Gender Bender 8 - Let's Get Physical

Chloe's journey to shed her life as a boy and become her true female self continues during PE.

All characters are 18 or older.

All the eyes of the girls in the locker room stare at us when Kayla pulls me in behind her. We're late again. I wonder if she does that intentionally to maximize my entrance or if she's just really to enamored with me to think about time. Both options make me blush. Hard.

As we move to Kayla's locker, she smiles at the girl next to it. I lower my eyes - she's topless, in a state of changing into her sports outfit -- all the girls are in various states of undress.

"You mind letting my new girlfriend have your locker, Sandra?"

The other girl looks me up and down.

"Girlfriend, huh?"

"Yeah, where have you been all day, Sandy?"

A giggling voice from the other end of the locker room calls her out.

"Kayla's new hottie is the talk of the whole grade."

"You really want to be a girl... Caleb? You are Caleb, right?"

I nod, surprised she knows my name, then shake my head. No. It is Not my name!

"Actually -- It's Chloe!"

She snorts.

"Well, you sure made an effort."

She touches my face and I feel the heat rise in it.

"Wearing make up. Sexy clothes. That's not what makes a woman, though. You know that, right, pretty boy?"

I look down in shame - somehow being called that -- boy - is the most demeaning thing happening to me today. Kayla puts her arm around my shoulder.

"I can assure you, she does a lot more to proof she's a woman, Sandy."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

The girl bursts out laughing.

"Well. He... hm... she doesn't seem the type to try and sneak in here under false pretense to stare at some boobs, huh? Much to shy about it..."

She puts a finger under my chin and lifts my eyes, making me look straight at her naked chest.

"You like 'em?"

I swallow, my mouth dry. They're bigger than Kayla's, a little saggier. But stunning. I feel trapped but there's nothing I can do but be honest and nod. She smiles as she gazes at my flat chest in the tight crop top.

"Would you like to have some, yourself pretty -- girl?"

Again I nod, making her chuckle.

"I don't think any boy who's not serious about it would go to the length of admitting That. Uh-huh. You'll have to tell me all about how little Chloe earned her place as your -- girlfriend, K. Eventually, OK?"

My boyfriend nods with a grin. And the redhead packs her stuff, moves one space to the next locker, shushing away the girl changing in front of it.

"Hey. You can't have mine, there are a bunch of free ones over..."

"I'd really like to stay near our new girl. Please let me have your locker, Sasha, OK?"

With a sigh Sasha takes her stuff and moves. Sandra is quite a force of nature, apparently saying no to her is not an option for most of her fellow students. I know she is a little bit of Kayla's rival when it comes to being the most popular girl in the grade. I feel a tension between them, but nothing coming even close to what two boys in the similar situation would exude. No aggression, just - teasing. The fact that they're locker neighbors and on mostly friendly terms... I sigh. Women are just the way more mature gender. She strokes my cheek one more time.

"You Are pretty one. Actually it would have been quiet a waste to let you stay a boy. I guess the prom was your big coming out moment?"

I nod

"Good for you... I may even get a bit jealous of K for making such a nice catch."

She snickers again and Kayla puts an arm around my hips, possessively.

"I did. You my think about getting your own closeted girly-boy to turn into your girlfriend if you like it so much."

Sandy grins.

"Or we share..."

My boyfriend chuckles.

"I know you more for just taking other's possession, but if you play nice..."

They stare at each other for a while, then Sandy breaks off eye contact and continues undressing. I look at Kayla, flabbergasted. The way they talked about me - like a trophy.

"Don't worry, we're just teasing. She wouldn't dare going after My girlfriend!"

She kisses my forehead.

"And I'm too enthralled with you to even think about the sharing part... yet."

Kayla raises an eyebrow, her mind apparently shifting to our current situation again.

"Did we even get you a proper outfit for PE? I got you yoga pants and stuff, but... "

I shake my heard

"I don't think so."

"Why didn't you say something? What did you do, bring your boy gym clothes? I'm not going to let you..."

I shake my head again.

"You... what, forgot your gym clothes? How old are you, ten?"

She giggles as I blush.

"I... I didn't... I didn't really think abut any class we have today. I was.. uhmm..."

"Thinking about me?"

She winks at me

"You sweet talking little devil, you. OK, no problem. I have a spare set of gym clothes. I think my stuff should kinda fit you. Really -- given how I know your sizes after shopping with you, I know they will. I've actually already been thinking about sharing some of my clothes with you eventually. So let's start with this!"

She pulls out a set of clothing from her locker -- white, with red trimmings, a top and short pants that look pretty tight, and a second matching set -- red with white trimmings. She put some thoughts into this. I Did watch her from the corner of my eyes during PE... as most boys have, and probably many girls. She looks hot in those, I know... Me, on the other hand... She hands me the red set. And I blink.

"You'll be a little firecracker in those."

And winks at me. I nod. I have probably no reason to become self-conscious. Well, I always were as a boy, and of course, I notice people looking at me now. But I feel - more comfortable in my body. Remarkably enough, in my tight feminine clothes. This... Well to be honest, the clothes I'm wearing aren't any less revealing, really. Hot pants and a crop top is pretty much exactly what this set is, too, just in a more stretchy, softer fabric.

