotton socks and several half-eaten candy bars before finding and withdrawing the small bag. Holding it up in the light in my bedroom it appeared anything but interesting, the leather being discolored, stained and cracked, and it gave off a slightly unpleasant moldy odor. I remember wondering for a moment whether it might contain body parts but immediately put that thought out of my mind. The weight of the bag indicated that it contained something however and I loosened the drawstring that held the bag closed, upended the bag and dumped its contents out onto my bed. There didn't appear to be anything of great interest, some oddly-shaped crystals, a few small knives - badly corroded - and one with some reddish stains on it - dried blood maybe? And finally, a large, heavy ring several inches in diameter made of some dark brown material. Picking The Ring up I looked at it and tried to imagine what use it might serve. Turning it over in my hand I noticed that it felt quite heavy for its size, and also strangely warm, and that there was what appeared to be some engraving on the inside diameter of the ring in a strange-looking script that was difficult to read. Holding The Ring up to the light, I could just barely discern a single word of the inscription, "CHANGE." Without thinking why, I idly placed The Ring on my left thumb - nothing happened except that The Ring was so big it almost fell off. Continuing to play with it I put it on my left index finger, and then my left middle finger - still nothing. But when I placed it on my left ring finger, The Ring immediately shrank so that it was a perfect fit to my finger and a strange feeling passed through my body as the room seemed to blur for a second. I was brought back to my senses when Mack cried out, "HOLY CRAP Dev! What did you do to yourself?" "Why nothing .........." I began so say and then realized that my voice was now softer and much higher pitched. I reached up to feel my throat and saw that the fingers on my hands were now ..... thinner, with beautifully manicured long fingernails, and that my skin was soft and a light pink color. I also felt my ..... my HAIR! Instead of the shaggy buzz cut that I had moments ago; my hair now reached below my shoulders and was glossy and much fuller. "Oh Crap," I remember thinking, "What's happened to me as I turned and examined my reflection in the mirror. But what stared back at me was not the usual face of Devon Baker but the face of a ....... a beautiful teenage girl. A pretty face framed by wavy blond hair, green eyes, full sensual lips and ..... and turning my glance downward, a pair of perky breasts straining against a white blouse. Below the breasts was an exposed midriff with a narrow waist and below that a slightly rounded tummy with a small diamond stud in its navel and hips that swelled out and stretched tight the fabric of the low-cut hip-hugger jeans. Had the situation been different I would probably have thought that this was a seriously hot babe that I should ask out on a date. But it wasn't a babe but me, Devon Baker. A guy, not a girl. As I raised my hands up to my face to feel it and see whether I was dreaming or something - the motion of my arms caused my breasts to jiggle a little under my blouse - "Oh My God," I thought, "I'm not even wearing a bra!" As I held my hands up to my face I noticed The Ring on my left hand - "Could this be it," I thought in a panic and quickly reached over with my right hand to see whether I could free my ring finger from the embrace of The Ring. Surprisingly it slipped off easily and I was once again holding a large circular brown ring in the palm of my right hand. There was that momentary strange feeling in my body again and the room blurred again and I was again looking at the familiar face of Devon Baker in the mirror. "What the hell happened," I gasped, turning to Mack. I don't know," he replied, "one minute it was you and then a second later there was this girl, and then it was you again. What the hell did you do?" "I don't know," I said, my voice shaking with some emotion. Fear? "I just put this ring on and then took it off. Here, you try it. See if it does the same thing to you." "You kidding?" Mack said backing away from me. "Who knows what it might do to me?" "Look," I said, "I'm the same old Dev - no tits or anything" and that broke us both up and our laughter broke the tension in the room. "Well, okay," Mack said, "But if I turn into some horrible monster and kill and eat you or something, it's your own damn fault," and he took The Ring from me and slipped it onto his ring finger. Mack's image seemed to blur for a second and in place of my friend, stood a ..... well ..... a weightlifter ..... or maybe a bodybuilder. The "new Mack" must have weighed over 200# and was wearing only a tight pair of shorts that clearly revealed his heavily muscled thighs, his six-pack abs below his massive pectorals, his heavily muscled shoulders and rippling biceps. Mack turned in front of the mirror, examining his new appearance and lifting his arms and clenching his fists as he posed in front of the mirror, examining the rippling muscular body that he saw in its reflection. Finally, after what seemed like forever but which was probably much less than a minute, he grunted in amazement, pulled The Ring off and after a short blurriness of his image, the person that stood in front of me was the old familiar Mack. Neither Mack nor I understood what had just happened and whether we had really both changed - me to the opposite sex and Mack to a muscle-bound "hulk" - or whether it had been some sort of illusion. And if we had really changed, whether there would be any after effects. We both agreed that The Ring was best left alone and returned it to the small leather bag which we hid in the back of my closet. Still unsure of what, if anything, had happened to us, we left the bag in my closet and did not speak of what we had experienced in my room that day. After several weeks where I nervously checked my body and my reflection in the mirror in my bathroom several times a day for any hint of a change - either the changes that had taken place as I put The Ring on my finger that day - or any other type of change, and finding none I began to relax a little. Apparently that one time use of The Ring had not resulted in any permanent changes. Nevertheless the power of The Ring was too great and neither Mack nor I wanted to experiment with it further. Months passed and The Ring might have stayed there in my closet, possibly forgotten, if I hadn't been alone in the house one night. It was a boring Friday night. Mack had a date and I didn't. My folks were off at some conference for the weekend so I was alone in the house. I ordered a large pizza with all the toppings for supper. I'd found that if I was careful not to do it too often, I could swipe a beer or two from the cartons stored in the garage and my folks would never notice. So after half a pizza and several beers I was pretty relaxed. There was nothing good on TV so I rented a pay-per-view movie to watch. I was careful not to pick anything X-rated or with a suggestive title - I'd done that a couple of times in the past and Dad really got on my