Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2004 21:42:31 +0000
From: A. B. <wildcard100@hotmail.com>
Subject: Worldshift 1

I really don't understand what happened. I mean, I know what happened I just
don't know HOW it happened. I guess I should start at the beginning. My name
is, or was, I should say, Jake. Until about 3 weeks ago I was your average
normal 13 year old boy. At 5'4" and 120 lbs I wasn't the biggest kid in my
class but I wasn't the smallest either. My friends and I did all the usual
things guys our age did. Hung out at the mall, skateboarded, and checked out
the cute chicks and tried to figure out how to get in their pants.
Everything was going along as normal on that day.  It was a Tuesday like any
other Tuesday. I went to school. Screwed around with my friends at the mall
afterwards. Went home, played video games till my folks got home. Watched
tv, ate dinner, watched some more tv, and went to bed. While laying in bed I
began rubbing my dick and fantasizing about some of the cute girls in my
class and what they might look like naked. I'd been jerking off for a little
over two years now I guess. Ever since finding some hot pictures of naked
girls on the internet and reading some stories on a bunch of web sites. It
didn't take too long before I had an orgasm and drifted off to sleep.

As best I can figure, it happened sometime around midnight. I remember
having a dream (although I can't recall exactly what it was) that involved
all the girls from my class standing naked in front of me on their knees. I
think I must have cum in my sleep because I half woke up and remember a
strange feeling wash over me. It was almost like an orgasm but not quite.
For some reason I felt like the whole world had shifted but that's not quite
right. I really can't describe it any better than that.   I remember
glancing at the clock and seeing that it said 12:00 am before I drifted back
to sleep.  When I woke up the next morning I had my first shock. I was no
longer in my room. Except that I was. It WAS my room -- the shape was the
same, the window looked out on the same street, my clock radio was the same,
there was the little stain on the ceiling where we'd had the leak last year,
the carpet was the same off white -- but that's where the similarities ended.
Instead of pictures of Anna Kournikova and Lindsey Lohan and other babes,
there were pictures of Ashton Kutcher and other male singers and actors
whose names I couldn't even recall. Instead of models of Airforce jets and
Star Wars spaceships on my bookcase, there were stuffed teddy bears and
Barbie dolls. Instead of the navy blue color on my walls, my room was
painted pink with a border of flowers and bunny rabbits along the top.

I sat there in bed for a few minutes taking this all in. "What the fuck?" I
said. I got out of bed and felt a little dizzy...a little...off center...and
looked out the window to confirm that I was still in my own house. Even
though my eyes told me I was, I still thought that I'd been kidnapped and
taken to a strange bedroom for some reason. I continued to look around my
room. My dark wood dresser had been replaced by a white one. Hair ribbons
and barrettes lay on top instead of my usually assortment of coins, hot
wheels, and other assorted junk I usually threw on top of it. My next
thought was that my parents were playing a joke on me and had come into my
room at night and redecorated it like a girl's room for some reason. But I
couldn't imagine how or why they would have done that.  I looked at my open
closet and saw dresses and skirts and blouses hanging there instead of my
jeans and dockers and shirts.  "What the hell is going on" I said again.  It
was then I noticed that my voice seemed higher. I hadn't really noticed it
the first time I spoke since I had whispered. But now I'd spoken out loud.
My heart began to beat faster. I realized something was seriously wrong and
I think I suspected what had happened but didn't want to admit it. I had no
choice though when I closed my closet door and saw myself staring back from
the mirror hanging there. I was no longer Jake the average 13 year old boy.
I was now...a girl.  I could still see some remnants of my old self in my
face. But it was as if someone had taken my picture and photoshopped it to
morph the features into a more feminine appearance. I assumed I was still 13
since I looked like most of the girls in my class. I was wearing a tshirt
and a pair of nylon shorts but I could see that I had small breasts. I was
still about 5'4" but I guessed I was only about 100 lbs -- maybe less. My
eyes were still blue and my hair was still dirty blond. But now it draped
over my shoulders and had a slight wave to it. I reached my hand up to touch
my face and confirmed that I was looking at my own reflection. I nearly
screamed but held it together since I didn't want to scare my parents.  Oh
my god I thought, How am I gonna explain this to them. I don't even know how
this happened?  Just then I heard my mom's voice calling from downstairs.
"Jackie! C'mon honey. Breakfast is ready. Hurry up or you'll be late for
school."  I thought to myself, `Jackie', she's calling me `Jackie'? Oh my
god...I can't go to school like this! I heard her coming up the stairs and
panicked. I wanted to hide. I wanted to cover up everything in my room. How
would I explain this? All I could do however was stand frozen like a deer
caught in the headlights as the door opened and mom stood there saying,
"C'mon sleepy head. Get a move on."  She must have noticed the confusion on
my face because she looked at me with a worried expression and said "Is
everything ok honey? You look a little bewildered"

