Education

by Jenifer White

 

When Connor's dorm went co-ed, he was really happy. First of all, he was a guy. And what guy didn't love hot babes? Especially ones who were college schoolgirls?

But Connor wasn't like the other boys. He also had a dark secret. When he was younger, he had always snuck into his sister's room, and tried on her clothes. When he had the right opportunity, he might steal a pair of her panties, and keep them hidden in his closet, so he could wear them at his leisure. A bra here, a skirt there, she'd never know. She had so much! And it wasn't fair that she got to wear all these cool things, but he couldn't.

Of course, he also took things from his mom. In particular, her cups on her bras were so much bigger than his sister's that it drove him wild to wear them, and stuff them full. That was his favorite: his mom's large bra stuffed full, while wearing on of his sister's plaid schoolgirl skirts.

So now, here he was, in a dorm that was going to have both guys and girls. Everyone would be in and out of everyone else's room. There was a communal laundry room. He'd have so many chances to find things for his collection. Or at least to touch their things, and admire them, even if he couldn't have them for himself.

 

* * *

 

After a month, Connor had a growing collection in his room. He paid extra, so that he could get a private room. It was a good thing, because how could he dress up if he had a roommate? He looked at his latest haul. Four rooms down the hall was were Sophia and Madeline shared a room. Both were hotties, and dressed to the very limit of the school dress code, when they were in class. In private, that was out the window, and they wore even hotter outfits.

Connor knew that if he took something from them, they'd blame other girls for it, if not each other. All he had to do was make sure he picked a time when they were sure to be gone, sneak in, grab something quickly, and get out without being detected.

Today, he had found a nice silky bra, with underwires to support Sophia's impressive bust. He also had a pair of pink thong panties, which he decided must have belonged to Madeline. But they were his now! He put them next to the skirt he had taken from them the week before, at the back of his dresser drawer. He's wear them that night, and pretend he was Madeline. Or Sophia. Or a mixture of both. It didn't matter, as long as he was dressed up like a girl.

 

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Connor praised himself at how smart he was. After borrowing the girl's clothes for a while, he would slyly return them, perhaps in their dirty clothes hampers. They'd do their wash, find their missing items, and forget that the whole thing had ever happened. He tried to be careful, and not stain their clothes when he made himself come in them. But it would come out in the wash anyway, he reasoned.

Connor was all excited today though. It was the weekend, and someone special was in town. Sophia and Madeline had a friend named Brianna, who was even hotter than them! Brianna was visiting for the weekend, bringing her suitcase with her.

Connor knew that this was the perfect setup. She'd be gone in a few days, so if something was missing, she'd think she forgot to pack it. He could get some really good stuff, and not have to worry about returning it. It would be so awesome to wear something that had been on Brianna's perfect body.

As he was sitting there plotting his strategy, he was shocked when there was a knock on his open door, and all three girls walked into his room!

"Hey Connor" said Madeline. "This is my friend Brianna, who is visiting for the weekend."

"Hi Brianna, I think I saw you here with the girls before, right?"

"Ooh, he's smart too. He remembers me!"

Brianna was dressed in cut off jeans, that were cut off very very high on her legs! In fact, they barely covered her panties. And they were tight too, leaving nothing to the imagination. She wore a plaid shirt up top, but it was short, leaving her bellybutton exposed, so you could see something golden dangling there, where she had it pierced. It also exposed part of the tattoo on her back. Every guy wanted to see the full tattoo, so they could tell what it was!

She was really stacked. Her tight shirt showed off her perfect bust, and the deep V cut in the neck exposed her cleavage. Her hair was long and golden, her face that of an angle. Her smile was electric. Connor, like very guy she ever met, was immediately entranced with her. But for him, there was something else, he felt a sudden overwhelming need to wear her clothes.

More than he ever felt before: something in his mind went crazy, and it was like the urge to breath. He had to be in her clothes. It felt more important than eating or sleeping to him. Nothing else mattered in fact. All he could think of was wearing her clothes!

"Connor, we're going down to the student union to listen to the band" said Sophia. "Do you want to come and hang out with us?"

What a quandary! The girls were asking him to hang out with them! He wanted to jump at the chance. But he couldn't. This was what he needed. An opening to get into their room, knowing that he would have hours to himself.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm not feeling up to it. Maybe we can go to dinner later tonight?"