case when the cable bill came and he saw what I had been watching. But I did find an R-rated teenage "make-out" movie that had a fairly innocent title. So I was sitting in front of the TV watching the movie and working on a third and then a fourth beer when it got to the scenes where the boy was playing with the girl's tits and I got pretty turned on so I masturbated a couple of times. Around 10pm or so after I?d watched the movie and then gone back and watched the ?good? scenes a second time I was kind of tired ? a couple of long distance runs that week had tired me out and the four beers hadn?t helped any. So I shut off everything downstairs, stumbling a couple of times and bumping into things, ?Man, did I get a nice buzz on," I thought, and made my way upstairs, bracing myself against the walls for support, made it into my room and collapsed on my bed where I rested for a minute or so as the room stopped swirling around me before pulling off as many of my clothes as I could easily reach and finally getting under the covers and immediately passing out. Must have been hours later when I slowly came to in the middle of the night and took several minutes to remember where I was and what I had been doing hours before. At one point I thought I might have to toss my cookies but the momentary nausea passed and I just lay there in bed, enjoying what remained of the beer buzz. As I was lying in bed and rerunning in my mind some of the make-out scenes from the movie ? trying to decide whether I wanted to jerk off again ? I began to wonder what it would feel like to be a girl and to have someone play with your tits. I knew what it felt like from the guy?s standpoint because one of the girls I had dated, Janie, was pretty willing to do almost anything I wanted, stopping short only of ?going all the way," but I wondered what it would feel like to the girl. ?Well, there?s one way to find out," I thought, so I got out of bed, walking a bit unsteadily to my closet, got The Ring out of the bag, and got back in bed. ?Here goes nothing," I thought as I slipped The Ring on my ring finger. There was that funny sensation for a moment and then as I lay on my back, I could feel the added weight on my chest and realized that The Ring had changed me as it had done before. I brought my hands up and cupped my tits ? rubbing them a little and enjoying both the feeling of warmth and softness and the sensations of having my breasts fondled. I enjoyed how my nipples hardened as I stroked them and how good the stroking felt. I could see why Janie had liked to have me play with her tits. Then I began to wonder what it would feel like ?.. like ?.. well, you know ?.. ?down there.? So I slowly slid my left hand down to my crotch. After a moment of panic when I realized that my dick and balls were no longer there, I slowly and gently examined my new ?equipment.? After a little stroking produced some pleasurable feelings, although feelings that I had never experienced before, I slowly inserted one finger into myself and began to rub gently. That felt so good that the first finger was followed by a second and then I began to stroke deeper and faster. Soon I came and experienced a climax totally different than I had ever had before. As a boy I had rapidly built to a climax that was over within seconds, but as a girl I took longer to reach a climax, but once I did waves of pleasure rolled through my body for what seemed like forever as I moaned in pleasure and thrashed about in my bed. As I lay there, exhausted, I suddenly thought, ?Oh my god! Suppose I can?t change back?? And in a panic I ripped The Ring from my finger, experiencing the funny sensation again. Half afraid of what I might find I slowly slipped my left hand down to my crotch and felt ?.. my ?original equipment?. Thank God! The change wasn?t permanent ? even after I had masturbated as a girl. I didn?t sleep very well the rest of the night as I was still ?keyed up? from what I had experienced, as well as the aftereffects of the beer ? but I was excited in a way that I couldn?t remember being excited before and I tossed and turned for hours before falling into a fitful sleep early in the morning as the effects of the beer finally began to wear off. When I awoke in mid-morning and the hazy memories of the previous evening returned, I immediately jumped out of bed, stripped off my pajamas and ran into my bathroom where I stood in front of the mirror and examined every inch of my body for any evidence that I looked ?.. well ?.. any different since wearing The Ring last night. Finding none I breathed a sigh of relief and made a promise to myself that The Ring was too powerful and I knew too little about it to use it again. Yeah, well, that promise only lasted a couple of weeks. During that period my thoughts kept returning to the strange excitement I had felt during and after wearing The Ring and I increasingly felt drawn to experience that excitement again. Finally, as I was getting ready for school one morning I put on The Ring before showering and examined my naked girl?s body in detail. I was almost hairless except for a very little blond hair in my armpits and a tiny patch of curly blond hair in my pubic region. My breasts were good sized but not saggy and they had delicate pink aureoles tipped with large nipples that hardened as I stroked them. Entering the shower, I enjoyed the sensation as the hot water splashed over my new body, and the way my breasts jiggled a little as I moved around. I soaped up my body and as my hands passed over my slippery skin I was getting increasingly turned on. If it hadn?t been for the fact that Mack was going to stop by shortly to walk to school with me I would have masturbated in the shower but ruefully removed The Ring, changed back to my boy?s body, shaved, got dressed and was ready when Mack rang the doorbell. ?You look a little different this morning," he commented as we walked along. ?Your face is a little flushed and you?ve got kind of a smile on your face.? ?Oh, nothing special," I said, ?it?s just a nice day and I?m in a good mood.? I didn?t want to tell him about the excitement I was still feeling after my experience in the shower that morning. It was a week or so later that Mack asked, ?Uh, Dev, you still have that old ring or did you get rid of it?? ?Oh, I think I still got it," I replied, not bothering to mention that I had been putting on The Ring and wearing it for short periods of time every couple of days. ?Do you think that I could ?.. well ?.. like ?? borrow it sometime?? To be honest I wasn?t that wild about letting The Ring out of my possession but I guess that it was as much Mack?s ring as it was mine so we talked a little more and we finally agreed that we?d share The Ring: a week for me; a week for him; a week for me ? and so forth. So we settled into that routine. The only problem was that toward the end of the week when Mack had The Ring, I was really, really looking forward to getting it back from him and slipping it on my ring finger. Now, neither of us talked about what we did when The Ring was in our possession, or wore it in the presence of each other, but I think that both of us guessed what the other was doing. Partway