Bewildered, I thought to myself, That's putting it mildly. Apparently though
my appearance and the look of my room were normal to mom. Could it be that
she still saw me as a boy and it was all in my head? That thought quickly
disappeared when mom said "I washed your blue skirt for you. You said you
wanted to wear it today, right?" I nodded, trying to recover as mom draped a
pleated blue mid-thigh length skirt over the back of my chair in front of my
desk. "Well, move it missy. Your breakfast is getting cold and I don't want
you going to school hungry like you did yesterday."
"School?" I managed to squeak out.
"Yes, school. You have school today. Its Wednesday. What day did you think
it was?"
"Um...I guess I'm still half asleep" I babbled.
"Well wake up and get a move on." Mom said smiling as she turned and walked
out the door. I then realized I had to go to the bathroom. I walked down the
hall still in a daze and closed the bathroom door. Instinctively I pulled my
shorts to one side expecting my dick to pop out of the leg hole and gasped
as the incredible truth hit me with more force than seeing my pink room or
even my long shoulder length hair had. My dick was gone.

I panicked for a few seconds. "How am I going to pee?" I thought to myself.
Then I took a few deep breaths and realized that, of course, I'd have to pee
like girls do. By sitting down.  I pulled down my shorts and sat on the
toilet and let loose. It felt a little strange but not that much different
from when I'd had to pee while taking a crap.  When I finished I took some
toilet paper and wiped myself. Now that was a strange feeling. I dropped the
toilet paper into the bowl but continued to sit there feeling around my new
pussy. I never expected the first pussy I'd feel would be my own. I can't
describe the feeling of running my fingers along my slit where my dick used
to be. I guess it would be like having a finger amputated and waking up
expecting it to be there. Of course there was no pain like there would have
been if it had been surgically removed. In fact, as I continued to run my
fingers along my outer and then inner lips it began to feel kinda nice. I
had taken sex ed in school and knew what was supposed to be where and within
a few seconds I found "my" clit. Ohhhh...that feels good, I thought but before
I could get more turned on I heard my mom calling again. I stood up, flushed
and quickly washed my hands and face, brushed my teeth (with a pink
toothbrush instead of my usual blue one) and hurried downstairs to eat
breakfast.

As I sat eating my scrambled eggs my mom kept glancing at me. "Are you sure
you're ok" she asked., "You look a little pale."  "I'm fine" I answered
quickly. Although when I thought of it later I realized it would have been
the perfect opportunity for me to stay home "sick" at least for a day to try
and figure things out.  "Is something bothering you," mom continued. Always
the perceptive one. "No, mom. Nothing's bothering me." "Have you, you
know...gotten your period" she whispered so that dad (who was in the next
room) wouldn't overhear -- dad hated to talk about "women's issues" as he
called them. "What!" I said a little too loud, "N-no. No I didn't" I
stammered. At least I didn't think I had. I knew what girls went through
when they got their periods (or at least I thought I did) thanks again to
Sex Ed. I wasn't bleeding when I was in the bathroom earlier and didn't feel
any cramps or anything like that so I didn't think I was...what the hell do
they call it...menstruating. But hearing mom ask was like a slap in the face.
Oh shit, I thought. Am I going to have to deal with tampons and pads and
shit like that? Oh god help me.

