SCHOOL & SCHOOLMATES

Later that morning Denise and his parents met with the school counselor, Ms.Belson and the school nurse, Miss Ashley, to talk about Denise's return to school. Ms. Belson was thirty-ish and unmarried, with short brown hair. She was short, just 5' 2", and had a tight little body that Dennis had lusted after for two years. But her boobs and ass were nothing compared with Denise's.

Denise wore a knit dress that clung to the contours of his new topography with such drama that Ms. Belson had trouble looking at the statuesque young tart without staring in awe. Denise wasn't wearing a bra and the weave of the black dress was so loose the counslor could see his big nipples right through it. It pleased Denise no end to see that the slightest shifts in his posture reverberated through Ms. Belson like tiny seismic disturbances.

"Denise seems to be adjusting to her new role very well," Ms. Belson said, looking first at Denise's father who shifted uncomfortably in his seat and then at his mother who beamed with pride at her son's beauty and finally at Denise himself whose demure lips opened and seemed to Ms. Belson to mouth the words, "Suck me."

Belson turned crimson and then said, "Well, I guess that's it unless you have anything else, Miss Ashley."

"I'm just wondering what bathroom Denise will use," Miss Ashley said matter of factly.

"Well, I, uh," Belson stumbled.

"Why can't he use the girls' bathroom?" Denise's mother asked impatiently.

"She could but I'm afraid of what would happen if she was ...indiscreet," Miss Ashley said, politely correcting his mother's slip.

"Denise is a lady," his mother insisted. His father winced.

"Well, I'm sure she is but some of the students know that Denise is not ... completely feminine. I would hate to put her in an awkward position."

"Why don't we try it for a while and see how it goes," Ms. Belson intervened. Miss Ashley sighed and retreated. The meeting was over.

That night Denise stared at the ceiling and thought about Ms. Belson. "How nervous she was. She couldn't take her eyes off my breasts. I controlled her just by touching my hair or shifting in my chair. These are powerful," he thought to himself as he cupped his heavy boobs in his hands. Denise stroked his cock with one hand and twiddled his nipples with the other while thinking about Ms. Belson. He came so hard it splashed against the wall behind his head.

Denise took a long time to decide what to wear to his first day back to school. He wanted to wear latex, but knew he couldn't get away with it on his first day back. Instead, he wore a pink sweater and a tiny sky blue skirt. He didn't wear a bra and he loved the way his boobs moved under the loose sweater. His hair hung free in loose waves. He chose the pinkest lipstick he could find and his alabaster cheeks were brushed dramatically with pale rose blush. Knee socks extended halfway up his legs and white heels shaped his calves. His ripe body was well displayed, but the overall look was young and playful.

First class was English with Mr. Bostick. The usual preclass din was in full sway until he appeared in the doorway. Then the heads not only turned, jaws dropped and tongues fell out as the prettiest boy in school took his old seat. He waited for Mr. Bostick to make a speech about his return and it seemed as though that might have been the teacher's plan until he'd seen the statuesque boy's transformation. He was literally speechless before such a bewitching metamorphosis. Denise breathed a sigh of relief (an event followed by every male in the room) and felt secure in the knowledge that his imposing beauty had helped him escape an embarrassing situation.

The rest of his classes followed a similar pattern. The few who weren't aware that he'd left school weeks earlier as a boy were soon apprised of the fact and turned to stare with undisguised wonder. He smiled politely to the students and suggestively at the teachers and basked in the reflected heat generated by his homecoming. No one talked to him between classes and he spoke to no one until he saw Debbie in the halls between classes. "How's it going?"

"Not too bad, I guess. Everyone thinks I'm a Martian but I don't care."

"You're too beautiful; that's the problem. They can't believe someone with a set like yours was a boy a few weeks ago." Denise smiled.

He walked down the corridor feeling his sweater against his breasts and the strap of his thong briefs wedged firmly between the round globes of his flexing ass. He felt good. He felt alive. This feeling stopped abruptly when he pushed the heavy door into the girls' bathroom. A mangy quartet of tough girls fixing their hair and makeup turned to look at him. He smiled and went into a stall and shut the door. Like most stall doors the lock hadn't functioned in years and only gravity kept it shut.

The girls resumed their conversation in stage whispers. "I don't think he looks that great." "His bra's gotta be padded." "I heard he still had his dick." "He's probably standing over the john right now." "Hey, leave the seat down, will ya?" Laughter. They moved to the front of his stall and began whispering in earnest. "Hey, Denise. We want to see it." Silence.

"Come on, Denise, we're all girls here right?" Denise tried to move his knee against the door but it was too late. As the door flew open he stood up hastily and made a futile effort to pull up his skirt. "Oh gross! It's huge!"

