Gender Bender 7 - K + C

All characters are 18 or older

Chloe's first day in school as a girl continues, now joined and guided by Kayla.

Again I arrive almost too late for class with everyone else already inside. Any chance of blending or sneaking in today seems to be foiled by my boyfriend occupying me a little too long. Not that I'm complaining. At least I'm not alone this time.

Mr. Weaver looks away from the board where he just started to talk about some equation or another. I'm glad I already, if just barley, passed math - I'm not gonna try and understand anything on the last days.

"Ah. I was already wondering If I'd get the pleasure of meeting our new - student myself. Chloe, is it?"

I open my mouth, gasping for air. I should be glad that the burden of explaining myself seems to be removed. On the other hand that can only mean....

"Ms. Victor told the teaching staff about your little -- transformation. I for one had no interest to participate in this weird little Prom Ritual you young folks picked this year, but I guess I missed some pretty big thing if it influenced you like this, huh?"

So everybody knows. I feel the heat rise inside of me. Probably for the best. No way around it anyway. And Mr. Weaver seems to be willing to...

"Sit down please. Chloe."

... accept my for what I chose to be. I breathe out, relieved.

"You too, Kayla. So that was your doing? You're behind this, huh?"

"I just liberated a butterfly from her cocoon, Mr. Weaver."

The class giggles and cackles at that, and even our math teacher grins broadly. Kayla pulls me after her and stops me when I try to move to my usual seat. Hers is in the first row, mine -- way behind that. Ada is sitting next to her, at a shared table. Usually, that is. After a short whispered conversation, she smiles at me, stands up and moves to my place leaving me the table right next to my new boyfriend. Mr. Weaver raises an eyebrow.

"You know new seating usually require teacher's permission, right?"

Kayla grins and shrugs.

"Sorry, but you won't really separate me and my girlfriend, will you, Sir?"

He smirks.

"I guess it won't do much harm this late in the school-year. You're really an item, then, you two, huh?"

She nods enthusiastically. And I too, shyly.

"Try to keep the lovey-dovey distractions to a minimum, will you? Teenagers freshly in love are the worst to teach!"

With a sigh he turns around to the board. I stare a hole into my desk, trying to avoid eye contacts. We're a couple. Sure, but the L-word definitely hasn't come up yet. As is now, I'm more than happy to have a boyfriend teaching me how to be me. Love... I sure love how she treats me, love what she makes of me, love to see her and be with her... Maybe I...

I jump as her hand rests on my naked thigh, she leans over.

"I really cannot promise to let my girl focus on math today. You're so sexy. And you treated me so well, back in the ladies room."

She nibbles my ear and my head feels like exploding.

"Such a good girl thinking of your boyfriend first. Keep that up. I like that attitude in my girlfriend."

"Than... thank you Sir"

I can only whisper.

"And good girls get rewards. Didn't have time back then, but..."

Her hand wanders higher and I freeze, my hand grasps the edge of the table.

"Kayla... Sir... Now?"

"No time like the present, like I always say."

She grins at me, putting her hand firmly upon the crotch of my short hot pants.

"Unless you're telling me to stop. I of course cherish a woman's right to say no. What's it gonna be, girlfriend?"

My mind is in turmoil as my dick fills with blood. It's small enough that it doesn't take too much blood, but my brain feels misty, my head light. I try to phrase one last objection in a way she might appreciate.

"You... you said you don't like touching my dick..."

"I also told you not to call it that anymore, didn't I?"

"S... sorry, Sir. My clit."

"And all of a sudden it doesn't sound so gross anymore, does it? I can rub your clitty, no problem."

She giggles into my ear quietly.

"We will focus on penetrating your asshole when we have time. For your own sake, I had the distinct impression you enjoy that a lot more. Don't you?"

I blush, hard, feeling sweat run down my face. I can't believe she talks to me like this in public. It's weird. But I also -- can't deny it.

"Yes. Sir. It was.. much better... when you fucked my ass."