through the fourth or fifth time that Mack had The Ring for a week, I was feeling kind of ?.. well ?.. funny, or jumpy, or like I needed to do something but I couldn?t seem to remember what it was that I had to do. There wasn?t much going on that day so I rode my bike over to the mall and just wandered aimlessly through the aisles. Without consciously thinking about it I entered the Limited Two store and walked over to the girl?s underwear section where I found myself staring at a display of the styles of girl?s panties they offered. I realized that something had drawn me to this display and that I felt a compulsion to buy some panties. I might never have followed through had not I heard, ?Can I help you with something?? I turned and there was a middle-aged, slightly plump saleslady standing behind me. ?Oh, uh, yes," I stammered, ?my sister wanted me to buy some, uh, some ?.. some, panties for her." The lady smiled at me and asked what size me sister wore ? like brothers came in to buy panties for their sisters every day. ?Oh, umm, about the same size as me," I answered, blushing. And the style," she asked. ?I think, uh, those ones," I said as I pointed to some plain white nylon panties marked ?Boy Shorts.? Blushing like mad I completed my purchase, certain from the way that she looked at me as she rang up the sale, that the saleslady knew that the panties were not for my ?sister.? Back home I went up to my bedroom and examined my recent purchase. What had I done? I had just gone into a store and bought some girl?s underwear? I couldn?t imagine what had driven me to do that and as I stood there with the panties in my hand I was thinking that this must be the strangest thing that I had ever done, and wadded up the panties, tossed them into the back of my closet, covered them up with some dirty clothes and went down to the kitchen to forage for snacks in the refrigerator. And that?s where the panties remained for the next several weeks. But as time wore on, I found my thoughts increasingly drawn to the panties lying in the back of my closet and I began to feel an increasingly strong desire to try on a pair. When I awakened in the morning and opened my closet door to get some clean clothes my gaze would be drawn to the pile of dirty clothes and I would begin thinking about what lay concealed beneath them. Or I would walk past the closet as I returned from school and an image of girl?s panties would float through my mind. One morning I picked up the newspaper to check out the Sports Section and then the Comics and a flyer fell out and dropped to the floor. As I bent over to pick it up I saw that it was an advertisement from one of the local clothing stores and there, facing me on the exposed flyer was an advertisement for girl?s panties. I gasped as I saw the advertisement and felt the strong desire to go up to my bedroom and try on a pair of the panties hidden in my closet. ?Come on," I thought, ?This is too weird ? guys don?t wear panties? and I tossed the advertisement into the kitchen wastebasket where it remained till I had to empty the wastebasket several days later. As I was emptying the wastebasket into the trash container in the garage several pieces of paper fell out and landed on the garage floor. Bending down to pick them up I saw that the top piece was - the advertisement for panties and an overwhelming urge began to build up in me to go up to my bedroom, retrieve a pair of the panties and try them on. After several moments I managed to finish emptying the wastebasket and began to walk back to the kitchen. But a moment later I realized that I had walked through the kitchen in a daze and was now ascending the stairs to the second floor and my bedroom, still carrying the empty wastebasket. Still in the daze I dropped the wastebasket which tumbled down the stairs, walked into my bedroom, opened the closet door and looked down at the pile of dirty clothes on the floor. My vision seemed to narrow and all I could concentrate on was the pile of dirty clothes and thoughts of what lay hidden beneath them flooded through my mind. I slowly bent down, brushed the clothes aside, picked up a pair of panties and held them up to look at them. Again, there was that momentary daze and when I snapped back to consciousness I realized that I had stripped off all my clothes and was in the process of pulling the panties up over my legs. Unable to stop, I continued pulling the panties up, soon had them firmly settled on my hips and reached down into the tight fabric to adjust my dick so that it felt less cramped. Oh my god! I was amazed by the way the smooth fabric felt against my skin. I stood in front of my mirror, admiring how pretty the panties looked on me, well, except for the way that they ?.. well ?.. that they showed the bulge in my crotch from my ?boy parts.? So I stuffed as much of my ?boy parts? as I could back down between my legs to minimize the size of the bulge and pirouetted in front of my mirror admiring how I looked in my girl?s underwear. I pulled on my jeans and enjoyed the way the low-cut panties allowed my lower tummy to rub against the rough inside of my jeans and the way the jeans slid over the smooth fabric of the panties as I walked along. ?Oh, this is wonderful," I thought, ?I wonder why I never tried this before?? The feeling of excitement was almost as strong as when I wore The Ring. I wore the panties around the house the rest of the day, continuing to feel excitement at the thought that, under my clothes, I was wearing girl?s underwear. As I was getting ready for bed and I was getting ready to remove the panties, the thought flashed through my mind, ?Well, it?s just me alone in the house, and there?s no reason why I shouldn?t just wear them to bed, is there?? so instead of pulling on my boy?s pajamas, I just crawled into bed wearing my girl?s panties. As I lay in bed, enjoying the feeling of the sheets against my body as I wore only a skimpy pair of panties I reached down and began to stroke the bulge in my crotch ? gently and slowly, and then harder and faster, and faster still till I came and shot my load into the panties. Exhausted, I drifted off to sleep. Awakening the next morning it took me several moments to realize that I was still wearing the panties from the previous day and I got out of bed, stripped off the soiled panties and tossed them on the pile of dirty clothes in my closet and walked into the bathroom to shower. After school that day I didn?t even think about the panties I had put on the day before, nor did I think about them for the next several days. But when I was doing my laundry at the end of the week and picked up the soiled pair of panties to put them in the washer, the uncontrollable urge to go back to my room, pull off my boy?s briefs and pull on a fresh pair of girl?s panties built up in me ? and I gave in! Since that time I?ve begun wearing the panties more and more often and was soon wearing them most of the time except on those days when I would have to undress in front of the other boys during Phys. Ed. There was something about the way I felt when I was wearing the panties ? sort of an excitement or exhilaration ? and within several weeks my boy?s underwear had