"J-J-Jon?" Biff said, stuttering as he stared at the teen boy in the red satin dress.
Jon smiled and wiggled his fingers at the jock as he walked by, his behind naturally swaying with every step. Karyn squeezed his hand reassuringly, walking up the front walk of the school, passing students milling around, enjoying the warm spring sunshine.
"See Jon? I told you there wouldn't be a problem," Karyn said, "I bet Biff is getting hard just watching your ass!"
"Karyn!" Jon exclaimed, blushing, "Stop it! Besides, we're not inside yet."
And they weren't. Ahead of them, near the steps, were a gaggle of students, all of them with eyes on Jon. Boys, girls, all of them looked him up and down, appraising his appearance. Jon wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. What were they thinking? His new clothes felt great to him, as if he was born to wear them, but the last thing he wanted to be was alienated at school.
"Lookin' good, Jonnie-boy," Tiffany Saunders said, coming up beside him and matching him stride-for-stride as they approached the steps. She was looking particularly fetching that morning, in her tight orange t-shirt and short-shorts. Jon had had a crush on the pig-tailed girl for years, although it had only been a physical attraction. She'd never given him the time of day, but at night she'd gotten quite intimate with him during his many adolescent wet dreams.
As he walked, sandwiched between the two women, all he could do was grin.
"I knew you had a killer bod under those baggy clothes you always wear," she continued, "and I'm glad to see that it's coming out to play."
Karyn stifled a giggle, earning a scowl from the newcomer.
Tiffany leaned into Jon's ear and whispered so that Karyn couldn't hear.
"If you ever get tired of that cow," she said, her tongue licking his earlobe, "you give me a call. I know how to show a guy like you a good time."
Then she parted from the pair, sauntering away to visit some friends, waving her manicured fingers over her shoulder as she left.
"What did she say?" Karyn asked, squeezing Jon's hand again.
"She said that you were right," Jon replied, unsure how to process what had just happened, hoping that his twitching penis didn't become fully erect in his tight red dress, "they got used to me in no time."