"Good girl. So... let's focus on that when we have ample time to -- play. When I fuck you like a little bitch. And when it's supposed to go fast... we use your clit. Fast was your speciality when you relied on that thing when you were a boy. Right?"

I just nod. And whimper as she keeps rubbing me through the pants' thin fabric.

I think it is not just a matter of speed, though. Like the first time she took care of me manually right before the prom, this is -- incredibly embarrassing. And she is clearly enjoying that aspect of it, looks around while rubbing me. Looks like this type of orgasm, the one I know from being a male, the inferior, faster one, will from now on be - be allowed to me as a more embarrassing, humiliating way to come.

I feel my heart race as my boyfriend smiles at me. She loves to see me blush and writhe under her, that much I know by now. As my breath goes harder, I feel the shame of being used like this in public mix with the shame of not being an anatomically correct female. I feel I'm being trained into connecting pure bliss only with being as feminine as possible helping me to shed of the vestiges of masculinity left in me.

And I love it! Caleb must learn he is the past, my - dick inferior in all aspects in my new female form. For Chloe to be able to bloom. I look at Kayla. I am So lucky to have a boyfriend who takes such good care of me.

I wince louder, as her hand slides into my tight pants, making Mr. Weaver turn around from the board and look at me.

"Everything alright Chloe? You look a littler feverish."

I must be red like a fire hydrant.

"I... fine, Sir. Thanks. Just... a little... uhm..."

"Not Women's problem already, is it? Your time of the month?"

The giggles and chuckles from behind me in eh classroom, now turn into a short burst of laughter. And I shake my head.

"No, Sir."

"Uh-uh. Well. Let me know if you need to go to the nurse or the restroom."

I nod and he turns back around. Mercifully. Kayla smiles. Letting her hand rest in my pants, rubbing me through nothing but the very sheer fabric, doesn't move it for a while, until our classmates' attention turns away from us again. Then she does begin again in earnest.

"You better behave yourself, baby-girl!"

I clench my teeth and close my eyes and suppress any sound my body tries to make as her hand slides into my soft, silky panties and grabs my little di... my big clit. She begins to gently jerk it off - it actually all vanishes in her hand so there's not any room for up and down movement and the tight pants resist that any way, so she really only is grabbing, tight, then releasing her pressure, grabbing tight again. I imagine this is what i must feel like to be inside a pussy. In a way. Probably not a sensation I'll get to experience any time soon. Not even sure I was up to it... I feel my balls contract, my clit twitch after less than a minute. Not sure if I want to try to suppress it -- lasting longer is not exactly a plus in Kayla's book. And while it would spare me the humiliation of coming in class, I'm quite -- I am Very sure I won't be able to hold back long enough to achieve that, anyway. So I let go, press a hand on my mouth to mute my moan and come in my soft panties. Again a look from our teacher that I reply with a shake of my head, as he frowns and turns around again.

"My little fat shooter."

Kayla chuckles into my ear.

"I'm sor..."

"I told you, don't apologize for it. You may assume when I want to focus my attention on your clit, I want yo to be quick as you were as a boy. We'll safe some more for later."

Kayla smiles as she pulls her hand out of my pants, looks at it, sticky with white goo, then presses her fingers against my lips. I open my lips slowly and let her in, licking off my own come from her fingers.

"Good girl. I won't do your clean up for you, don't even think about that, so you better get used to this when you make a mess like a boy..."

I nod, licking her fingers with my salty, bitter taste. Until she's satisfied, then puts her clean hand on my thigh and turns her attention to the front of the room.

My clit shrinks in my panties sticking to their soft fabric now with jizz. Well that is... awkward. Not sure what to do about it, Kayla surely isn't willing to let me get up and take up on Mr Weaver's offer to go to the restroom. So I stay. Sitting here in a mood of post orgasmic fatigue - this kind of climax really is a mess, isn't it? Short, fast, tiring, and dirty. I long back for the bliss and seemingly endless waves of pleasure Kayla gave me when fucking my ass. So much better. The thought, that would have been unimaginable some days ago fortifies itself in my head -- if I had the choice I'd take being fucked in the ass over having my co... clitoris masturbated any time. I blush and take a deep breath. That thought definitely makes me feel more feminine!

