“Sorry we couldn’t meet up this weekend, babe. Trust me, being with you would have been so much better than going with the family to my grandparents’.”
Kayleigh smiled into the phone. “I wish I could have seen you, too. The week’s finally done and we don’t even get to spend any of the weekend together.”
“I know, but I’ll be spending the whole time thinking about you.”
Kayleigh couldn’t help but blush. She loved how Trevor fawned over her. “Really?”
“Of course! Weekday, weekend, home, grandparents’, doesn’t matter. I’m always thinking about you.”
“I bet I can guess what you’re thinking about,” she teased. A melodramatic gasped sounded on the other end of the line, making her giggle.
“How can you suggest such a thing? You’re funny, smart, and amazing. But the fact that you’re beautiful is a huge bonus.”
She looked up towards her bedroom mirror, taking in her reflection. The girl looking back was short and thin with curly, fire red hair that refused to be tamed. She had no hips or chest to speak of, especially not when compared to most of the other girls in school. She had actually been shocked when Trevor asked her out a couple months ago.
“I don’t know about all of that, Trevor.”
The voice on the phone became serious. “Kayleigh, I keep telling you, you’re more amazing than you give yourself credit for. I wish you saw yourself the way I see you.”
Flash
Kayleigh sat transfixed, her reflection drawing her undivided attention. Her eyes danced across her features. Her wild hair framed her round face perfectly. Her green eyes were hypnotic. Her cherub cheeks and button nose were dusted with freckles. Her t-shirt clung to her wonderfully thin body, her perfect little boobs making enticing mounds underneath it.
She was so damn hot.
“Kayleigh? Kayleigh? Are you there?”
Kayleigh looked down at the phone in her hand, annoyed to be torn away from admiring herself. “Uh, yeah. I’m here. Who was this again?”
“Uh, yeah, it’s Trevor. From history class?”
“Oh. Right. Was there homework or something?”
“No. No, I just, well… I was wondering if maybe you’d, you know, like to go out sometime?”
Kayleigh looked back at herself. She was obviously a catch. Anyone would want to have her, after all. But… she couldn’t see herself being with anyone. Everyone else didn’t ignite any kind of spark in her. Nobody else was… her.
“Um, sorry, Trevor. I’m… not really interested.”
“Oh,” the disappointed voice replied.
Kayleigh flipped the phone shut without another word. The call had been nothing but a distraction. It was the weekend, and she had herself all to herself. She stood up and approached the mirror, staring deep into her own eyes. She closed her eyes and leaned in, pressing her lips against the smooth glass. Her lips looked so soft, so kissable. How she longed for a way to experience the thrill of kissing herself.
She pulled away, the mirror smeared with the outline of her puckered lips. She slowly, sensually, pulled her shirt up. The act caused her hair to flow and rustle. She loved how unique her hair was. But it was her chest that drew her attention. One of the girls at school had called her the president of the itty-bitty-titty-committee, but she didn’t know shit. Kayleigh’s boobs were perfect. They didn’t sag or wobble all over the place. They were perfect handfuls. She proved it by stripping off her bra and cupping them. The thrill of getting to hold such exquisite tits increased the flames of lust within her.
She rushed to the bed, making sure to look back to catch a glimpse of her tight little butt. She kept watching as she pulled down her pants and panties, loving the sight of her little rosebud and her lips peeking out from between her legs. She spun around and hopped on the bed, spreading her legs wide. The fiery red bush around her coochie matched her hair, and it drove her wild.
She reached down and parted her folds with a finger, feeling her arousal coating the digit. She hummed to herself as she slowly worked her finger in and out of herself, basking in the joy of being able to finger such an amazing slit. She pulled the finger out, and brought her hand to her face. She took a deep breath, savoring her aroma before wrapping her lips around the wet finger. As she sucked, she moved her other hand between her legs.
She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling so lucky that she was such an amazing, wonderful, sexy girl. She loved herself.
===
“What a day,” Brad said with a huff as he plopped down on the couch. April sat in the middle of the couch, sliding against her boyfriend and snuggling into his chest. “‘Day?’ Try ‘week.’ I thought the weekend was never going to get here.”
“I’m sorry, but did you get randomly picked for a demonstration in front of the whole class?”
“I don’t see what you’re complaining about. You did great! Even Madame Lee was impressed.”
Brad shrugged. “She was probably just being nice.”
“‘Nice?’ Brad, you sucked her off like a pro. Even swallowed and everything. I was so jealous.”
Brad perked up and looked down at her. “Really?”
