Jon looked over his new body. His blonde hair brushed against the curve of his feminine butt and his DD-cup breasts bounced with every movement. "I would so fuck me," thought Jon. He was wearing black frilly panties and bra, knee length jeans skirt and a tight but flattering blouse. "If I'm going to be a slut, I might as well be a higher class slut," Jon thought.
He went downstairs and ran into his mom. He wondered what his mom would think of his new slutty reputation. His mom kissed him and said, "You look sexy today, Jen. I'm glad you've decided to be a classy slut, rather than trashy like most girls who whore themselves out. It shows that you have standards. Boys like that."
"You know I'm a slut?" asked Jon. "And you approve?"
"Of course I do," said his mom. "Remember, I was the school slut when I was your age. I went through my trashy phase before I found that the boys that I wanted would rather have a slut with a little bit of class and was pleasant to be around than simply looking like I had a 'fuck me' sign around my neck."
Jon hugged his mom and said, "Thanks for understanding, Mom. I was worried that you wouldn't accept me for who I am."
"I was there, too," said his mom. "I know what its like to want acceptance from those you love. Now have a good time at school, sweetie."
Jon went outside to wait for Karyn, wondering what she would think of having a slut for a best friend. Would they even still be best friends? Karyn walked out of her house, came up to Jon and squeezed his butt. "Hey there, lovergirl. You still on for a little fun behind the bleachers after school?" Jon, remembering that he whored himself out to everyone who asked, found himself snuggling up to Karyn and agreeing. As they walked to school, Karyn slid her hands over his breasts, eliciting a giggle from the school's newest slut.