"That would be wonderful" said Brianna. She giggled as she looked at Connor, and he shivered all over. The urge to wear her clothes continued to grow inside him. He couldn't wait until they left his room, so he could get right to it.

"See you later, hon" said Brianna.

"Good-bye Connor" said Madeline.

They took off. Connor didn't even wait a minute; as soon as he saw them get into the elevator, he made a beeline for their room. He had fashioned a special key, which could open any door in the dorm. His family had been locksmiths. It was a very easy thing to do, with the simple locks they used in his building.

He unlocked the girl's room, stepped in, and locked the door behind himself. He was in! He turned on the lights, and started to scope things out.

On the desk, where the schoolwork normally sat, there was a suitcase laying open. Connor's heartbeat increased dramatically. Brianna's clothes. He had to wear them.

The first thing he noticed was a pink bra. It was on top of the suitcase, laying across the open lid. He reached out and took it in his hand. He was going to put it into the little bag he carried, so he could transport it back to his room. But as he felt the soft material, something unusual happened.

He had an urge to wear the bra now. Not later, but now! This was the bra that she wore. It was the one that was cupping her perfect breasts.

The urge grew so strong within him, that the bra seemed to be talking to him now! It sounded like Brianna's voice, and he could hear it in his head.

"You want to wear me, don't you" said Brianna's lilting voice, almost singing to him. "You want to feel my soft silky cups touching your sensitive nipples. Imagine how wonderful you'll feel with my straps over your shoulders! My band will constrict around you, and I can embrace you."

Connor's eyes were bugging out of his head. He couldn't believe what was happening. He couldn't wait any longer, he had to wear that bra, now!!!

"Yes hon, take your shirt off" said the voice. "Once your shirt is off, you can wear me. I'll make you feel so much like a girl. You'll feel so feminine and so pretty when you're wearing me. You long to feel me covering your chest, softly cupping your breasts, supporting them and pulling them up. Ooh, you want me so bad you can't stand it! Yes hon, put me no now. Nobody will see me under your clothes. You can wear me around as you go back to your room. I want you to wear me so badly! Don't you want me too?"

If Connor had any doubts in his mind, they were gone. It was like the bra itself was seducing him. He couldn't take it anymore. He had his shirt off. Now he put his arms under the straps, and pulled the bra against his chest. He reached behind, and fastened the clasps with the expert hand of someone who had done it many times before, as he had.

But this time, it was different. First of all, the sounds coming from the bra sounded like a woman having an orgasm. The more of the bra he had on, the more aroused the voice got. As he fastened the straps, she sounded like she was screaming in the throes of a massive orgasm.

"Oh, I just love the feel of your breasts" said the voice in Connor's head "They're so big and so full! They're stretching me out as far as I can go! And oh those big nipples you have, they're poking into me, and arousing me so much! Oh I can't stand it!"

All this made Connor feel so aroused! He was hard as a rock. Harder in fact. He was completely turned on.

"Don't you feel feminine now?" said the voice. "Doesn't it feel good to have me on? Doesn't it make you feel like a girl? Isn't it wonderful to have big breasts?"

Connor did feel feminine. More so than he ever had in all his life! He had been fully dressed in female attire before, even with a wig on, and makeup. But nothing had ever made him feel so much like a girl before! He turned to the mirror on the opposite wall, so he could see how wonderful he looked in the bra.

Something was wrong. When he turned, he felt something jiggling on his chest. He looked in the mirror, then he looked down, and he wanted to scream! There on his chest was the bra, as he expected. But it wasn't hanging empty; it was filled with the most perfect pair of boobs that he had ever seen in his life. Even bigger, fuller, and better looking than Briana's pair!

"Oh my god" he said out loud.

He had breasts! He cupped his hands over them, and they were so sensitive! They were real. And they were on his chest. It was impossible! How could he have boobs? He suddenly started to panic. He had to get the bra off. He couldn't let someone see him with boobs! Then they'd know he was wearing a bra. He had to get out of it!

But before he could do anything, Connor heard a voice in his head calling to him. A voice that froze him, and made him unable to act.

"Over here, hon" said the voice.

Connor turned to look at Brianna's suitcase. There on the top was a a fuzzy white sweater. It was the sweater calling out to him.

"You want do wear me, don't you?" said the voice.

"I, um...." started Connor.

The voice cut him off, and continued to talk.