been mostly relegated to the back of my underwear drawer. I had returned to the store and bought several additional pairs of panties in a low rise bikini style in yellow and pink colors and with lace trim along the openings. I enjoyed the feeling of anticipation on those mornings when I would be able to wear panties that day, as I laid my various panties out on the top of my bed, and admired them before deciding which pair to wear that day. And even when I had to wear my boy?s briefs to school, they would be replaced with a pretty pair of my girl?s underwear as soon as I returned home from school. I have no idea what it was that compelled me to go to the mall and buy my first pairs of girl?s underwear, but now it just seems completely normal to be wearing them as much as possible in place of my ugly boy?s briefs. I was shaving this morning and I noticed that my beard wasn?t as heavy as it used to be. Now I never had a really heavy beard or anything, and since my hair is light colored my beard isn?t as noticeable as Mack?s. With his black hair if he doesn?t shave every day his stubble is really noticeable. So the next day I was getting ready to shave and as I ran my hand over my face the stubble wasn?t really noticeable so I skipped shaving for that day. And eventually I was only shaving once or twice a week at the most. There were one or two times when I wondered why my beard had gotten so much lighter but since I was never into facial hair like some of the guys at school who had long sideburns, mustaches and goatees (Well, at least some of the guys tried but sometimes the results were pretty sparse and disappointing.) it didn?t bother me that much. And anyway, on those days I didn?t have to shave I could sleep a few minutes longer and that?s always a plus. Mack and I were sitting at a small table in the cafeteria at school today having lunch when I noticed that Mack kept glancing at me. Finally I asked him, ?Like, is there something wrong?? ?Uh, no," he responded, ?it?s just that there?s something about you that?s, uh, different.? ?Like my hair is messy or I?ve got a bunch of zits, or something like that? I asked. ?No, nothing like that, it?s just that you act a little different. Nothing that I can put my finger on. But whatever it is I kind of like it.? Well, I?m never one to turn down a complement so I just smiled at him and continued eating my lunch. On one of the few occasions when Dad was home for a couple of days while Mom was still travelling, he decided that he and I should go out for supper together, sort of a ?boy?s night out.? So we went to a local steakhouse and he ordered a couple of beers while we were looking at the menu. At the beer order, the waitress looked a little doubtful but did bring them to our table. After placing our orders Dad was trying to get me interested in talking about the latest NHL lockout while I was trying to talk to him about this new dating show on cable that I liked when he looked at me and gruffly asked, ?Are you doing that on purpose?? I started to ask, ?Huh? What are you talking about? Like, I?m not ??" when I suddenly realized that my voice was higher pitched than usual. I coughed and cleared my throat and drank a little water and got my voice under control, bringing it back down to my normal boy?s pitch, and continued the conversation with Dad, switching to the NHL subject although I really wasn?t that interested in it. Over the next month or so I found that it became more and more difficult for me to speak in a normal boy?s voice even when I wasn?t wearing The Ring and finally I decided that it wasn?t worth the effort and just let my voice permanently shift to a higher pitched and softer girl?s voice, eventually getting to like my ?new voice? and accepting it as normal. Except on those few occasions when I have The Ring and when my parents are home, I?ll put it on almost every night as I get into bed and wear it throughout the night. It?s kind of neat to stand in front of the mirror and watch my heavy cotton boy?s pajamas morph into a sheer girl?s nightie with my breasts straining against the thin fabric as I put the ring on. Wouldn?t want to do that when my parents are home on the off chance that one of them might see me in my girl?s body ? and I for sure wouldn?t want them to hear me moaning in my high girlish voice when I masturbate in bed! And then there?s that kind of a ?high? feeling that I get whenever I?m wearing The Ring ?.. While Mack and I still have other friends, we?ve been spending more and more time with each other ? we just seem to feel more comfortable being in the company of each other than in the company of the other kids. I got kicked off the track team the other day ? I had been missing too many practices and meets so that I could watch Mack?s football games. (The last several months he?s developed into one of the best players on the team with his increasingly muscular build and strength. It?s kind of curious in a way ? he was always more muscular than me but it?s surprising how rapidly he has developed recently. He?s also been letting his beard grow a little ? and it came in black and thick.) And it wasn?t like I minded getting kicked off the track team. I haven?t enjoyed track as much lately and my times had gotten worse so when the coach called me in and diplomatically said that ?You might want to focus your energies on some other sport," I was like, ?Yeah, Okay. Whatever.? It?s funny, but when I?m not wearing The Ring I?m left-handed and my writing is typical boy?s writing ? well, maybe worse than typical boy?s writing not so much writing as an almost illegible scrawl? at school I usually have to print everything or use a word processor so that the teachers can read what I?ve written. But when I?m wearing The Ring I?m right-handed and write with a beautiful script. Last week I turned in an essay in English 3 that I had written the previous weekend while I was wearing the ring and the teacher looked at it and then said, ?Devon, that?s not your handwriting. Did you write this or did someone write it for you?? ?Oh, that?s my work all right. It just looked kind of messy when I wrote it," the teacher smiled knowingly at that point, ?so I asked my ?.. uh ?.. my girlfriend to copy it for me," I said as I blushed. The teacher accepted that explanation. Well, it was partly right, wasn?t it? Something strange happened in gym class at school today ? well, strange things usually happen in gym class when you get a bunch of testosterone- jazzed teenage boys into a class where they?re active and competitive and the testosterone is joined by high levels of adrenalin - slapping each other with wet towels, nude runs around the indoor track, impromptu wrestling matches, that sort of thing. But this wasn?t something strange for the other guys, this was something strange for me. Whenever we?ve had an active gym class, the coach will make us take a shower before we change back into our school clothes. To do this we have to go to our lockers, strip off our clothes and put them in the lockers, grab a towel and walk down a short hallway to the showers. The showers are really just a big room with a bunch of shower heads along the walls ? no privacy at all! Before I