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104. Dragging his heels

103. Tick Tock

102. Table for one?

101. Low blow

100. Can't sit around all day

99. Tick tick tick

98. End of a long day

97. Why pick door one, two or thre

96. Passions raise, as do tempers

95. The stone picked...

94. Last class of the day...

93. Multiple classmates with multi

92. A biology lesson

91. Running into a classmate

90. Lunch Break

89. Gym Class

88. Getting ready for gym class

87. Next Class

86. One down...

85. Lucky meeting you here

Chick for a Dick: Delaying the Inevitable

on 2016-11-01 02:49:03

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Jon watched as his house passed by again as he took the SUV around the block. For the fourth time. He clinched his jaw and frowned, ashamed of both his cowardice and his inability to find a solution to the problem hanging over him.

Jon had almost been relieved when he'd arrived at detention. Mr. Martin arranged his detention as a one hour study time. That meant no talk, complete silence. That gave Jon time to finally sit and do nothing but try to figure out a way to fix his wish. It also gave him an extra hour before he had to face Karyn again.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard Jon thought it over, he could not think of a solution. He had specifically said "I wish Karyn was my penis." And now she was... forever.

When Mr. Martin released him, Jon didn't want to go. The only thing worse than facing Karyn was facing her without any ideas of how to fix her. Jon had once again been soaked through his clothes on his walk across the parking lot. The rain had not let up all day. That's fine, Jon thought bitterly, it matches my mood.

As Jon approached the house, but could not bring himself to pull into his driveway. It would mean facing Karyn. So, he had driven past the house and circled around the block, trying to delay the inevitable. Then he did it again. And again. And again.

As the house approached again, Jon felt a wave of calmness pass over him. This wasn't helping Karyn. She was his friend, his best friend. She deserved better than this. Besides, she was probably as cold and wet as he was.

Jon turned into his drive and approached his garage, the massive doors opening automatically as he pulled forward. Jon entered the garage and returned the SUV to the spot it had come from and exited the vehicle.

Jon entered the house. His wet clothes were clinging to his body, and he loosely carried his equally soaked backpack at his side. He was glad he didn't need to carry homework in it anymore, because everything in it was no doubt drenched.

A bark down the hall caught his attention as Amanda rushed towards him, her eights boobs bouncing wildly as she ran. She was incredibly happy to see him. Her tail was wagging rapidly and her mouth was open in her familiar smile, showing off her prominent teeth and long tongue.

Jon pat her head, running his fingers through her long blonde hair before scratching her behind her large, floppy dog ears. The transformed girl grunted in satisfaction and leaned into him. As Jon stopped, Amanda barked again. Whether she was showing her appreciation or asking for more, Jon couldn't tell. He pat her head one more time and continued down the long hallway.

Amanda followed him happily, walking on her four dog legs next to him. When Jon got to the staircase, he instructed her to stay which he was pleased to see she did. When he was halfway up the stairs, she turned and headed into the sitting room where Cathy had once been, most likely looking for a soft couch to rest on.

Jon continued up the stairs and finally approached his bedroom door. On one hand, Jon was dreading entering as it meant he would finally have to talk to Karyn. On the other, he could finally get out of his drenched clothes. Jon sighed, turned the doorknob, and stepped inside.

"Welcome home, Master," a pair of voices said in unison.

Jon looked up and his mouth hung open. Lisa was standing before him dressed again in a French maid uniform, only this one was much more provocative and fetishistic than the one she had worn a few days earlier. The skirt was short, showing off the white lace stocking covering her thighs, and the neckline was cut so low it left little to the imagination. She wore a lace choker around her neck and a maid's cap crowned her hair which was pulled back into a ponytail.

The real shock, however, was Nadia dressed in the exact same uniform next to her. Both of them curtsied, wide smiles on their faces.

Jon dropped his backpack.




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