"You remember we talked about your periods and what to do, honey?"
"Yes, mom!" I said. Probably with the same embarrassed tone of voice any 13
year old girl would have. I certainly did not want to talk to my mom about
having "my" period. I quickly finished my breakfast, barely tasting it and
went upstairs as fast as I could. As I passed my dad he gave me a quick
"Mornin' sweetie" and gave me a peck on the top of my head. My dad hadn't
kissed me in years and I again got that strange feeling like the whole world
had gone crazy.  I went to my room and stripped off my tshirt and shorts and
opened the top drawer of my dresser. I was only mildly surprised to find,
not my normal white cotton jockey shorts but, instead, silky brightly
colored bikini panties. I hesitated thinking of how foolish I'd feel putting
on panties when I heard mom's voice shouting again for me to hurry or I'd be
late for school. I thought, What the hell, and  grabbed a pair of white
nylon bikini briefs that had little yellow flowers on them and, without
thinking, slipped them on. When I felt how soft and silky they were I again
got that, "mmmmm...nice" feeling and almost had to sit down when I felt them
cupping my smooth crotch. I tried to shake it off but then I caught a
glimpse of myself in the mirror. This was the first time I'd seen my naked
tits. Hell, it was the first time I'd seen ANY naked tits in real life
(except when I'd peeked in the girl's locker room once) and, late or not, I
wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. Had I been thinking straight I
would've realized that I'd have plenty of opportunity to see "my" tits (and
probably lots of other girls' tits as well) but that thought didn't come
into my head until much later.

I stared in fascination at the areola and nipples which, while not huge,
were certainly bigger than my boy nipples. My tits were nicely shaped. Not
huge (34A I was to find out later) but about the size of tangerines. I moved
my hips twisting my body from side to side and felt them jiggle very
slightly. It felt weird. The slight extra weight on my chest. I began to
wonder if they would stay this size or grow any bigger. My god, I thought,
What the hell am I thinking. I don't want them bigger. I don't want them at
all!  But that didn't stop me from reaching up and cupping them with my
hands. Squeezing them gently at first and then more firmly. Pinching my
nipples and...Mmmmm...thats nice..No.. Stop it...just stop it!  I took my hands
away and slipped on the shirt mom had laid out for me and looked down at the
skirt.  I again felt weird. Like if I went out in public wearing it everyone
would laugh at me and call me a fag. I had to shake myself again and
remember that no one would think twice about my wearing a skirt because
apparently, for the time being at least, I was a girl and girls wore skirts
and dresses. I slipped it on and zipped it up. It hung low on my hips. Lower
than I would have liked. I could see the merest hint of my panties' waist
band peeking out of the top and thought how much I would have loved to see
that if I were a boy again. As a girl, I realized, boys would be checking me
out, hoping to see more of my panties. The skirt was also shorter than I
would have liked. I knew lots of girls in my school wore much shorter skirts
but still...This one came down to about mid-thigh and I realized I'd have to
be careful about how I sat so as not to give the boys too much of a show. I
almost stopped and started crying at that point as I realized that boys were
going to be looking at me and checking me out and thinking about peeking up
my skirt and wanting to have sex with me...yuck.  Oh god...how did this happen,
I thought for the thousandth time. I thought about putting on a pair of
jeans but remembered that mom had said I specifically asked for this skirt
last night and she might think something was weird if I suddenly didn't want
to wear it. She might think I got my period after all and messed it up and
want to talk about tampons and shit. "Fuck!" I looked around and saw a
backpack sitting on the floor (My Little Pony -- god help me) and ran
downstairs.