started wearing The Ring occasionally, it didn?t bother me to be showering, naked, with a bunch of boys ? but lately I had begun to feel more modest and a little uncomfortable exposing my body to the sight of the other boys. So I usually showered in a darker corner of the room where I had more privacy ? not that I looked any different, because I wasn?t wearing The Ring to school, but it just seemed, well ?.. sort of wrong ?.. to have the boys see my naked body. So anyway, I was in the shower, lathering up with soap and then rinsing it off and then repeating the process. I guess that I never mentioned it before but I have the usual amount of body hair (at least when I?m not wearing The Ring, that is). Now my body hair is a very light color so you don?t really notice it ? as opposed to Mack?s dark thatch ? so it usually takes me several rinses to get all the soap out of it. But during the second rinse something felt, well, kind of funny ? like I was getting these ?clumps? of something in my hands as I rubbed my body under the spray of warm water. I looked down and the ?clumps? were actually wads of body hair. As I rinsed off, more and more of my body hair was coming off in the rinse water and after several minutes the only hair left on my body was on my head. Well, that wasn?t completely true as I examined my body as there was just a tiny patch of golden hair just above my ?boy parts? ? but nothing else ? not even in my armpits. Wrapping my towel around myself to cover up as much of my body as possible, I walked back to my locker, dried and dressed and spent the rest of the school day trying to figure out what had happened. When I got home that afternoon I stripped and examined myself in the mirror in my bathroom. Yep - not a bit of body hair except on my head and a tiny little patch in my crotch. And there was something else different ? my skin looked softer and had this pinkish ?glow? to it. Wondering if it was irritated from whatever had caused my hair to fall off, I went to the corner drug store and bought several bottles of nourishing body lotion in several different fragrances and, returning to my bedroom, decided which fragrance I liked best and then applied a liberal coat of the lotion to my body. In addition to making my skin even softer it gave it this slightly slippery ?.. well ?.. ?moisturized? feeling. I couldn?t believe how much better I looked and felt without any body hair and spent some time in the briefest of my bikini panties admiring my reflection in the mirror. Since then, when I wake up in the morning I?ll apply a coat of the moisturizing lotion to my body ? selecting from one of my favorite fragrances ? and really enjoying the way my boy?s clothing feels against my soft and glowing skin. Over the past several months I?ve slowly acquired a pretty good collection of girl?s clothing. Now it wasn?t as if I went to the mall and bought all the clothes during a major shopping session. But since that time when I felt compelled to buy the panties and then was so pleased with the result, every three or four weeks I?ll get that funny feeling again that I need to do something and I?ll find myself drawn to the mall and to a display of a particular type of girl?s clothing in one of the stores. The first time it was panties, and the second time shorts. The shorts were followed by tank tops and camisoles, and they were followed by a number of tightly-fitting low-rise girl?s jeans. The jeans in turn were followed by blouses and sweaters, and then by some sexy-looking sleepshirts and nighties. My final compulsion caused me to buy a number of shoes ? from open-toed sandals to several pairs of sandals with 4? spike heels. No bras though ? even as a girl when I?m wearing The Ring I?m not comfortable wearing a bra ? and it?s not like my girl?s tits are huge and floppy or anything ? just pert and cute! Even though I had bought a number of girl?s clothes I didn?t wear them, I just hung them up in my closet or put them in one of my dresser drawers, and occasionally I?d find myself just picking out a particular piece of clothing and thinking about how pretty it was and a few times I even found myself standing in front of a mirror and holding a particular piece of clothing up against my body and wondering about how it would look if I were actually wearing it. But even though something had driven me to buy the clothes, I was reluctant to wear them. After all, how many guys do you know who wear girl?s clothing? Then one winter morning when Mack and I got to school and we were hanging up our heavy winter parkas in our lockers, Mack glanced over at me, and then took a closer second look before he said, ?Dev, I don?t think that I?ve seen you wear that shirt before.? I looked down and, oh gosh, it wasn?t a shirt at all, it was a light blue girl?s blouse that I?d bought weeks ago but never worn before! Somehow when I got dressed that morning I had picked out the blouse instead of one of my boy?s shirts and had put it on without even realizing it. At first I was really embarrassed when I realized that I was wearing a girl?s blouse to school, but at least it was one of the blue ones instead of one of the pink ones, and unless someone really looked carefully at it they would probably never realize that it was a girl?s blouse instead of a boy?s shirt, and I couldn?t really go back home and change into a boy?s shirt, so for the rest of the day I just sort of pretended that there was nothing unusual in the way I was dressed that day. And other than Mack, no one else at the school commented on my clothes so everything worked out okay. Except that towards the end of the day whenever I?d pass a mirror, or a glass display case where I could see my reflection, I?d find myself thinking that my girl?s blouse really did look pretty on me and eventually I was really, really happy that I?d put it on that morning. After that first time I found that I?d occasionally put on one of my pieces of girl?s clothing and wear them to school without initially realizing what I was wearing. But at least the pieces I was unconsciously led to pick out were the ones that were more of a ?unisex? design and were less obviously girl?s clothes. But once I had worn a particular item and enjoyed how pretty it looked on me I?d consciously wear it again and again. And eventually I was wearing all the new clothes that I had bought ? even the ones that were obviously very feminine looking ? but I saved those for just around the house and didn?t wear those to school. I love my new girl?s clothes. There are a couple of reasons for that ? the first is that when I put on The Ring and become a girl, my boy?s clothes become girl?s clothes ? but not necessarily the kind of girl?s clothes that I want to wear ? they?re not all that comfortable to wear around the house and some of them make me look ?.. well ?.. sort of trashy. The other reason is that when I?m just around the house ? even when I?m not wearing The Ring - I just feel more comfortable wearing girl?s clothes - it just seems more natural or something, and I really like the way I look when I put on my girl?s clothes and examine my reflection in the mirror. Of course when my folks are home I?ll limit myself in what