"Don't you want to wear the same sweater that has been wrapped around Brianna's perfect arms? I want to caress you with my softness. I want to hold you in me so tight! I'll make your boobs look even more exciting, when they are enveloped in me. My U neck will show them off to everyone. I'll make you look prettier. Don't you want to be pretty? Don't you want to feel like a girl?"

Connor was conflicted. Putting on the bra had altered his body, and made him have boobs. What would it do to him to put on the sweater? But it seemed so soft, so harmless. His breasts would look really good inside a nice tight sweater.

"Yes hon, pick me up. Ooh, that feels good" said the voice. "Oh yes! I want to be worn by you so much! Please, let me wrap myself around you! Ooh, you're getting me all excited! Put me on! It turns me on so much to think of being worn by you! I'll make you feel so feminine. You'll feel just like a girl, if you put me on!"

Connor's hands were trembling. He couldn't help it. He had to put the sweater on. It just sounded like such a good idea. The thought of being able to feel like a girl was so arousing to him! Even though there might be consequences, as there were for the bra, he couldn't help it. He just had to put the sweater on!

He put his head into it, and the voice in his head moaned, like a girl does when a guy puts himself up into her special place between her legs. He put his left arm into the hole, and then his right. He pulled the sweater down over his head, then pulled it on all the way.

"That feels so wonderful!" cooed the voice. "Oh thank you so much! Wasn't I right? Don't you feel like a girl now? Don't you feel pretty and feminine? Don't I show off your boobs better? I just love your body. Your cute little arms, your small shoulders, your thin tummy. I'm so glad I can touch you like this. Oooh."

Connor looked in the mirror. He had definitely changed. Gone were his big shoulders and his muscular arms. Now his shoulders were smaller by far. His arms were far from flabby, but now they were so thin! His wrists were tiny too, compared to what they used to be. His whole upper body looked like that of a girl.

The fat in his tummy was gone now though, and as he turned to the side, he admired how flat he was there. That made his new breasts seem even bigger. And the tight sweater really did show them off better. It did make him feel so much more like a girl! He tingled all over. He felt like a girl!

"Very good" said the voice in Connor's head. "But how can you go around wearing shapeless baggy jeans like that? Wouldn't you feel more comfortable wearing me?"

Connor's eye caught sight of something atop the suitcase that made him feel tingles all over: a red plaid schoolgirl style skirt. The kind he loved more than any other. He loved how girls looked in them! And now, there was the one that Brianna owned, calling out to him to put it on!

"Mmmm" said the voice. "If you put me on, I'll wrap all around you. You'll be surrounded by skirt. You'll feel so much like a girl! Ooh, how I want to touch you and engulf you. Don't you want to wear me? Don't you want to show off your legs, and your shapeliness? Please wear me! Please put me on! I want you so bad!"

Connor turned to the suitcase. He wanted to wear it so badly! It was calling to him, and he just ached to put it on. But what would it do to him? His upper body was already like that of a girl. He didn't want to be a girl! He just wanted to feel like one. But the skirt continued with its seduction of him.

"You'll feel so wonderful once you've got me on. I'll gently hand down off your hips, and you'll tingle all over with pleasure, with every step you take. Every time you move, I'll move with you. You'll feel so special with me on. I can truly make you feel like a girl. You want to feel like a girl, don't you. You want to feel feminine. I can give that to you. Put me on, and I'll make everything right. Wear me. Take off those ugly jeans, and put on something that goes with your sweater! How can you go around in an outfit that doesn't match? What kind of girl are you?"

Connor's heart strings were being tugged at. All of his weaknesses were being played on. The skirt promised him that he could feel like a girl, which was what he loved more than anything. It promised to turn him on. It called to him. It aroused him. His mind tried to fight back, afraid of what it would do to him. But his hands were already unzipping his fly.

"Oh yes" said the voice. "Take it all off for me. You need me, don't you? Yes, you do. You want to wear the skirt that has been worn by Brianna, don't you. I'm going to make you feel pretty. I'm going to make you feel girlish. I'll make you feel pretty. You want to feel pretty. You have to put me on. You need me."

Connor's hands were trembling as he took off his jeans. Everything sounded so wonderful, if he would just put the skirt on! It wanted him, as much as he wanted it. He picked it up, and felt the sturdy material.

"Oh yes, hon. I love hot it feels for you to touch me. Let me enfold you me. Touch my pleats. They can be all around you, making you feel so good. Ooh, yes baby. Put me on. Wear me. I want you so much!!!"

