When I sat down in the bleachers, I made sure I was sitting alone and in the very back, so I could see everyone easily and it made it difficult for them to see me. Right when I sat down, I could see a lot of the guys glancing at me, wanting to approach me. As a boy, I was friends with very few of the boys in the class; in fact, most of them picked on me a lot. Let's see how they act now that I'm a pretty girl. I made eye contact with one of the guys, Kevin, and that seemed to break the ice. He got up and sat next to me.
Kevin was definitely not my friend; he was one of the main ones who picked on me. He started to talk to me, introducing himself, talked about Carol leaving, and made small talk. I listened to him and laughed at his stupid jokes; I could tell he was at the top of the world.
I decided to take it to the next step. I leaned in closer, so he could easily see down my shirt. I said in the most sexy voice I could muster, "So, do you like them?"
Kevin grew bright red as he kept on taking quick glances down my shirt. "Wh.. what?" Did I get that flustered and easily controlled when I was a guy? Although, I couldn't really say anything about that, since my face was completely red as well and my heart was beating really fast.
"You heard me," I continued, "You can touch them if you want." Kevin got a gleam of lust in his eyes, but he hesitated, saying we should go to a private place. I leaned in closer and said, "Kevin, grab my breasts now." And he did.
I thought I was prepared; I was going to have him grab me then act like I was scared and yell at him to get away. It went just as I planned, except I wasn't acting. A bunch of different emotions rushed through me as he grabbed me, ranging from excitement, anger, and fear. My mind became all jumbled and I started to scream. The whole class turned to look at Kevin touching me. Finally, I came to my senses enough to say, "Kevin, don't touch me!" and I slapped him for good measure.
The teacher came quickly and grabbed Kevin taking him away. Kevin protested, saying he couldn't help it. A bunch of the boys laughed. One of the girls came over to comfort me; I felt like I needed comforting as well. These hormones were getting hard to handle.