The class seems clueless, my discomfort of sitting in my own cum increasing, yet at the same time just feeling my boyfriend's hand on my leg the whole time is heavenly. Totally worth it, but eventually it ends. And I really, REALLY hope Kayla, lets me...

"Time to take care of your little accident, isn't, girlfriend?"

I nod, eternally grateful for her compassion and understanding I follow her into the ladies room one more time.

Which isn't empty this time. Two girls from our grade I only know from sight stand in front of the mirrors, apparently fixing their make up -- they stare at us, then giggle. I freeze in the door but Kayla just grins and pulls me in.

"Don't mind us, girls, my girlfriend just had a little accident in class we need to take care of."

"Girlfriend, huh?"

One of them raises an eyebrow. The other whispers into her ear, making both giggle

"Haven't you heard yet?"

The second one grins at me.

"Someone liked the Prom gender bender theme so much that he..."

Kayla clears her throat.

"She!"

The girl giggles.

"... she chose to become one of us."

I consider objecting. Saying I chose it sounds wrong. Being a girl chose me. Long ago, but I keep my mouth shut for now.

The other one nods with a grunt.

"Can't blame her. So you got yourself a new girlfriend or what, K?"

Kayla grins back.

"So it seems."

"You know I'd have taken you back in a heartbeat, yeah?"

She winks at my boyfriend and I gasp. Kayla had girlfriends? Real girls? She hasn't talked about her past love life to me, yet. It - kinda makes sense I guess, I Have seen her with boys in the past though, so she's... clearly... Well of course she is, she's making the effort to turn me into a girl. If she was Just into girls, a woman like her would have the choice among so many, as this encounter proves. And if she was just into boys - every single boy I know would gladly be in my place. Well. Maybe if it wasn't for the changes I went through for it. Or maybe... she very much enjoyed accompanying me during the process so far, but maybe she just likes - me? For being me? My head is spinning.

I can't suppress a smile remembering how she fucked me. As I stare at my boyfriend she smirks back at her... ex?

"It was fun wasn't it, Madison? But you're the one who didn't want to come out of the closet which I hear is not a problem anymore, huh? I'm happy for you two."

She winks at the other girl. Oh. Her ex's new one? This is... complex. And for some reason -- totally not awkward. I cannot imagine this playing out like this with a boy involved. There seems to be no jealousy here. Girls are so cool. Well, OK, probably not All relationships without boys are This smooth, but still. A boy would 100 percent manage to disrupt this shit and make it all about him.

I'm not sure I'm up to this level of maturity yet. Just glad I have a boyfriend to guide me.

"So... accident?"

Kayla chuckles.

"I'm teaching Chloe here to be more -- in tune with her feminine side. Particularly when it comes to control over her body. But in some ways she's sill... Such a boy. You just breathe at their little genitals the right way and..."

Smiling, she pulls down my pants. I jump try to cover myself in front of the other girls but Kayla hugs me. Both laugh out loud at the sight of my cum stained feminine panties.

"She came in her pants? That's So very much like a boy!"

"I know - I was just teasing her a little. And all of a sudden..."

I close my eyes, my face burns with humiliation as the girls talk about me.

"That's really not at all what you'd want from a girlfriend, is it?"

Madison looks me up and down and Kayla grins.

"Oh, I've trained her to be more - patient in many ways. She's a good girl, really. She tries really hard. And she's a very -- Very good lover when I let her service me in more - feminine ways. Old Caleb - and the little that's left of him -- may have been a dud in the sack, but new Chloe Is worth my time."

She kisses my cheek. And I feel a weight fall from my chest into my balls.

"Hm..."