Connor couldn't resist. He stepped into the skirt, then pulled it up his legs. The voice in his head moaned and screamed with pleasure.

"Oh baby, it feels so good! Yes, pull me on higher, higher. Yes! There. Perfect. See how I hang off you? See how good I make your hips look? And your pretty legs? And your cute little butt? I make you look so feminine. Don't you feel like a girl now?"

Connor looked in the mirror with a mixture of horror and attraction. The first thing he noticed was his waist. It was so pinched in and narrow! His hips were wider now, going out as wide as his bosom. A perfect hourglass figure. And there, hanging around him was a pleated plaid skirt. Like a girl. He did feel like a girl now.

His legs looked so smooth and hairless as they protruded down below his hemline. He turned to the side, and admired how it made his rear look. Perfect, just like Brianna's. In fact, his body was so similar to hers now, that he could have been her sister.

But there was one thing out of place: in the front of his skirt, he was so aroused that the "tent pole" in his boxers was pushing the skirt out away from him, with an unsightly bulge which didn't belong on a girl. It looked so wrong, that he felt embarrassed to have it.

"Now it's my turn" said a voice in Connor's head. He looked at the suitcase. It was the panties talking to him now. They too wanted to be worn.

"Put me on, and let me wrap you in soft silkiness" cooed the voice. "You don't want boxers under your skirt, you want panties. You'll feel like a girl if you wear me! I want to cover your cute little rear in the back, and I want to lay flat in font of you, hiding your special spot from view. What girl doesn't want to wear panties? Let me wrap you in my arms. Let my softness make you truly feel feminine."

Connor was already pulling down his boxers, having to get them over the incredible hard-on he was having. Now he was pulling the panties up his soft hairless legs. True to their word, they did feel incredibly soft, silky and made him feel even more like a girl. They laid flat across his front now. There was no more "tent pole". Now there was nothing between his legs to push the skirt out. Now he was a girl.

Connor spun around, making the skirt fly. He felt so free. He felt so good. He felt like a girl. When the shoes with the high heels called to him to be worn, he didn't even hesitate. His seduction had been total now. His mind offered no resistance anymore. He put the shoes on, which made his feet become tiny.

Now he walked with the stride of a girl. It was more of a flirty strut than anything else. Every movement designed to attract the opposite sex. He moved with feminine grace over to the mirror. The brush was calling him now. He picked it up, and started to run it through his hair. With each stroke, his hair became longer and fuller. He continued to brush his hair out, until it came down past his shoulders. He laughed, and tossed his head, so he could see his pretty hair flying all around.

Now Connor looked down at the counter. There was a necklace that wanted to be worn. A choker. He put it on, then giggled. Now his voice was high in pitch, like that of any other girl. His Adam's apple had disappeared completely. Now only his face looked like that of a boy.

But that wouldn't last long, as he started to apply the cosmetics he found before him. He put on foundation first, and his face quickly changed. His skin became smooth and soft, like the rest of his body. His chin became more pointed. As he put eye shadow on, then mascara, his eyes changed from gray to a seductive green color. They became wide and pretty.

He brushed his eyebrows, which went from being full and bushy, to thin and finely plucked. He put on rouge, which altered his cheekbones to become higher, like that of a girl. The lipstick he applied made his lips become full, and very kissable.

Now he put on a ring he found, which changed his hands to become tinier. He picked up a set of earrings. As he moved them towards his ears, piercing holes appeared, and he put them in. Nothing visible changed this time. But there was an inner change. Now, Connor would listen like a girl.

 

Connor stood before the full length mirror now. From head to toe, there was nothing left of the old Connor. Now everything had become female. A complete, total transformation from a boy, into a very, very sexy girl.

 

"I knew she'd be here" said a voice.

Connor turned around to see Brianna standing there, along with Sophia and Madeline. He noted that Brianna had used the word 'she' to refer to him! Instead of making him feel upset in any way, it felt like a grand compliment. She thought he was a girl! What could be kinder words to say than that?

"Hello Brianna. Hello girls" he said, in his new high pitched sexy female voice.

"Hi there, Alexis" said Brianna.

She looked right into his eyes, and waved her hand.

"Your name is Alexis now. You will answer to that name only. You were never named Connor. You have always been Alexis. You were never a boy. You have always been a girl."