I?ll wear in front of them ? limiting myself to the more ?unisex looking? of my girl?s clothes. When Mack?s over at my house though and it?s just the two of us, I?ll wear all of my girl?s clothes and Mack has complemented me several times on how nice I look in them ? and that made me tingle with pleasure a little Surprise! My parents actually spent a weekend home for a change. It?s not like we have a lot to say to each other when they?re home or anything ? mostly they just talk about their work or are making preparations for their next business trip. So anyway, one Saturday morning, Mom and Dad were sitting at the table in the kitchen drinking coffee and reading the paper when I walked into the kitchen and began to warm up some leftover pizza in the microwave. ?Why Devon, I see that you?ve let your hair grow out," Mom said. Frankly I hadn?t paid much attention to my hair during the year or so since I first wore The Ring, but when I looked at my reflection in the glass door of the microwave I realized that my buzz cut had grown out really, really fast and my hair now nearly reached my shoulders. And it seemed to have a slight wave and be fuller and a lighter shade of blond than I remembered it had been before I started getting a buzz cut several years ago. ?Huh? Oh yeah," I said, ?that?s the style now," unconsciously reaching up with my hand to brush some of the strands of my hair out of my face and flipping them up behind my ear. Later, in my room, I looked at my hair more closely and thought, ?Man, that is so way better looking than that buzz cut.? But I wondered why I had never realized before today that it was growing out and how much better it looks now as I turned around in front of the mirror to see how my hair now looked from all angles and how it silkily swung back and forth as I moved my head. Mack has The Ring this week, so you can guess what that means ? when I want to masturbate I have to use my dick. Now my dick is still there, unchanged, as big as ever, and when I play with it, it feels as good as ever. But when I was playing with it in the shower this morning I found myself thinking that while it does feel good to play with it, it is kind of ugly to have something like that hanging between my legs. And I do like the way I look ?down there? much better when I wear The Ring. During that week when Mack had The Ring, I spent some time working on my hair. Although my hair is much fuller and looks so much nicer these days as it now reaches an inch or two below my shoulders, it still looks, well, sort of ?sloppy.? There are these boys at school that have long hair but none of them do anything with it ? just keep it brushed back from their face, and I had been doing the same thing with mine. But looking at it in the mirror one morning I just got this feeling that it could look so much nicer if I just took better care of it. I remembered that my mother had flirted with becoming a beautician when she was in high school and still had several boxes of equipment and supplies in the garage so I located the boxes and spread everything out on the floor of my bedroom and looked through the instructions on which scissors were used for what effect, how to thin hair (something I DIDN?T want to do), how to trim to a uniform length, and so on. I started by trimming the ends of my hair so it wasn?t so ragged, followed by a shampoo and application of a conditioner. Then I just started experimenting with my hair: pulling it back in a ponytail; or just brushing it straight back from my face; or parting it in the center or on the left or on the right; or letting it drape down over one of my eyes ? you get the idea. All of a sudden I looked in the mirror and thought ?Oh Wow that looks so great. That?s the style for me," and I vowed to keep that style in the future. But something else about my appearance didn?t look right ? my eyebrows. Although a blond color, they were thick and bushy and looked out of place on my otherwise pretty face. So I dug through the equipment and instructions and found out how to shape my eyebrows using tweezers. After an hour or so of painful tweezing, the result was two thin eyebrows that arched nicely over my eyes. I also put on just a little eye shadow and when Mack picked me up the next morning he whistled and told me how pretty my new hairstyle looked. I just giggled and blushed a little. Of course, Mack could stand to take a little more pride in his appearance. Recently his eyebrows have gotten really thick and bushy, and in fact meet over his nose ? the result being that he?s sporting a thick, black ?unibrow? these days. The curious thing was that the next time I put on The Ring and looked at my reflection in the mirror there was something that looked ?.. well, I can?t really explain it but there was something in my appearance as a girl that startled me. I took The Ring off and looked at my reflection, put it back on and looked at my reflection, and then took it off again and looked at my reflection before I suddenly realized what had startled me ? my hairstyle, eyebrows and eye shadow were now almost exactly the same when I was wearing The Ring as when I wasn?t! Without being aware of what I was doing, when I had been styling my hair as a boy last week and then working on my eyebrows and eye shadow, I had made my appearance as a boy exactly match my appearance in those areas as a girl. Wasn?t that a funny coincidence? Several weeks later, as I was drying myself off after a shower, I noticed that my pecs seem to be a little bigger than I remembered them ? and a little less muscular and more soft and rounded. Now I?d never developed the prominent and sculpted muscles on my chest and abdomen that some of the kids at school who work out with weights had. I wasn?t a 97-pound weakling or anything but I did have a firm abdomen with barely noticeable abs and my pecs were firm and hard. Now don?t get me wrong, my pecs hadn?t turned into anything like girl?s breasts but they did look a little softer and more rounded these days. I decided that I did like the way they looked and how they jiggled up and down just a little on my chest as I bounced up and down on my toes in front of the mirror. I was wondering what caused the change and I guessed that I?d probably been snacking too much as I lay in bed at night and read my fashion magazines, and that the few pounds that I?ve gained had gone to my ?.. well ?.. to my chest. But since the change in my chest doesn?t bother me, I guess that there?s no reason to try to lose the weight, is there? It seems like it bothers me more these days when I see something around the house that isn?t neat and tidy, or something that is out of place. So usually when I get home from school I?ll spend an hour or so dusting and vacuuming and just keeping everything looking nice. When I?m cooking I don?t want to take the chance that any food or grease will splatter onto my nice clothes so I found several of my mother?s aprons and wear those when I?m cooking ? actually, after one time when I got a little furniture polish on my slacks I?ll wear an apron when I?m cleaning as well. The one thing that I hate about cleaning the bathrooms is cleaning the toilets. Like, no matter how