Madison's smile becomes softer.

"I'm sure he... she has qualities that balance..."

With a look down to my soiled panties.

"I know you well enough to know you wouldn't waste your time with a boy so undisciplined if he wasn't a better woman."

She moves a step closer and strokes my cheek.

"You're a lucky girl, Chloe. I hope you know that. K is an absolute treat, I learned so much from her."

"You sure did", Madison's new girlfriend giggles behind her.

"If you hurt my ex, I'll have to hurt you."

I gasp and stare at the tall girl in front of me. Who holds her gaze for a few second then laughs.

"Just kidding."

She slaps my cheek softly.

"If you hurt Kayla she'll take care of you herself perfectly well, little girl."

Kayla nods at her appreciatively.

"Wanna team up and help me out, here?"

Madison snorts.

"Clean up a naughty boy? You know I don't touch dicks anymore."

"Girl. So it's not really a dick, is it, Chloe?"

She looks at me expectantly. I I take a deep breath.

"It's my clit!"

That catches Madison by surprise and makes her burst out laughing.

"That small?"

Kayla nods.

"Well, now I'm curious. How about you, Kimmy? You have more experiences with dick before I turned you..."

Her girlfriend, a petite Asian, makes a face.

"Ugh! Yeah, more than enough for a lifetime. It better be a nice little clit if I even have to look at it!"

With a grin, Kayla pulls down my pretty panties and the other girls stare at me, then chuckle.

"Yeah, OK... small enough. Don't you think, Kimmy?"

The Asian girl smirks.

"Well. A bit bigger than any clit I know, but I agree. Definitely to small to be called a cock. Nothing to worry about. Cute, really. A kawaii dicky."

She giggles, making me blush -- surprised at myself that the feeling inside me can mostly be called as pride and not shame at this description. It makes me feel less boyish, more girly. And everything that achieves that raises my mood by now.

"But I'm Not touching it, either way!"

"I'll take care of that."

Kayla pushes me over to the washing basin and turns on the water -- warm, thankfully, beginning to clean my clit with her soft hand.

"Hm. Such a messy girl. A real squirter."

The other two chuckle and I just breath in deeply -- thankfully, so shortly after coming, I wouldn't be able to grow another boner if I wanted to. Which I don't, clearly nobody here wants to see my clit getting hard again.

Eventually Kayla wipes of my clit with some paper towels and smiles at me.

"There we go. Squeaky clean. But you need to remind me to teach to behave yourself, little one. People will think my girlfriend is a slut, if they hear about this."

I freeze, my heart pounding. Will they? I look over to the two girls, whispering and giggling... Yeah. They might.

Kayla makes me take off my shorts and panties that are pooled around my ankles, picks up the underwear and holds it up.

"Hm. If we wash that now, its gonna be wet for hours. You'll catch a cold. Can't have you wear this sticky thing either, though. Guess you gotta go commando, huh? I bet you're glad you didn't pick one of your new dresses or skirts."

She makes me get into my hot pants again and pulls them up, rolls my soiled panties into a bunch and drops them into my new pink backpack.

"I'm sure your Mom will know how to clean those."

She grins at me, seeing me flush red hot at the thought of my Mom getting her hands on those.

"Ha. Or well.. ask your sister, but at least to That. I bet you haven't touched your washing machine -- ever as a boy and those are not easy to care for, you need a woman's advice. At least at first. I don't what you to ruin your expensive new undies."

I nod.

"I'll ask Emily."

"Good. That'll do. Now..."

She sighs,

"We've already wasted half of lunch break because of you and I'm hungry. I bet you're hungry, baby-girl. Exciting day, after all."