She waved her hand again, and her orders went right into Connor's brain.

Connor just stared, his eyes blinking. No, her eyes blinking. She wasn't a boy at all. She was a girl. In fact, she had always been a girl, hadn't she? That seemed right. Oh yes, she could remember now. She was a girl, and always had been. Her name was Alexis. That was her.

Alexis's mind was in chaos though. Thought patterns and memories that had been in place for all her life were now in conflict with her new identity. She had always been a girl. So how could she remember being a boy? She was unable to speak, as the newly dominant female part of her mind started to slowly erode the male mind that had been there before. Female hormones in her bloodstream were also at work on her brain, shifting the very way she thought.

The boy who had been Connor was being erased. Alexis was beginning to take his place instead.

 

In her current state, Alexis could barely think. Brianna took her by the hand, back to the room she lived in. When they got inside, the girls closed and locked the door. Brianna looked around for a while, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She waved her hands dramatically, and then started to point to one end of the room. She moved her hands slowly, pointing from the far wall, to the near end. As she did so, things started to change in the room. The sheets on the bed turned from white to pink. The posters on the wall changed from chicks in bikinis, to guys wearing only thongs, their muscular chests oiled and tanned.

A teddy bear and a stuffed white rabbit appeared on the bed. The mess atop the dresser started to change into a neatly organized stash of lipsticks and nail polish. Other cosmetics appeared on the counter. The razor in the bathroom turned into a pink shaver, as the deodorant soap turned pink, and now smelled like roses.

Inside the dresser and the closet, the clothes began to change as well. Pants became skirts; shirts became blouses. Boxers turned into panties, while some T-shirts turned into bras, and others into nighties. Connor's shoes changed to become pumps, mules and wedges that Alexis could wear. Pantyhose appeared out of thin air, hanging over the seat of the desk.

A vase of roses now sat on the night stand, along with a clock shaped like a pink heart. The Metallica CD on the shelf became one from the Backstreet boys. And soon, all was done. Just as the transformation of Connor was complete, no so too was the room. Anyone entering would think it was the room of a girl. And it was. Connor was now Alexis. He was now a girl. And now he had a room that was just right for a girl too.

Madeline opened up the drawer on the night stand, reached inside, and grabbed something which she showed to Sophia. The girls giggled. Brianna smiled. Alexis looked at what they had. It was a big purple dld.

"I see what you like to do when you're alone" said Madeline.

"You love dick, don't you?" asked Sophia.

"I....." stammered Alexis, her brain in conflict. She was a girl. She should like boys. Her hormones said yes. Her body said yes. But there was something deep inside her that kept screaming "NO!!!!". She stood there, not sure what to say.

Brianna walked up to her, and waved her hand.

"Alexis, you love boys" she intoned. "The very thought of them drives you wild. You have boys on your mind all the time. When you're not with a boy, you love to use your dld on yourself. You are addicted to dick. It is all you can think about. Right now, you're thinking about boys. You want one. You need one. In fact, right now, you're going to go out into the door, and find one. You can't live without feeling a boy up inside your wet pussy. Now go! Get yourself a man!"

Suddenly, everything was crystal clear to Alexis. She needed a boy. Now.

"Excuse me girls" she said. "I have something to do. Would you mind waiting for me?"

"We'll be in our room" said Sophia. "Stop by when you're done."

"Okay!" gushed Alexis, in her perky voice. She smiled as she strutted out the door, and down the hall to where several boys were hanging out studying. The girls heard whistling, voices talking, and then a door slamming shut. They all went back to their room, to wait for Alexis to return.

 

* * *

 

It was almost two hours before a disheveled looking Alexis returned to the room. Her hair was all messed up, her lipstick smeared, her clothes slightly askew.

"What took so long?" asked Madeline.

"Well" said Alexis, "There are so many boys on this floor! Even when I was able to make them come quick, there were too many in the line. My back sure is getting sore, and my knees too."

The three girls turned to each other and laughed out loud.

"Do you think that he learned his lesson?" asked Sophia.

"Only one way to know" said Madeline.

Brianna nodded. She smiled, and waved her hand. Suddenly, Connor's mind was back. He could think again! His mind was whole, and now he could remember everything that had just happened to him during the day. He had been seduced into becoming a girl! He had just 'done' half of the guys in his dorm!

He looked down. Although his mind was back, his body wasn't. He was still a girl! He was still Alexis!