As I walked past the kitchen again heading towards the front door mom came
out to say goodbye. "Hold it right there young lady!" she said. I turned.
"What do you think you're doing going out like that?" she asked. I thought
I'd made some horrible mistake and checked that my skirt was laying straight
and my zipper was up but didn't notice anything amiss. I looked at mom with
questioning eyes and she said, "You march right upstairs and put a bra on
young lady. And don't let me catch you not wearing one to school again."  I
looked down at my budding breasts and realized my nipples were poking out.
Thank god mom noticed. The boys would've loved me if I'd gone to school
without a bra. "Sorry mom. I guess I was just in a rush." I dropped my pack
and ran back upstairs, tripping on the steps (the sandals I was wearing
didn't have very big heels but they were still a little bigger than I was
used to) and stripped off my shirt once I got to my room. I opened my
dresser and found a bra and then stood there for a minute trying to figure
out how to wear it. As I was slipping my arms into the straps I heard a
slight cough from the hallway. I'd forgotten to close my door and there was
my dad looking in at me. I realized he was staring at my tits and got a real
weird feeling. Dad cleared his throat and said "You really should close your
door honey." Then he moved on down the hall. I shook my head and finished
fumbling around with the bra, finally getting it on straight and put my
shirt back on and ran back downstairs and out the door.

As I walked down the street heading in the direction of my school I finally
had some time alone to think.  I was in a daze. A million thoughts floated
through my head -- how did this happen, is my school the same, what else has
changed in the world, how did this happen, will I stay like this forever,
are my friends still the same, do they even exist, will I get to see the
girls I've lusted over naked in the locker room, how did this happen, ...
Well, you get the picture. As I passed by Karen Jackson's house I heard a
voice calling "Jackie! Wait up." Lo and behold it was Karen herself. She was
just running out her front door and came up to me. Karen was on of those
girls I'd been lusting over for the last two years. Ever since I discovered
that there was something about girls that I liked. Karen was a cheerleader
in our middle school and had an adorable face. She looked a lot like Sandra
Bullock with dirty blond hair and had the greenest eyes I'd ever seen. Her
hair was pulled back in a pony tail today and came down to about the middle
of her back and she was wearing her cheerleader outfit. When I was Jack she
barely knew I existed. She'd say hello to me in passing but that was about
the extent of our previous conversations. So when she came up to me on the
street I didn't know what to say after "hello".  She, however, had plenty to
say. "How come you didn't come up to my house and get me?" she asked.
"You're not mad about yesterday are you?" I had no idea what she was talking
about so I just went along. "Um...no...I'm not mad. I guess I just have a lot on
my mind. I didn't sleep that good last night."

"Oh, good. I'm glad you're not mad at me. You know you're my best friend" (I
am?, I thought) "and I'd never do anything to screw up our friendship."
"I know," I lied.
She went on. "Its just that...when I walked in on you and Dave yesterday..."
David Jackson was Karen's brother. At 14 he was a year older than me and
didn't run in the same circles I did. Though again, I knew him enough to say
hello and had played basketball with him and some of the other neighborhood
kids occasionally at the park. Dave was pretty cool for an older kid. He
didn't bust the younger kids' chops like some of the other older kids and
would even stick up for some of us if we were getting bullied. He was about
5'8" 145 lbs with short light brown hair and the just-developing muscles of
an athletic 14 year old. His smooth, hairless, well built chest made girls
stare when we'd play shirts and skins at the playground and I'd heard more
than one girl in my class tell Karen that they thought he had the most
gorgeous dark eyes and long eyelashes. I guess I'd always sort of known that
he was a good looking guy but I'd never thought of him that way before Karen
said, "...and seeing my best friend and my brother making out just kinda
freaked me out you know."

"Making out!" I nearly screamed.
"Well...duh...I mean, c'mon Jackie...you don't have to pretend. I mean, I saw you
guys sucking face and I saw where your hand was and where HIS hand was and
all...."
"W-where did I have my hand?" I asked nervously. Not really wanting to know.
Karen smiled and even giggled.
"Oh please. You can't pretend with me. I saw your hand in his crotch and his
hand up your blouse. I could even tell he was...you know..."
"What?"
"You know...his...dick...was hard." She giggled again. I nearly dropped my
backpack at this. Karen giggled some more. "Its ok. Don't freak out. I won't
say anything to anyone."
"O-ok." I said. Trying to recover. This is a nightmare, I thought. Not only
do I wake up as a girl today but now I find out that I was making out with a
guy yesterday. I think I'm going to puke. But for some reason the queasy
feeling I was getting in my stomach didn't feel like I wanted to puke. It
felt like...NO...when I'd seen Paula Osgood naked when I peeked in the girl's
locker room a few weeks ago. That nervous, scared to death, excited,
horny...No god-damnit...feeling.