careful I am when I?m not wearing The Ring and am peeing into the toilet bowl, it?s really hard not to get a couple of drops of pee on the seat, or the top of the bowl or on the floor. So after one time when I was on my knees and wrinkling my nose as I cleaned around the toilet it suddenly came to me ? why pee standing up and make a mess? I don?t know why I?d never thought of that before but it suddenly seemed just so logical to just sit down on the toilet instead of standing up ? even when I wasn?t wearing The Ring. So now whenever I need to use the toilet, I?ll just squat down on the toilet instead of standing up and trying not to miss when I pee into the bowl. Over the last couple of months I haven?t gained any more weight, but it seems as if my weight has redistributed itself on my body. I think that it?s probably because I?m not on the track team anymore ? with all that exercising giving me a big appetite. In fact, I realized that I?m really eating a lot healthier these days. Breakfast will usually just be low fat yogurt, lunch will be a small salad, and for dinner I?ll usually just have another salad and some rice and a small piece of chicken. But anyway, above my waist I?m about the same size, maybe a bit softer and less muscular ? but below my waist I?m a little bit heavier as my hips and thighs seem to be a little fuller and softer. The result is that my boy?s jeans were way too tight and uncomfortable and my girl?s slacks and jeans fit me much better and I liked the way I looked in them ? the way I filled them out and the way they showed off my new ?curves.? So I?ve pretty much given up wearing any of my boy?s jeans lately and have been wearing my girl?s jeans and slacks all the time ? even when I go to school. Along with relegating my boy?s jeans to the back of my closet, I?ve done the same with the rest of my boy?s clothing and wear girl?s clothes all the time now. I didn?t make the switch from boy?s clothes to girl?s clothes all at once ? first I started with blouses and sweaters, and then moved on to slacks and girl?s jeans, and eventually to open-toed sandals. I got some stares from the other kids at school at first but that eventually stopped. I?ve also noticed that above my waist, my chest and shoulders are less muscular these days and I just look ?.. well, softer. The areas around my nipples are a little fuller now and they have begun to jiggle just a little as I walk. It looks kind of neat the way you can see a little of their motion when I?m wearing one of my tighter blouses. With my arms and chest being less muscular and softer these days, I?ve noticed that I don?t have as much upper-body strength anymore. Doesn?t really bother me that much but when Mack and I were walking home from school last week, I was struggling with my heavy backpack and some extra books I?d checked out of the library for a project. Mack must have noticed that I was struggling and getting tired as he said, ?Here Dev, let me carry those for you," and he took the books and backpack from me and added that to his load as if they didn?t weigh anything at all. Gosh, Mack is so strong. Anyway, ever since that time he?s been carrying my books and things for me all the time, even when we?re just walking through the halls at school. And when he borrows his parent?s car when we?re going out to a movie or something he?ll open the door for me when I enter and leave the car. That?s so thoughtful of him. Sometime during the summer, Mack stopped using The Ring completely ? one weekend when it was his turn to take The Ring and I offered it to him, he just said, ?Naw, Dev, you can keep it for another week.? And then when I offered it to him a week later his comment was just he?d ?gotten everything out of it that he wanted? and that I could keep it and if he ever wanted it in the future that he?d ask me for it. Of course, that didn?t bother me at all. I was thrilled that I could keep The Ring in my possession and wear it all the time when I was home, or even when we were someplace where it was just Mack and me. We went to a movie several days ago and as the lights dimmed and the picture started I slipped The Ring on my finger and felt that rush of excitement that wearing it brings me as I leaned over and snuggled up against Mack as he put his arm around my shoulders. I kept thinking about Mack?s comment about ?gotten everything out of it that he wanted? and wondered what he meant by it. I mean, Mack?s not really changed or anything, and he acts the same. The only real difference is that he?s gained maybe 75 pounds in the past year (he confided to me that he weighs around 225 now) and he?s not gotten fat or anything ? almost all of that weight gain has gone into his muscles ? that?s why he recently became the star of the football team. But I?d always assumed that he?d just been working out more and the training the football coach puts them through had accounted for his development. Like, it couldn?t be due to The Ring because I?ve been wearing it more than Mack has and I?m not really any different than I was a year ago ? well, except that I take more pride in my clothes and my appearance now. And why would The Ring affect him that way and not me? Oh well, whatever?s going on with Mack isn?t my problem so why worry about it. Mom and dad were spending one of their infrequent weekends at home and I overheard this conversation: ?Helen, I don?t know what?s wrong with Devon but he looks and acts like a damn girl.? ?Now Earl, you know how teenage boys are. It?s just another phase that he?s going through. Now come on, we?ve got to work on that presentation for the trade show in Cincinnati next week.? ?Yeah? But he still looks and acts like a damn girl. And he?s wearing makeup and perfume!? That comment by my father really annoyed me. After all, what?s wrong about caring how I look? As they were preparing to leave for the airport late Sunday afternoon, I found my father alone in the kitchen and came up to him and threw my arms around him, crushing my body tightly against his as I stood up on my tiptoes and whispered in his ear, ?Bye daddy, come home safe, I love you," and I kissed him on the lips. Long. And hard. As he was carrying their suitcases to the taxi, I noticed that he was walking stiffly and I wondered if he was trying to hide an erection. ?Revenge is sweet," I thought, and giggled a little. Senior year ? I LOVE IT! Well, it?s not so much as being a senior as the fact that Mack got his driver?s license over the summer and got a hand- me-down car from one of his relatives. Not it?s nothing to brag about ? underpowered, about a million years old and, get this, the ?sound system? is an AM radio! But it?s transportation so that we don?t have to walk, or ride our bikes, or beg rides from his folks whenever we want to go anywhere ? so we love it. Well, Mack loves it more than I do ? we were at his house the other day in the morning and he was working on the car, changing the oil or something, and I was just standing there watching him. The day was a warm one and Mack was just wearing a tattered pair of cutoffs and a pair of flip-flops and I could clearly see the rippling muscles in his legs, back and arms. Looking at the thick black hair that