Denise tried to cover himself but it was too late. He burst out crying and made the impromptu decision to cover his face rather than his privates. It was a bad decision. One of the girls had a Polaroid camera and flashed a quick snap of the pretty girl and the unquestionably large remnant of her manhood. "You won't be so haughty after this gets around, Big Dick."

"See if his tits are real," one of the girls said. Another girl responded by lifting Denise's sweater, exposing his naked 36 D cup breasts bouncing free. The camera whined again capturing the conundrum of Denise's body and his anguish at its rude exposure. Denise took his hands from his face to scream at his antagonists but that only served their interests better when a third picture was snapped that showed the pretty girl with the long flowing hair, cock flopping and cleavage popping.

This was the picture that went into wide circulation throughout the school the next day, reaching Ms. Belson's desk sometime in the late afternoon. It was a crude Xerox of a Xerox but Denise was still clearly recognizable. Curiously, his look of anger had mutated in the copy machine into cartoonish surprise giving the photo the look of a burlesque postcard, the kind where an airbrushed cutie loses her bathrobe to an obliging gust of wind. The fact that much more was revealed than a pair of white buns added a certain piquancy. What remained in the viewer's mind after the picture was gone was the magnitude of both his male and female attributes and, of course, his stunning face. Ms. Belson's hands shook as she held the picture.

ART APPRECIATION

Denise, Debbie and one of Debbie's friends, Carol, were sitting in Debbie's living room after school. Carol was a natural blonde, long hair, about 5' 4", slim, perky B cup tits with small soft pink nipples. Denise knew all this about Carol because none of them were dressed yet. They had gone swimming in Debbie's pool then took showers to get the chlorine off. Debbie and Carol were talking about THE PHOTO, and Denise was trying to ignore them. "You look great," Carol said, admiringly.

"God! I wish I had tits like that," Debbie sighed.

"Me, too," Carol agreed.

"I look like some kind of sick sideshow act in that photo. And you'd fall over if you had boobs like mine, Debbie," Denise snorted.

"How much DO they weigh, anyway?" Debbie inquired.

"I don't know," Denise replied, annoyed. "You think I put them on a scale or something?" He was searching in his bag for his brush.

"I'd say about, oh... five pounds each," Carol guessed. She straightened her index finger and pushed it against Denise's malleable breast meat. It sank deep into the pliable flesh of his right breast.

"Do you mind?" Denise demanded, slapping her hand away. He trembled slightly at the surge of sexual arousal that ignited in his belly at his friend's touch.

Carol sat back naked in a chair and played with her hair. She looked jealously at Denise's breasts and then down at her own smaller handfuls. "If I had tits like that, every boy in school would be chasing me," She grumped. Debbie sat next to Carol and the two gawked at Denise.

Denise turned to face them, frowning. "You two wouldn't be happy for long if you had tits this big," he said. "Carrying them around all day is a literal pain in the back."

"It'd still be worth it," Carol sighed. "It's all anybody looks at."

Denise sniffed. He cupped his right breast and then squeezed his fingers down, letting the meaty flesh ooze out between them, almost enfolding his fingers as they sank in. He hid his arousal at the feeling.

"Can I... feel it?" Carol asked suddenly. The other two looked at her strangely. "It's just..." she looked down at her own narrow, cone like breasts and shrugged. "I just kind of wondered what all that... feels like."

"Come on, Denise, let her feel 'em," Debbie laughed. There was a husky undertone to her words.

"If you want," Denise shrugged, letting go of his breast and acting casual. Carol stood up and moved in front of him, her eyes looking nervously at the big round breasts in front of her.

"They won't bite, Carol," Debbie taunted. Again, there was a throatiness to her voice. Carol reached a hand out tentatively, drawing back instantly when her fingers made contact with Denise's right breast. Then she pushed her hand forward, laying it against the breast, feeling Denise's chest rise and fall beneath it. She slowly and gently squeezed her fingers around the meaty sack. Her eyes were wide as she observed her fingers pushing inward, digging deep indentations in the soft flesh. Debbie, acting blase, stretched her hand out and cupped Denise's left breast, squeezing her fingers inward. Denise felt his breasts swelling under his friends' hands. He leaned backwards against the couch, pushing his breasts up and out.