"Well...?"  I realized Karen had been talking for a couple of minutes and I
hadn't heard a word she'd said.
"Well what?" I asked.
"I asked you how long you guys had been fooling around?"
"Oh...umm...that was the first time we did anything like that." At least I hope
it was, I thought to myself.
"Well...I've thought about it a lot Jackie" she said "and I decided that who
better to date my brother than my best friend and who would take better care
of my best friend than my brother. So even though it's a little weird still,
I have no problem if you guys wanna hook up."  I was stunned. I couldn't
believe any of this. The day just kept getting weirder and weirder. Finally
I managed to say "Well, I don't think its going to be a problem Karen."
"No, neither do I." she said with a smile.
"No. You don't understand. I don't think anything's going to happen between
your brother and me. In fact I can probably guarantee that it won't."
"Why?" she asked, suddenly concerned. "Did...did you guys not like click or
something? Doesn't he like you? I'll talk to him if you want...."
"No! No, don't talk to him. Its nothing like that," I said quickly.
"Then...he didn't force himself on you did he?!" she asked suddenly.
"No! Its just..." I didn't know what to say. How do I explain to her that the
thought of kissing and making out with a guy...any guy...even one as cute as her
brother...was just... gross. Oh my god, I thought, did I just think of her
brother as cute?! God, what's happening to me.
"What," she asked "what is it then?"
"You wouldn't understand." She stopped in her tracks then and grabbed me by
the shoulders. "We've been best friends since we were four years old Jackie.
I'll understand."
She was so sincere and so sweet. I never knew this side of her. Hell, I
hardly knew any side of her. I wanted to cry. Shit, I was crying. I couldn't
help it. I never cried! Even when I got hit in the head by a baseball that
time. Even when I fell out of the tree and fractured my wrist last year. I
was a guy! Guys don't cry. But there I was in the middle of the sidewalk
with tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Hey...its ok...I'm your friend. What is it? Please tell me or I'm gonna start
crying too," she said.

I wiped my eyes and looked at her. I had to think fast otherwise she'd think
I was nuts. "Its...its just that it would be too weird. You being my...my best
friend and all."
"But I told you. I don't mind. I think it would be cool. Sure it might be a
little weird at first, but like I said Dave is such a sweet guy (when he's
not being a pain in the ass big brother) and I know he'd never hurt you or
be a jerk to you.  And I know you'd be so good for him too. I don't want to
see either one of you hurt and I know both of you are the sweetest nicest
people in the world and you both mean everything to me. So it would be
like...perfect," she said with a smile. She seemed so happy I didn't want to
spoil her mood so I figured it would be best to just get off the subject as
fast as I could. "Well, I'll think about it. I don't want to rush anything."
"You two looked like you were rushing things pretty good last night," she
said with a wicked grin on her face. I felt myself blush beet red which
Karen took as a sign that I liked "rushing" things with Dave. "Unless you
lied and that wasn't the first time you guys got together?"
"N-no." I said too quickly. "That was the first time. I swear."
"Suuuurre it was," she said devilishly. "Thats ok. If you don't want to tell
your best friend..."
"Karen I swear..." She slapped me lightly on the arm and ran off down the
sidewalk and I chased after her saying "Oh you..." and as we ran down the
block towards school I found myself giggling like...well...like a schoolgirl,
and for the first time since I'd woken up that morning I forgot for a few
minutes that I wasn't supposed to be a schoolgirl at all.