She puts an arm around my waist, with her ex and her ex's new girlfriend we leave the ladies room down the hall towards the cafeteria. I don't notice many looks upon us - me - this time. Unsure whether I just don't notice it because I feel so much more at ease with myself or if really fewer people notice me as part of a group of girls that I blend into? Do I? I walk between Kayla and Madison, Kayla's hand touching my ass, and Madison also hugging my waist. Kayla notices and smiles at me, and at her ex. They really seem good friends, there's no resentment, no jealously I can sense in Madison regarding Kayla's new girlfriend. Me. Is this how girl cliques are? I couldn't imagine being so close to any of my male friends honestly - not physically, not emotionally - as I already am to the girls I hardly know. Especially not if there's a situation with a relationship involved. Surly not all girls can be this perfectly mature and sexually confident. My boyfriend is special.

Well, she definitely is, but maybe even more than I imagined. I am so lucky to be in her care -- not just do I find myself in ways I could have never imaged, I do so under the best guidance I could dream of.

As we enter the cafeteria, Madison kisses Kayla goodbye -- on the lips, and me too -- on the cheek. And pats my ass. She's not a part of Kayla innermost circle, it seems, but she does hold a special place in my boyfriend's heart. Kayla and her ex are definitely still very good friends. I blush as I imagine this kind of special intimacy -- kisses - with any of my friends when I was a boy. Unthinkable. But it feels so nice. So kind. And I feel so loved.

Talking about my former friends.... as Madison and Kim leave us, I spot some of them, sitting together. I wonder if the gossip about me that has apparently made its way all around our school has made it to...

Tommy looks up, his eyes finding me and he nudges Billy in the side. They and Freddy look at me - surprised, but not shocked. It seems they are not totally unprepared for what they see. Just the actual extent of their former buddy's change. They definitely heard. But they probably also didn't believe it. Well. They do now.

Kayla notices me looking at them.

"Your friends?"

I nod. We haven't talked about my friends at all - not even when she introduced me to her friend group which worked so smoothly I still can hardly believe it.

I realize not having spent a single thought about the boys the last days. I didn't miss any of them over what append to me. I never stopped to think what their opinion about it may be. Didn't speak a word with them at the prom, either. Didn't even see them - they didn't come to me either, while the spotlight was all on my new me, becoming prom queen. They must have been hiding.

I'm beginning to realize that calling them friends may be a bit of a stretch. We hung out. Buddies. Sure. That's about it. If I really had friends, I surely would have called them during my development in the last days, wouldn't I?

Instead I went to my sister and that's it. Other than her, I fully relied on my new boyfriend. I already feel closer to Pam and Sam and Selena and Jimena. My new friend group. Who I feel can become true friends Really soon.

"Wanna go talk to them?"

I begin to shake my head, then feel her hand slap my butt.

"Yes. You do. Trust me. Rip that band aid off. You made such good progress standing up to that bully Josh and being yourself in class!"

"You stood up to Josh. And I couldn't be me without..."

I look up into her eyes and see her smile.

"Well, I'm here, now too, baby. You gotta talk to them eventually."

I nod. Take a deep breath. As I walk towards them I become more aware than ever today of the way I walk -- the way I learned to talk like a girl from Kayla just yesterday. Swing my hips, one foot in front of the other. I smile and emphasize that even more as I approach my friends' table. Let them see me. All of me. Let's see what they have to say about Chloe.

"Hey, guys."

I position myself in front of their table, my insides a mush, my knees melting, but I feel Kayla's presence right behind me and I'm quite firm on the outside. I exude a confidence I definitely don't feel.

"Uh... Hey?"

Tommy looks up, always the leader. The other two mumble what might be interpreted as a greeting.

"You... uh... you missed game night... "

I blink. I did. Hadn't even thought of that.

"Uh... yeah... sorry. Busy day yesterday.."

He looks me up and down and frowns.

"I can see that..."

He takes a bite of his food, clearly to gain time unsure what to say. Billy steps in.

"You looked -- kinda great as prom Queen!"

I feel the blood rush into my head.

"Thanks..."

The other two stare at him

"What the fuck, Billy?"

"What? He did. Slave Princess. Cool outfit."

"Not for a boy, it ain't!"

"Just saying. He didn't look too..."