The air in the room was close and hot, all three of them were sweating and tense. Debbie moved closer, and then her mouth came down on Denise's breast. She pushed her face into the heavy mound, rubbing her mouth against the warm skin. Her mouth opened and closed around Denise's hard, fat nipple, sucking it in. Carol stared at her aghast, then looked back to Denise's other breast, and her hand squeezing it. Denise groaned and his hand caressed the back of his girlfriend's head. He closed his eyes and leaned backward as gentle waves of blissful sexual heat enveloped him. Carol began to draw back, but something held her hand against Denise's breast. Somehow, she simply couldn't let go of it, couldn't pull herself away from the unfolding scene before her. Then the little blonde pushed forward and buried her face against the redhead's other breast.

The three dazed young people pressed their sweating bodies together in passion. Denise kissed Carol, then Debbie, then Carol again. His breasts pressed against theirs, feeling the stiff little points of their nipples digging into his firm meat. Their hands caressed his body, cupping and squeezing his breasts, sliding over his arms and back and belly, but not daring yet to move near that last forbidden area between his legs. Carol hugged him tightly, her hands coming around him to cup his buttocks as the two pressed their breasts together in hot, sensual heat. Debbie was not excluded. She was beside them, her breasts pressing against the sides of both of them. Her right hand was around Carol, her left around Denise. Her hands stroked their backs as she kissed their throats and cheeks. Denise was pressed backwards against the couch. His legs spread and he groaned as he felt Carol's hips push between them, forcing them further apart. Carol's crotch pushed against his stiff prick as the small girl pressed forward, her hands tangled in Denise's hair and her lips pressed tightly against his full red lips.

Denise was half lying on the couch as his feet scrambled and slid on the floor. Debbie, her eyes wide, pushed forward, not wanting to be left alone. She kissed the side of Carol's face, then, as the other girl's body slid down along Denise's body, took her place and closed her lips against Denise's. Debbie leaned across Denise's body, her right hand kneading the swollen mounds of hot, jigging tit meat on the redhead's chest, her left sliding through the thick red hair. Her lips slid against Denise's, their tongues sliding together. Carol's mouth slid down Denise's belly, her tongue swirled and circled his belly button, then dipped inside, twisting in circles. Denise moaned. Carol slid further downward, her hands on Denise's waist, then on his hips. She slid to her knees before Denise, her face inches from his throbbing dong. She gasped, her chest tight as she beheld the big staff. Never had she seen a boy so closely, never had she touched one, smelled one. She slid her trembling fingers down through the curly red hair and over his big balls. Denise's belly humped outward against her, his bowed legs almost slipping on the floor. Carol felt the heat of her friend's dick. She pulled her fingers away and stared at it before her eyes, then Carol gripped the dick and pumped it lightly.

Debbie felt her entire body flushing with hot seeping carnal energy. She bent forward across Denise's body, her mouth suckling and slurping at Denise's lips. Their mouths joined, lips slipping back and forth. Their wet tongues slithered together as their hands fondled each other. Denise's fingers had tentatively moved up onto Debbie's breasts, rubbing over her tiny, steel hard nipples, flicking them with his nails and twisting them around.

Carol's face moved against Denise's crotch. Her fingers held him still as her tongue pushed far out and lapped upward along the ten inch length. She buried her face on the lush warm pole, sucking and wriggling her tongue from side to side. Denise groaned, shoving his crotch up. Carol tightly wrapped her lips around Denise and plunged up and down him. She could hear Denise's muffled groans and grunts as he responded to the hot tonguing. Then Denise was lurching his lower body up into the air, mewling and whining with delirious pleasure as he climaxed in surging, white hot waves of sexual ecstasy. His left arm held Debbie's lips to his. His right hand grabbed Carol's head, forcing her face onto his pulsing dick as he shot a big load into her mouth.

The next day when Ms. Belson called Denise into her office she expected a chastened version of the vixen she'd met at the parent conference. She was surprised to find that Denise was unrepentant. He wore a tight yellow latex sport top that exploited the full beauty of his knockers and a matching yellow latex cheerleader skirt that extended only slightly south of his crotch. He wore his hair down and it framed his face in soft waves of kittenish abandon. There was nothing about him that suggested he had a secret under his skirt or that the humiliating events of the past two days had daunted his hussy image.

"You don't seem bothered by this, Denise," she said, holding the picture up.

"I am but I can't let it show or it will only get worse."

"So you hide your true feelings."

"I suppose. Don't you?" Ms. Belson ignored his question. Denise looked into her eyes. "Ms. Belson, I know I'm a girl now. I have breasts and a girl's figure. I also happen to have a penis. Now everyone knows it. It's not a big deal."

Belson stared in awe at the lovely boy/girl's insouciance. Then she looked down at the key in her hand and said, "Well, I don't think it's wise to use the girls' bathrooms anymore. I'm going to give you the key to the faculty bathroom. Do me and yourself a favor and keep the door locked from now on."

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