2

The rest of that day was pretty much a blur with two notable exceptions and
one observation.  I'll tell you about my observation first because the other
two things that stand out from that day might take a little while to
explain.  What I observed is simply this.  Boys, no matter what age, are
horny little fucks. I mean I knew that, when I was a boy, I thought a lot
about sex and getting into a girl's pants (how that wish  came back to haunt
me!) but I was so consumed with my own thoughts and feelings that I never
realized how much other guys are fixated on the idea of sex. As a girl,
especially on my first day as a girl, I realized that every guy that looked
at me had this look of lust in his eyes. It was kind of scary at first.
Initially I thought it was just my imagination. That I was just feeling
exposed and vulnerable and paranoid that someone would suddenly realize I
was a boy in girl's clothes. But as the day wore on and I saw the way the
guys in my classes, and even my male teachers, looked me up and down with a
hungry look in their eyes, like I was a juicy piece of meat, and the way
they could barely tear their gaze from my tits to look me in the eyes, I
realized I wasn't imaging things. They all seemed consumed with lust and
looked at me as though they wanted to rip my clothes off and fuck me right
there.  It was scary at first and I found myself not being worried about
being around the other girls because I felt safer with them. Big deal, so
guys are horny, you say? Well, its not just that they're horny. Its that
they...I mean we...are so damn obvious about it. I never realized till that
first day just how obvious we guys are.  I'm almost embarrassed to be a guy
now.

Anyway, the first notable thing that happened that day was my first gym
class as a girl. When I realized I had gym I nearly fainted. Again, my first
thought was how do I get out of this (stupidly thinking that  I'd be exposed
as a boy as soon as I got undressed). But that only lasted half a second
till I remembered that I had a girl's body. Then I got excited. Maybe you
can imagine just how excited I was. The idea was my ultimate fantasy. I'd
jerked off I don't know how many times to the thought of being in the girl's
locker room watching them get undressed without their knowing and now it was
going to come true. Maybe not in the way I'd hoped but damn near close
enough. My heart was beating faster as Karen and I walked  into the locker
room. Some of the girls were already getting undressed. There was Debbie
Clark, the goddess everyone drooled over `cause she had the biggest tits in
our class standing in just her bra and panties and Mandy Sweeny who was so
flat chested she never wore a bra and, because of that, all the guys loved
seeing her nipples get hard. True to form Mandy wasn't wearing a bra today
either and I was having a hard time taking my eyes off her naked tits --
small as they were. I stood there with what must have been a stupid look on
my face watching 15 girls stripping down in front of and thought I'd died
and went to heaven when suddenly Karen slapped my arm and said, "Hey,
Smiely...you ok? You gonna change or are you just gonna stand there with that
dumb look on your face? Are you ok?"  I jumped as though shocked with a
cattle prod. "Oh, um...yeah...just...daydreaming. Spaced out for a minute." I
began stripping down while I snuck glances at the beautiful bodies before
me.

The rest of gym class was ok. I actually liked the fact that the girls got
off much easier than the guys. We could walk the track instead of running
and no one yelled at us. And the calisthenics were also much easier than the
ones they made the guys do and if I thought I'd gone to heaven before class
while watching the other girls change, my brain really froze after class
when they stripped naked and got into the showers. Once again I was somewhat
nervous, not so much because I thought I'd be found out, but just the fact
of being naked in front of all those other naked girls. I was so turned on
that I began to feel a wetness between my legs. I didn't realize at first
that the wetness was the normal pussy juices flowing from my horniness and I
hurried into the shower. My nipples were hard as rocks and Mandy Sweeny
noticed.

"Water a little cold?" She asked. I nervously nodded and turned the hot
water up, but not before I noticed her giving me the same kind of look that
some of the boys had earlier. I was staring back at her wondering why she
was checking me out. Does she realize I'm in the wrong body, I worried. But
before I could figure out an answer, Karen nudged me and brought me back to
my senses. I hurried out with Karen to finish dressing and looked back at
Mandy who gave me a strange smile. Later, in study hall I asked Karen
casually if she noticed Mandy looking at me strangely. "Well, duh!" Karen
replied, "Where have you been girl? Mandy looks at al the girls like that.
Everyone knows she's a dyke."
"She is?" I asked stupidly.
"Jackie! What is wrong with you today. We've known Mandy Sweeny was lez
since like fourth grade when they caught her in the supply closet with Mrs.
McKenzie." So that's what happened to Mrs. McKenzie, I thought. I'd always
wondered why she left school so suddenly halfway through fourth grade.  Most
of the girls seemed to know why but no one was talking, and certainly not to
the boys.
"Oh, yeah...I forgot." Was all I could manage. Karen just shook her head and
said, "David must have really rattled your brain hun." I gave a forced
giggle (God I hate giggling, makes me sound so stupid) and went back to
reading the chapter we'd been assigned for history that day wondering why my
belly did a flip at the mention of Karen's brother.