"Oh, shut up!"

Freddy snaps and looks at me.

"So what, are you gay now, or what?"

The heat in am face intensifies, but not out of pride any more.

"I..."

I may have a boyfriend, but under the special circumstances, that doesn't... Kayla takes a step forward to my side. Kisses my neck. My former buddies' mouths fall open.

"She..."

I gulp. I hadn't dared to correct them on my pronoun yet. Guess I won't have to.

"... is my girlfriend now. Being a girl herself, that technically may makes her gay, but I know exactly how you three look at me when you think I'm not noticing - your buddy has hit the jackpot, don't ya think?"

They keep their mouths open, their eyes moving from my boyfriend to me.

"And all she had to do was be a god girl for a night, and then tune back his toxic masculinity to a level where a woman might actually want to be with her."

She winks at them, takes my head and kisses me right on the lips, tongue and all. As she lets go of me and smiles at the three puts a hand on my butt and leads me off.

"Duuude! He kissed Kayla!!"

"He's dressed like a fa..."

"Hey! You know my bother's gay, I told you, don't use that word again!"

"F... fem-boy. I was gonna to say fem-boy""

"Sure you were. Since when yo you know that much about fem-boys anyway, Tommy? Been doing some research online?"

"Shut the fuck up, Billy!"

"Dude! He. Is. Kayla's. Boyfriend. KAYLA!"

"Hardly 'Boyfriend!*

"Whatever! You think she let's him get to second base already?"

I can't help but giggle, loudly. We've been to fifth base on night one. Her cock in my ass making me come harder than ever before after I gave her the blowjob of a lifetime are bases those three probably can't even imagine.

I hear them continue to bicker as I follow Kayla and feel her breath on my neck.

"Don't worry, you don't need them, baby-girl Ever again."

"Well. Sure... I guess."

She looks at me.

"What's up?"

"I... missed game night. I love gaming. Don't get me wrong - speeding the days with you, was so much better...."

She smiles at me.

"I'm a gamer. So are my girls. More or less."

"You are?"

She sighs.

"If you say anything about girl gamers, I'm gonna have to slap you. You're one, too now!"

"I didn't... I don't have a problem with girl gamers. Never did."

"Good to hear that. Now don't tell me you think you'll miss playing with - those guys?"

I turn my head, look around and hear her sigh again. She can read my mind.

"I didn't get the impression you're really very close to your - friends over there, given how they reacted to your decision, but if you want to stay in contact you can do that, I'd never tell you who to befriend. But I recommend you speak to them individually. Males in groups are about the most irrational, unreasonable thing in the universe. If we speak with them under six eyes, they may be a little less -- inclined to play tough for you. Maybe start with this Billy guy. He seems - the least douchy."

"You'd let me see them?"

"I'm your boyfriend, not your Mom. You can pick your own friends, but I hope you develop higher standards once you learn how worthy you are of Real friends. Like your new ones. Who also love video games."

Gratefully leaving the bickering behind I follow Kayla to the counter to get our lunch.

"And who's that pretty one? I've never seen you here before, have I girly? I know all the pretty students..."

The lunch guy -- a really old dude, at least forty -- appraises me, almost undressing me whit his eyes. I never noticed him much beyond being a food dispenser, and I don't think he ever took notice of me. He clearly hasn't recognized me as the a guy who has been here every noon for years now. Speechless I stare at him, then at Kayla.

"Just ignore him, babe, he's just a creep. He talks like that to all the girls. Well, mostly just the pretty ones like you."

The creep grins as my boyfriend rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue at him. I am honestly totally shook. No idea how to react to this. As we move away, I very much feel his eyes following us, burning holes into my hot pants clad ass.

"Is... is he really like that -- all the time? That's... I had no idea we have a creepy old perv in our cafeteria..."

She sighs.

"Of course it's nothing a boy worries about, huh? Or even cares about. Sure there have been complaints. But I guess it helps he's kinda cute, don't you think? For an old dude..."

