“Why do you have a boner,” she asked. I corrected her: “you have a boner.” She smacked her teeth. I said, “it happens almost every morning. It should go away.”

We heard one of our parents moving around the house. “We have to get ready for school,” Shelby whispered. “Are you crazy?” I shouted. “We can’t go to school like this. We switched bodies! I don’t know how to be you, and you certainly don’t know how to be me.”

She responded, “I’m out of absences. I’ll fail if I miss another day. But since you’re in my body, I’ll fail if you don’t show up for class. And what are we supposed to tell mom and dad? They’ll think we’re crazy.”

I stood for a few moments contemplating whether or not I should put up a fight to stay home or willingly go to school. “I’m not going,” I reiterated. “We need to go to a doctor or something.”

“We have to go to school,” Shelby repeated. “They’ll think we’re crazy. We have to fix this ourselves.

“But what do we do?” I begged

“We’ll figure it out,” she responded.

I paused for another moment. “Okay,” I mumbled. “I don’t like it, but I’ll go. Just don’t fuck up my life – and make sure you’re not walking around with my dick sticking up like that.”

“Fine,” she said. She took control of the situation. “You go get what I need to wear, and I’ll go get the clothes you need to wear.” I agreed.

I picked up a pair of boxer shorts, a red t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of socks. Shelby returned with a pair of shorts, blue socks, a green tank top, a white bra, and a white pair of panties. I chose the pair of jeans for her to wear because it would be easier for her to hide her erection if she lost control, but by this point, her cock was losing its stiffness.

I put on the panties but struggled with the bra. Shelby came over and assisted me with it. Shelby dressed herself and I taught her how to hide, or attempt to hide, a boner in a pair of jeans. Once we had our clothes on, we quickly exited the house to avoid a confrontation with our parents.

We walked a quarter mile to school every day. Walking in Shelby’s body was difficult to accommodate to. She must’ve had a different stride than me; I struggled to keep my balance for quite some time. And with every step I took, I felt my breasts bounce up and down. Eventually, such bounciness became irritating and tiresome. I was also unable to see my stomach since my breasts protruded forward. I was even able to see a small bit of cleavage since I was wearing a tank top.

When we arrived at school, we exchanged schedules and instructions, and Shelby gave me specific direction on what I should do. “When you get to P.E. you’re going to play sick. Tell them you can’t do anything, and don’t go in that locker room!” I nodded.

“When you pee, make sure you wipe yourself,” she nagged. I interrupted, “I’m not stupid, Shelby. I know stuff about girls.”

“Fine,” she said, “but don’t embarrass me. Text me if anything goes wrong.” I nodded. We decided to meet in front of the school at 3:30. We walked separate ways to our first classes.

Shelby’s first class was P.E. All of the students met in the gym so that the coaches could take attendance. I contemplated whether or not I should heed Shelby’s request, to pretend to be sick, but the thought of seeing all of the cute girls around me without clothes interested me enough to go into the locker room. Everyone began moving toward the locker rooms to get changed into gym clothes. The boys exited to the right of the gym, and the girls exited to the left. I sheepishly followed the pack girls.

Almost immediately after entering the locker room, girls around me started peeling off their clothes, though no girl removed her bra or panties. Still, however, seeing these girls, many of whom I had seen and met around the school in my normal body, with this little clothing started to excite me. I noticed a tingling feeling growing in my pussy.

One of the coaches came into the locker room. “Hurry up!” she shouted as she clapped her hands. I realized that I was doing nothing but standing still and awkwardly staring at girls changing. I quickly changed out of my tank top and my shorts and replaced them with different clothing meant for running.

I followed the girls back into the gym where the running exercise commenced. We ran around the gym over, and over. Earlier my breasts bounced slightly when I walked. Since I was running now, my breasts felt as if they were jumping all the way to my shoulders and then down to my stomach. Surely, it wasn’t as dramatic as it seemed, but it was an indescribable feeling. While my breasts’ bounciness aggravated me earlier, it was turning me on now. Such bounciness coupled with the sight of pretty girls in nothing more than bras and panties cause the tingling feeling in my pussy to grow.