The next thing that stood out from that day happened during study hall a few
minutes after Karen revealed Mandy's lesbian nature to me. Our study hall
class was in the cafeteria due to overcrowding.  The locker rooms were off
to the side.  As I sat there reading my book I felt a tap on my shoulder and
looked up. There was Pete my best friend. Well...he was my best friend, when I
was Jake. But now, as Jackie, I didn't know what my relationship was with
him. I quickly learned though as Karen asked him, "What do you want geek?" I
felt bad for Pete. I mean he was no Brad Pitt but he was a decent guy. He
was always nice to everyone and so what if he liked science fiction and got
good grades. I was about to say something of the sort to Karen when Pete
said, "Nothing, from you anyway Stepford bitch. Mark asked me to come over
and tell you he needs to talk to you about something personal." The last was
directed to me. Mark was my other best friend. The three of us were so close
our folks called us the Three Musketeers (yeah, I know, ha ha. Parents -- go
figure).  I looked over at Mark who was standing near the boys locker room
door and got up when Karen pulled my arm. She looked up at Pete and said,
"You tell King Dweeb that if he has something to say to Jackie he can damn
well come over here himself."

In retrospect I should have listened to Karen. But I had this nagging
feeling that maybe Mark knew something about my predicament. Maybe he'd been
switched or something or knew it was really me. So, like a jerk, I said,
"No, its ok. I want to talk to him about something." I got up again and
walked over to where Mark was standing. I didn't notice the three eighth
grade boys standing a few feet away from Mark. I was looking at the way he
was smiling at me and felt sure that he had an answer, or at least knew
something that I didn't. Boy was I right. As I approached him one of the
eighth graders quickly opened the door to the boy's locker room while the
other two each grabbed one of my arms. Mark stepped out of the way and I was
too startled to say anything. Suddenly I was pushed into the boy's locker
room hard enough for me to trip and land on my butt. I slid another few feet
into the locker room and when I looked up I was staring at the biggest cock
I'd ever seen. It had to be at least seven inches soft and was so close that
I could have touched it with my tongue if I'd stuck it out, but of course
that would have been disgusting. I continued looking up until I was staring
into the eyes of the owner of that massive unit. There, looking down at me
with a big shit eating grain on his face was David Jackson, Karen's brother.
I could feel myself blushing beet red. Suddenly I began to hear hoots and
hollers ass the other boys in the locker room began cat calls, "Whoo Hoo!"
"Oh yeah!" "Hey baby, want some of this."

Dave was not one of those cat calling. But he wasn't going to let me off
that east. "Make a wrong turn?" he asked making no move to cover himself.  I
looked down and could see his cock twitch. Oh my god, I thought, he's
getting turned on. I gotta get outa here. The embarrassment of my situation
seemed to freeze my brain. I stood up and looked around, but now there were
a bunch of guys blocking the exit. I turned around looking for a way out but
all I could see was naked and half naked guys everywhere. Someone pinched my
butt and when I spun around to see who'd done it my arm flailed out and
brushed against someone else's dick. I quickly pulled my hand away when
someone grabbed my other hand and put it on their cock. I tried to pull it
off but squeezed it in the process and felt it stiffen in my hand. My
stomach was doing flips and I felt disoriented and brain dead for a moment.
Like when I was in the girl's locker room and saw all the half naked girls.
Suddenly a loud voice boomed out from the back of the room. "What's going on
in here?" I knew it must be the boys gym teacher Mr. Lockland. Dave suddenly
grabbed me by the arm and pushed through the crowd near the door. He quickly
opened the door and shoved me outside before Mr. Lockland could push his way
through the crowd at the back of the locker room. I was outside and ran
straight into Karen who was standing in front of the locker room door
yelling at the eighth graders who were sprinting down the hall. "Yeah, you
better run you jerks!" I heard her shouting.