I look over my shoulder. His eyes still follow us, while serving food to the next in line.

"Yeah. Kinda... I guess..."

Wait -- he's a man, I don't know if he's... do I? I shake my head and look back at Kayla.

"Cute or not, that's not OK!"

"Right answer. Glad to have you on our side in this now, girlfriend."

She kisses my cheek and I blush.

"But you gotta learn when to fight a fight and when to let go. You're hot girl now, you'll have guys leering at you all the time. And I mean All the time. The less of them recognize you as the boy they think you were, the more there will be. That's what men are. Creepy, dirty perverts, all of them."

I blush, still feeling a pang of shame for my - former fellow males. A minor pang. I still feel slightly responsible, but not guilty for it. Not a man anymore, after all.

"As long as it gets us extra dessert, we let him stare. If that's all he does. The moment he went any further with any of us girls, he'd be a goner. He knows that. He keeps his male urges in check."

"Extra..."

I look down to my tray, to the two dishes of jello.

"Huh..."

Kayla winks at me.

"Remember that -- we can't change males..."

She giggles...

"Not unless they weren't males in the first place, like you, baby..."

I blush.

"They're primitive and stubborn. So to stay in charge we have to use their weaknesses - their many weaknesses - against them. Let them have their small kicks from lurking while also letting them know we're in charge of what they get to see and do. They may tell themselves they're the big dick guy in control, but deep inside the know who runs the show."

I giggle, taking in another lesson about being a girl from my boyfriend, eagerly, as we move towards the table with her -- our -- girl clique. And I cannot deny I feel So much more relaxed around them, their faces open, smiling at us, kind and accepting while still being able to make out the bickering of my old gang in the background.

"Girls -- did you know Chloe's a gamer?"

"Cool!"

Jimena smiles at me.

"What are you playing?"

I sit down, emerged in the conversation before I even fully arrived here. Not a moment of hesitation, no checking me out again. no attempts to marking territories as with my male buddies. Immediately I am a part of the group, involved in the conversation, about games first, then about my clothes, and makeup, making me blush, glow with pride and exhilaration. I get comments in masses and the chance to gush about my female experiences -- my day with Kayla, which my new friends receive with giggles and knowing looks. Especially the part in the changing rooms when we were alone and how I got my massage in the spa.

I hesitate not for second to talk about any of that, our most intimate moments. Kayla smiles and nods, approving. I would have stopped at once if I had seen signs that she feels I overshare, but she does not seem to. I would never - ever - have dreamed of talking like this to my buddies as a boy. Not that I had anything like this to share. Ever. I would have bragged about a date, if I had had one, likely lied about being on top and doing her hard. Telling them openly about modelling in front of my boyfriend and eating her out, getting a prostate massage and an anal orgasm in a beauty parlor - not in a million years. Now, here with the girls... It's normal. Perfectly OK. Girl talk. Not sure if that really is how all girls talk or just a side effect of Kayla's and my - kinda special relationship, but either way, it feels perfectly natural to me. To my boyfriend, to the other girls.

Kayla's hand rest on my thigh all the time and she kisses me - passionate, again and again. Such public display of affection would have made me cringe as a boy. I feel perfectly treated. Appreciated. Loved by my new boyfriend.

Lunch break goes by in heartbeat. My di... clit has gotten hard, I now notice - talking about Kayla and feeling her hot breath on my skin and her hand on my hot pants brings that out in me. Thankfully it is small enough that no one notices it when we stand up - or doesn't mention it, not to embarrass the new girl....

I calm my breathing, and manage to feel less embarrassed when I reach the changing rooms, dragged by Kayla. Next class is PE. I gulp, my eyes widen as she pulls me towards the ladies changing room. Sure. Not surprised, really. No big deal. I'm a girl!

I freeze again as Kayla opens the door and high pitched cries and laughter erupt from the locker room. I breath in deep and take a step into the next phase of my new life.