When we completed the running assignment, we played volleyball for the remained of the period. When class was over we returned to the locker room. I looked around the room in curiosity. Shelby’s locker was near the showers, so that’s where I stayed. I felt terribly out of place, and the entire time I stood in the room, I feared that someone would see me as a male. But since I was in Shelby’s body, I was no more out of place than any of the girls. One by one the girls in the room started stripping off their clothes. This time, though, most girls stripped naked. Some just changed into new clothes, while some took showers. I may have been in my sister’s body, but my mind and lust for girls remained unchanged.

Some girls had small breasts; some had large ones. Some had hairy pubes; some were shaved. Some had tan lines; some did not. Some had great figures; others were homely. Some shyly changed in a corner while others proudly exposed their body. After examining a stream of 20-30 buck-naked girls, that inescapable feeling of arousal strengthened in my crotch. It was a feeling that I was exceedingly familiar with, but this time I had no erection.

I removed my shirt thence my bra. I gathered some soap and casually walked into the room with the showers. There were no walls or curtains, and every girl was in plain sight. The view was magnificent. I inconspicuously lathered my body with soap lest any girl thinks of me as strange. I ran my hands over my breasts, my stomach, my hips, my butt, my legs, and my face. Then I washed the soap away. Lastly, I washed my hair. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the girl next to me. Her name was Megan, and when I was in my normal body, she was in my math class. I had always pictured her naked, and now I finally got to see her.

She had a delicious-looking body. She ran her hands around her breasts with soap, and I thought I was going to lose my mind. She bent over to pick up her washcloth and aimed her ass toward me, and her breasts momentarily pointed toward the floor while she bent over. Then she peed right where she was standing. An act that should have disgusted me made me even hornier. I separated my legs and peed just like she did.

Eventually, most girls had left the shower room and were drying off next to their lockers. I turned my shower water off and dried my body. I put on a clean pair of panties, and I tried to put on the clean bra, but I couldn’t do it. I twisted and squirmed and was dimwittedly unable to get the fabric to stay together at the back. After what seemed like an eternity of wrestling with the bra, I gave up. I put on the clean t-shirt. Braless, I speedily packed my bag and raced to the toilets stalls, which were secluded from the main part of the locker room.

I was extremely horny by this point. I dropped my shorts and my panties around my ankles and sat on the toilet seat. Even though I had just cleaned my pussy, it was already wet from my excitement. I had never experienced anything similar to this in my life. I took my right hand and grazed it over my pussy. It was slippery and glossy. It felt as if I had dumped a bottle of lotion in my pants. I inserted one finger inside my pussy. It was even slimier on the inside. I removed the finger, which was now shiny. I lifted the finger to my nose and sniffed. It smelled similar to a male’s cum: pungent, but oddly appealing.

Next, I inserted two fingers. I slowly moved the fingers in and out of my soaked pussy. Every time my finger moved the juices made a sloshing noise. I tried to keep quiet, but the pleasure and excitement eventually outweighed my concern of someone hearing the unmistakable sounds of female pleasure. The wonderful feeling that originated in my pelvis now reached throughout the rest of my body. My heart was walloping, and my breaths became shorter but deeper. I abandoned reality. I closed my eyes and leaned my head backward. I no longer cared about who I was or where I was or what I was doing. My mind only concentrated on the pleasure that was building closer and closer to orgasm.

While I was fingering, I stuck my other hand under my shirt and fondled my breasts. My nipples were hard, and playing with them seemed to heighten the excitement of the moment. Droplets of juice were flying from my pussy and landing onto the toilet and my legs. The squishing noises from my pussy became louder.

I had drawn one final breath before the orgasm exploded into every part of my body. It was a loud, gaping gasp, followed by a squeal that I half-heartedly attempted to suppress. The pleasure took my body captive and forced my knees to buckle back and forth. My hand continued to furiously pump my pussy while a clear liquid shot forward into the toilet and onto the clean pants that were laying on the floor.

I sat still for a few moments trying to catch my breath. I became conscious of what I had done and that someone may have heard me because I was so loud. I looked at my hand that was covered in sticky slime.

I clean the squirt off of my hand with toilet paper; I dried the front of the toilet seat that I had leaked upon. My pants had some wetness from the ejaculation, but I hoped nobody would notice. I got fully dressed and stood up. My breasts hung freely since I still wasn’t wearing a bra.
I opened the stall door, and there was Megan, the girl who peed in the shower, waiting to see who was going to come out. I stared at her for a briefly. Then she walked away. She had an odd smirk on her face. I didn’t know what to think, but I had a feeling that she heard what I was doing.