“Mmhmm. Watching you go to town on her got me so hard. Hell, I’m getting hard now just thinking about it.” The small girl spread her legs. Within the confines of her tight denim jeans, a bulge was protruding down her right leg and was noticeably lengthening. Brad instinctively squeezed his thighs, feeling his libido awakening at the sight. “How about you give me a demonstration?”
“What if your parents come home?”
April waved a hand dismissively. “Tonight is ’date night.’ They’ll be gone for hours. Besides, this is us being good students and getting started early on our homework.”
Brad needed no additional encouragement. He stood up and April followed him, her erection pressing firmly against her pant leg. “I can’t wait to get out of these,” she said, unbuttoning the skinny jeans. Brad shook his head.
“I can’t believe you even fit in those. Why do you keep wearing them?”
“I haven’t heard you complaining,” she replied before sticking her tongue out at him and smiling. She pulled down the zipper and raised her hands up behind her head. She would let Brad do the honors. She knew how much he liked that.
Brad reached forward, hooked his thumbs in her empty belt loops, and shimmied the pants down. As they peeled off of her, inch after inch of dark girthy flesh was revealed. As the pants dropped past the tip, the freed monster shot up, wobbling in anticipation. Brad licked his lips, not even bothering to remove her panties, and lowered his mouth over the erect cock.
April moaned, one hand moving down to her chest, the other resting on the back of Brad’s head. He slowly bobbed up and down, listening to April’s grunts an moans. “So who’s is better: mine or Madame Lee’s?”
Brad pulled back, the cock popping out of his mouth with a wet slurp. “You really need to ask? You’re so much bigger.” April smiled. “Good boy. That’s the right answer,” she said playfully before pushing his head forward.
Brad continued to work his magic, April’s approval evident by her increasing volume. Brad was just getting ready to pick up the pace when April’s fingers clenched his hair, stopping him.
“Babe?”
He looked up at her.
“What do you say we try something… different? I was looking ahead in the syllabus and thought we might try something… advanced.”
“What were you thinking?”
April side stepped and walked behind Brad. She gently pushed him forward so he was still on his knees but his upper body resting on the couch. April hugged his waist, reaching for his belt and zipper. She quickly undid his pants and began to pull them down. Taking her lead, he shifter his legs to let remove his pants. They did the same for his boxers, revealing the dripping pussy between his legs.
Like April, the skin tone of his privates did not match the rest of her body. But as where April had a mammoth black dick protruding between her alabaster white legs, Brad had a tan pussy with dark lips between his. The two were unsuspecting victims of Jon’s wish from first hour.
Not only had Ms. Lee’s civics class become a sex class, everyone who had been in the room at that moment was cursed to swap genitals with their partner whenever either of them reached orgasm while they were in that classroom during first hour. While Brad had been eating out Madame Lee, April had been going down on Grant Jefferson, captain of the basketball team. When Madame Lee and Grant came, they switched body parts with Brad and April. Now, April had a cock that belonged on a 6’7” black guy and Brad had an asian woman’s slit between his legs.
And nobody saw anything unusual about that.
April stripped off her panties, relishing the sensation of her heavy balls dangling freely beneath her rod. She moved behind her boyfriend and rubbed her tip against Brad’s folds, teasing him. He let out a hum and pushed back, urging her forward. She placed one hand at the top of his ass, gripped her shaft in the other, and slid forward. Brad let out a high pitched moan as he felt himself being filled. “April! You’re so big!”
“And you’re so fucking tight,” she growled as she thrust forward again. The two started slow and sensual, but soon Brad’s moans and cries urged April on, and she couldn’t resist but increased her pace and force. Soon, she was slamming her proud dick into her boyfriend’s sopping wet cunt while he moaned like a bitch in heat.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Keep doing that! Keep-“
Brad’s body quaked. His toes curled, he squeezed the couch cushions in his hands, his body twitched uncontrollably, and he let out a series of short gasps as his eyes rolled in his head. Watching her boyfriend cum sent April over the edge, and she stuffed as much of her shaft into him as she could before her own orgasm hit a moment later.
A torrent of jizz was unleashed into the stuffed pussy. It soon began to leak out and drip on the floor between the two lovers. But they paid it little attention. They were basking in the afterglow, their bodies still entwined. Eventually, April’s dick went flaccid and she pulled it out of Brad, causing more cum to drip out of his used folds. April sat on the floor, watching as Brad turned over and sat on the floor with her, leaning up against her the couch behind him. April watched as her seed kept dripping out from between her boyfriend’s legs. It made her feel… proud.
“Maybe we should see what else Madame Lee has planned for this semester,” Brad said, still trying to catch his breath. April smiled, crawled to him on her hands and knees, and gave him a kiss.