She turned and saw me and grabbed me by the arm and ushered me down the hall
to the girl's bathroom. "Are you ok?" she asked softly once we were inside.
I nodded, still feeling disoriented. "What happened?" she asked.
"You saw," I said. "Those jerks pushed me into the boy's locker room." I
looked at myself in the mirror. Still not used to seeing my reflection and
wondering if I'd ever wake up from this nightmare. I turned on the faucet
and splashed some water on my face.
"So...see anything good?" Karen asked with a devilish look on her face.
"What?!"
"C'mon," she said teasingly, "spill the beans, girl. What did you see?" I
had to laugh. I thought she'd be furious with those guys and concerned for
my welfare and, well, she was, but she was also interested in hearing about
whether I'd seen any naked guys. I never realized that girls thought about
guys like that. "C'mon, c'mon. don't keep me in suspense."
"I saw your brother," I said.
"Oh...my...god!" she squealed. "Was he naked?" I laughed again.
"Yes!" I said. "And he's got the biggest dick I've ever seen."
"Oh like you've seen so many," she said. I was about to tell her that of
course I had in gym class before realizing for about the hundredth time that
day that I was now a girl so I just kept my mouth shut. I went on to tell
her about someone grabbing my ass and the other guy that had grabbed my hand
and put it on his dick and how her brother had gotten me out just in time
before Mr. Lockland had seen me. When Karen heard about the guy putting my
hand on his dick she got really pissed off and asked me who it was, but I
couldn't tell because there were too many guys pressing in on me and I was
too disoriented at that moment to have focused. She told me that was
practically rape and said she was going to get the three eighth graders in
trouble but I calmed her down and told her not to make a big deal out of it.
The last thing I wanted was to wind up being known in school as the girl
who'd gotten some kids suspended or expelled because of some stupid prank
that I myself might have done only yesterday. Karen continued to insist that
I report it and I felt like I had to say something to get her off that track
so I finally just said, "Its ok. Really! I...I kind of liked it."
"You did!" she exclaimed.
"Um...yeah. It...it was kinda cool feeling the guy getting a stiffy cause of me.
It...it made me feel...sexy, I guess."
Karen laughed and slapped me on the arm. "You little slut," she said
jokingly. I laughed too. I figured this was getting her away from the idea
of reporting the matter so I continued.
"And seeing Dave's cock was pretty cool too. It...it turned me on. He's so big
I wanted to touch it," and for some reason, for the first time that day, the
thought of touching another guy's dick didn't completely repulse me. Even
though I'd said it jokingly (at least to myself anyway), once the words were
out of my mouth I realized that a part of me actually meant it. No, I tried
to tell myself, you do NOT want to touch a guys dick. But I had to be honest
with myself and a part of me did want to touch Dave's cock as it stared me
in the face. Part of me even wanted to <gasp> stick my tongue out and lick
it! "It...it was gorgeous," I heard myself saying to Karen.
"I know," she said, "I've seen him naked a few times. He's got a gorgeous
cock. If he wasn't my brother..."
"Karen!" I said. Shocked to hear that she'd not only seen her brother naked
but thought he had a nice cock (gorgeous) and even had thoughts about having
sex with him.
"Well...I can't help it. You don't have a brother so you don't know what its
like. I mean I'm not blind. He's a hottie. Its not like I'd ever actually do
anything," she said rather defensively.
"Still...he's your brother. You shouldn't be having thoughts like that."
"What do you think? I'm a nun?" she laughed. I laughed too. "By the way. I
have cheerleading practice after school today so I won't be home till later.
But if you could do me a favor and drop off my green dress you borrowed last
week my mom needs to take it to the cleaners tomorrow `cause I need it this
weekend." Just then the bell rang and we had to run back to study hall and
get our things before the next class started. As we walked to our next class
I couldn't get Dave's dick off my mind. It hung there in my brain like a
picture floating in the air in front of me all the rest of the day and I
wondered what would happen the next time I was alone with him. Because I
knew that time was coming after school today when I would drop off Karen's
dress at her house.


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