covered his back, chest, legs and arms, I could see why he had recently earned the nickname of ?Bear? from the football team. The other thing I noticed was that there was this really big bulge in the crotch of his cutoffs. I?m not sure what it was but something was surely going on in those cutoffs. It was just about that time that Mack was doing something to the car that only required one hand and his other hand was down by his crotch, rubbing and scratching the huge bulge. As I was watching Mack I was daydreaming about what it would feel like to have those muscular arms pick me up and clasp me to his hairy chest and I found the thought strangely exciting. I was brought back from my daydream when Mack turned to me and said, ?Yo, Dev, like, could you lend a hand or something?? I scowled and pouted and said, ?But I might get my nice clothes dirty or something, or break a fingernail.? Mack just looked at me and shook his head. I could tell that at that moment, Mack wanted to work on his car more than he wanted to be with me so I got him to drive me to the mall and drop me off and then return to pick me up late in the afternoon and drop me off at my house. I had a relaxing afternoon at the mall, browsing through all of the stores and making a number of purchases. It was funny but as I was shopping that image of the big bulge in the crotch of Mack?s cutoffs kept popping back into my mind and I was daydreaming about what might be inside the cutoffs that caused the bulge. One time I was brought back to reality when I heard someone ask, ?Are you going to pay for those with cash or by credit card?? And I realized that the salesgirl has asked me that several times. ?Sorry," I muttered as I handed over the cash, realizing that my face was flushed and I was breathing a bit faster. I really enjoyed my ?girl?s day at the mall? ? except, of course, for the guys that kept hitting on me and asking me for my phone number. ?Man, did you buy out the stores?? - Mack asked when I got into the car with my shopping bags?? ?No silly, just some things to make me look nice? and I leaned over and gave him a little kiss on the cheek ? with his thick beard I?m not sure that he even felt it. When Mack drove up to my house to pick me up and take me to school the following Monday, I quickly ran out and jumped into his car ? wearing The Ring of course. He started to pull out of the driveway and then stopped and turned to me and asked, ?Dev, are you wearing perfume?? ?I was wondering whether you?d notice. And how do you like these," I asked as I pulled my hair back to reveal the large silver hoop earrings that I was wearing. Mack just stared at me for a moment, as he realized that I was wearing makeup as well, before he said, ?Dev ?.. uh ?.. you look ?.. uh, beautiful!? I leaned over and gave him another kiss on the cheek ? harder this time so that I was sure that he felt it. Since I could see that he was getting the beginning of a swelling in the crotch of his jeans I could tell that he had felt the kiss - and then settled back into my seat, enjoying the way he kept looking over at me as we drove along. Finally we arrived at school and I had to remove The Ring, placing it in my purse which I then hid in my backpack. I hadn?t realized it until I was standing in front of the mirror in my bathroom, getting ready for school the other day as I slipped off The Ring and watched my image in the mirror blur slightly as I changed back to a boy. The funny thing was that while my ?girl parts? changed back to my ?boy parts," and my breasts were replaced by my puffy pecs, and my waist shrunk and hips expanded? the change from girl to boy, and vice versa, was way less pronounced that it had been over a year ago. I experimented with putting The Ring on and taking it off off several times, examining the changes in detail. My face really changed very little ? my flowing blond hair still fell over 6? below my shoulders, my lips remained full and a little pouty, my eyes remained large and luminous (the blue as a boy changing to a deep green as a girl), and my adam?s apple was almost invisible. Thinking about this, I realized that it really didn?t bother me because I liked how I looked when I was wearing The Ring and the only bad part about taking it off was that I lost the rush of excitement ? and of course my ugly ?boys parts? came back ? although it seemed to me that they might be just a little smaller now than I remembered them being before I began to wear The Ring. That really didn?t bother me that much because when I?m not wearing The Ring these days, I don?t have to be as careful about shoving myself back between my legs to eliminate the ugly bulge in my panties from my boy parts. Even when I don?t do anything special, the bulge isn?t all that big and noticeable anymore. I didn?t have anything special going on last night so I was watching one of my favorite shows ? ?Say Yes to the Dress? on the TLC cable channel. It?s a reality show about the problems brides go through when picking out a wedding dress. I can?t believe how dumb some of those girls are about picking out a wedding dress. I?d never make those mistakes! Actually, I was having a hard time concentrating on the show. Maybe once a week or so I?ll take off The Ring for a period of time- kind of as a test to see how long I can leave it off before the longing to put it back on overcomes my willpower, and then when I do put it back on the pleasant sensation of wearing it is stronger than ever ? almost like some kind of ?high.? The Ring had been off my ring finger since mid-afternoon and I had about reached my limit as to how much longer I could leave it off. I had gone out into the kitchen to get another soda and as I walked past a mirror in the hallway, I saw my reflection and noted something that I hadn?t been aware of before. I was wearing one of my silk blouses that evening and while it wasn?t super small or anything, it was a bit on the tight side and as I looked at my reflection I could see how my fleshy pecs filled out the top of the blouse quite nicely. Further, the large nipples that had recently developed on my pecs were straining against the thin fabric of the blouse. After I got the soda I returned and sat down in front of the TV, pulling the bottom of my blouse up out of my hip-hugger jeans and placing my hands up inside my blouse so the I could play with my nipples. Man, they felt so big and hard and as I played with them they grew even larger and harder. I was getting so excited as I played with them that I couldn?t stand it any longer and slipped The Ring back on my finger and brought myself to a climax by fondling my breasts and playing with my nipples. Oh God ? that felt so great! Mack and I were walking through the hallways at school today. He was carrying my books as usual and we were just chatting about what we could do during the upcoming weekend when I realized that when I looked over at Mack, that I couldn?t look ?at? him anymore, I had to look ?up at? him. Either Mack had grown 6? or I had ?shrunk? 6? because he was now that much taller than I was. The change had been so gradual that I hadn?t noticed it before. ?Well," I thought, ?As long as my clothes still fit me, what differe