Unfortunately, when looking ahead at the lesson plan, April had skipped right past the section covering “protection.” As a result, she had unknowingly just impregnated her boyfriend. It would still be weeks before any signs would begin to show, but by the time there’s no telling who would have to deal with it. After all, they had class with Madame Lee each day of the week, and whenever someone during class made Brad orgasm or vise-versa, they would swap with him, and so on, and so on. Melinda Lee’s pregnant womb would continue to be passed around the class, and whoever possessed it would believe that it had always been theirs.
===
“Barb! I’ve told you to stay out of my closet!”
Barb jumped and spun around, caught red handed with a fashionable white top still in her hands while an empty hanger swung accusingly in the open closet. She froze like a deer in headlights as the taller girl walked forward and snatched the garment away from her.
“C’mon, Cassandra! I got a date tonight with Dan! I want to look good!”
“As if I care! You keep taking my clothes and stretching them out! Go find something that will actually fit you and stop taking mine!”
Barb’s composure withered under her sister’s onslaught. It was true, Barb was bigger than her sister. Not that Beth was fat, but her extra pounds made her look practically obese next the her rail-thin, cheerleader sister. The two could not have been any different: Cassandra was prim and poised, Beth was relaxed and frumpy. Cassandra was an accomplished athlete, Beth was a book nerd. Cassandra was a knockout, Beth was plain.
“Cassandra, please. This is the first time I’ve been asked out. I want to look good. Could I please-“
“No!”
Tears welled in her eyes and she bolted from the room and retreated to her own bedroom. She went to her disheveled closet and looked over her options, knowing what she would find: nothing. Nothing fashionable, nothing cute, nothing complementary, nothing enticing. Nothing.
Meanwhile back in Cassandra’s closet, there was nothing but amazing clothes! She just needed one top! Anything would be better than what Beth had available.
“Dammit, Cassandra! I wish you would let me borrow whatever I wanted!”
Flash
Beth’s eyes dried immediately and she casually turned and walked back to Cassandra’s room.
“Hey, sis. I’ve got a date tonight, so I’m just gonna borrow a few things.”
Cassandra perked up and spun around, worry on her face. “Wha-what are you taking this time?”
Beth nonchalantly strolled to her big sister’s closet and began to rifle through the clothing. She went from one end to the other, but seemed unsure of herself. Beth finally gave a small shrug.
“Well, first things first, I guess. I need to borrow your fashion sense.”
Cassandra let out a sigh. She instantaneously lost all knowledge of fashion, outfit combinations, and trends. At least she had already dressed to go out. She wouldn’t have had the foggiest idea about how to put together the killer outfit she was currently wearing now that her fashion sense was gone.
Meanwhile, Beth was no longer casually going through the closet, but was going straight for specific articles. She tossed a top, a pair of pants, a fashionable belt, and some shoes onto Cassandra’s bed. Beth followed and spread the ensemble out to get a better looks at it. Even at a casual glance, there was no way it would fit Beth. At least not as she was. Cassandra started to get nervous and looked at her younger sister.
“Beth, is there something else you can wear? I was going to go out with some girls from the squad tonight and-“
“Sorry, sis. I really wanna make a good impression on my date. Don’t worry, I’ll give everything back in the morning. Now let’s see… I’m going to need your BMI, your height, your shoe size, you can keep your boob size but I want the perkiness of yours, that cute way you sway your hips when you walk, your soft hair along with its length, and your flirting skills. Hmm… aaaaaand your french kissing skills too. I’m expecting this date to go well.”
Cassandra reeled as her body shifted and her mind lost entire archives of techniques and memories. She felt her clothes get tighter, her shoes loosen, her hair shriveling up into an unkempt bird’s nest, her boobs sag, and all of her sexuality and confidence evaporate. She basically looked like and older version of her sister. At least Beth had kept her eyesight this time.
“Oh! And your perfect eyesight!”
The world went fuzzy and Cassandra saw a blur enter her field of vision, she reached forward and accepted Beth’s glasses. She put them on and the world came back into focus. She looked down and saw her amazing outfit being stretched out by the frumpy body she now possessed.
“You might want to get those clothes off before you ruin them. If you still plan on going out, you can borrow some of mine. I’ll even pick something out for you that looks decent. But let me know soon. I need to get dressed and do my makeup before Brian gets here.”
Cassandra watched as Beth gathered up the clothes on the bed and moved quickly out of the room, her hips swaying hypnotically as she left. Cassandra let out a defeated sigh and began to removing her clothes while trying to not stretch them out further.