"Oh no!" he cried. "I'm still a girl!"

"Yes, you are" replied Brianna calmly.

"I am so sorry" said Connor. "I was so stupid! I promise, with all my heart, and with all my soul, I will never again go through a girl's room. I'll never touch their things. I'll never take a girl's clothes. I can't tell you how sorry I am."

With that, he began to cry. Realizing that he had just been laid as a girl, by so many guys, his mind reeled. He broke down, and tears gushed out.

"I really think he is sorry" said Madeline.

"Yes, he is" replied Sophia.

"I agree" said Brianna.

"So you'll change me back?" asked Connor.

"I just did" replied Brianna.

"No you didn't! I'm still a girl!"

"You've always been a girl, silly" she said.

"No I haven't! I used to be a boy!"

"Alexis, what are you talking about?" said Sophia.

"I was Connor! I was a boy!" he said.

"I don't remember any Connor. Do you, Maddie?"

"Nope" said Madeline. "I remember Alexis here, but I've never known a boy named Connor."

"Why are you doing this to me?" said Connor. "I've apologized! Change me back!"

"I don't know why you want to be a boy" said Brianna. "And I don't know why you keep insisting that you were this... Connor. You've always been a girl."

"No! That's not true!!!" he cried.

"Can you prove that this 'Connor' ever existed?" asked Sophia.

"Yes! Come to my room with me!" he said.

The girls followed him down the hall to 'his' room. He took the key out of his purse and unlocked the door. He went to get his student ID from the desk.

"See?" he said.

"Alexis Anne O'Malley" said Madeline, as she read the ID out loud.

"NO!!!" he cried. "Wait, I wrote my name in my books. Here, look!"

"It says Alexis" replied Sophia. "What a pretty flowing script you write in. And the red ink is a nice touch."

"It can't be!!!!" said Connor. "That's not my writing! Wait. How about my highschool yearbook?"

He opened it, and turned to his senior picture. There was no Connor. There was a picture for Alexis, looking pretty in her cap and gown.

"See?" said Brianna. "You have always been a girl. Everyone thinks you've always been a girl. Nobody has this delusion about 'Connor' except for you. I've given you your mind back. Why can't you be thankful? Or would you rather be a slut again? I can change you back, if you'd like."

"No!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Connor. "Don't mess with my mind!"

"So you're satisfied, staying a girl now. I see. Very well Alexis Anne O'Malley. You are a girl now, and you are a girl forever. No magic could ever change you again. It is set in stone. For all eternity, a pretty girl, you will be."

Brianna waved her hand, and Connor swallowed hard. The girls giggled, then left him all alone, in his feminine room. He locked the door, and wiped the tears from his eyes. He was stuck as a girl now, forever.

He looked at the bed. There laid the dld that they had taunted him with. While it had been a horror to be making love with a guy, it had felt fantastic. His heart started to race. He wanted to feel it up inside him! He went over to the sink, removed the cap, and filled it with hot water. Then he laid back on the bed, pulled his torn panties down, and his skirt up.

Connor worked the dld down into his wet pussy. It felt so good as it slid in! He worked it in and out, turning it to an angle so that the wider tip of it made more contact with his clit. He moaned softly as he came again and again.

 

When he was too sensitive to do anymore, he sadly pulled it out, then went to the sink to wash it off for next time. He put it back in the drawer of his night stand. He pulled out a fresh set of panties, and put them on. His old pair he discarded; the one boy had ripped them when he pulled them off. They were ruined now. He'd have to buy another pair to replace them.

He went to his desk, and stared at the note he found there. It read:

Dear Connor,

Sorry we taunted you so. We wanted for you to feel trapped as a girl, as one

last reminder that if you mess with us, you will pay for it. But we are very forgiving.

You can go back to being your old self, if you prefer. All you need to do is to go to

sleep. When you wake up, you'll be the boy Connor again. Today will never have

happened. It will all be like a bad dream.

But if you decide that you do like being a girl better, then all you need to

do is to take the dld we pulled out for you, and use it on yourself. The moment that

you penetrate yourself with it, you will set your life in stone as a girl.

It's your choice babe. Choose wisely.

Brianna.

 

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The scream was so loud, that the girls could hear it all the way down the hall. They giggled and laughed out loud. They all knew that Alexis would be a female forever now.

 

The End

  

  

  

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