I pull my top over my head and realize I had more inhibitions showing my chest when I was seen as a boy in the boy's locker room. Here and now, all the girls freely reveal their breasts and the only thing that evokes in me is that pang of envy I feel for being flat. OK, so far. But...

I freeze, as I put my hand to the hem of my hot pants -- I almost forgot I lost my panties when Kayla cleaned me in the ladies room after my - accident. I cannot just...

Kayla looks at me, grinning, reading my mind as she tends to do.

"Don't worry, baby, nobody expects you to be a perfect girl, your - physical shortcomings will not be mocked, right, ladies?"

I only now notice everyone - everyone - is watching me change. And feel heat rise to my head, ready to explode. They smile or look vaguely interested.

"I..."

"Here, let me help you."

She grabs my hot pants and pulls them down, revealing my small dick... clit to all the other girls. I close my eyes -- hear some soft snickers, one eerily close... I open them again, and jump as Sandra has moved in closer. And looks at me.

"Not that far to go to become a girl, has she? That little thing is actually pretty cute."

She grins at me, then at Kayla who returns the expression.

"Might be the smallest I've ever seen and I've seen a few. Smaller than all the boys in our grade, don't you think ladies?"

Some approving noises from the audience, some sound like expressing doubt. I gulp, my mouth dry, my knees trembling. This - would have been the worst possible nightmare some days ago - naked in the girl locker room, the girls appraising my cock and finding it the smallest. Right now -- that is - weirdly comforting. I have come to accept the fact my boyfriend likes my dick small.

My clit. I remind myself. That what we call it now. And for a clit, it's a good size, I smile, take deep breath. Surely, that's good. If I really hold the rerecord of smallest dick in the grade -- if I was still thinking of it as a dick. That's a reason to be proud.

"Thank, you Sandra."

She looks at me, eyebrows raised. I realize I haven't said a word to her -- strong woman that she is, she has always intimidated me as a boy, almost as much as Kayla did. That didn't feel - very different when I got into the locker room, but it is slowly... changing. I feel... more equal to her. I may not really Like her, but I feel a certain sense of -- mutual understanding? Respect?

I look to Kayla who grins. Despite the rivalry, I can sense her respecting the redhead, as well. Is this what being a woman is like? So much more mature and so much less -- stressful than boy relations. I know there is friction between women, too, so this cannot be all there is to it. But right here and now... I feel like having taken anther big step into a world so alien to me as of yet and so - alluring. Sandy smiles at me.

"Really like your attitude. It's a tiny little thing, but if you're willing accept that, it's showing you'll one day make a really good girl, I guess."

She turns to open her locker, pulling down her jeans, totally unperturbed by my presence.

"Good girl, indeed"

Kayla pats my head and nods.

"Now get dressed you little attention whore!"

I blink, see her giggle at me staring.

I put on the top and the pants, a pair of socks - even a spare pair of sneakers, red like my outfit -- they fit me perfectly.

"I noticed we even have the same shoe size. Such Tiny feet. If you were a boy. You really weren't meant for that, were you my little baby-girl?"

I shake my head as I tie the laces.

"Sharing shoes with you will be even more fun than sharing clothes."

She plants a kiss on my lips, making the other girls coo, giggle and go "Ooh" and "Ahh". Not in a mean way. Genuinely supportive, it seems.

I follow her out of the building, feeling positively sheepish as I come from the girls locker room and our group of students mixes with the boys. The looks I get from them are... different. More mean, the laughter not supportive and teasing, but seriously mocking. I grunt deeply in my throat, raise my head. Not gonna let them bring me down. I'm proud of who I'm becoming. And I'm with the people who get me. My girls!

I walk across the running tracks into the field, holding hands with my boyfriend, not as shy as I had thought I'd feel, sensing all eyes on me. Including those of Ms. Collins, our PE teacher.

She's a black woman, tall, strong, - muscles on her arms and legs and abs I could only dream of. Most boys, too. As a boy, I felt scared and intimated by her -- as a girl, I look at her with total adoration. She confident, strong, a total role model! I'll never have her body. Even among the girls, I am not one of the tallest. Or strongest, despite my misplaced Y chromosome. She wears a cropped shirt, showing off an impressive six-pack. Ms. Collins used to be a professional athlete. Even ran in the Olympics -- 4 x 400 meters relay. They came in fourth but she broke a national record of some sort I think. I'm not sure.

She's totally rad! How did I ever not see that?

She lets her muscles flex in the sunlight.

"Alright, everybody, warm yourselves up!"

Then walks towards me and Kayla.

"Except for you two, we need a little talk before we start."

I follow Kayla to her feeling slightly sheepish. Only a little though, and Much less than when Ms. Collins talked to me when she still thought of me as a boy. If anything, my new adoration for her is what makes me feel - awkward, while before it clearly was insecurity and fear

"Of course I heard of you and your new - life. Chloe, is it?"

I nod and she smiles at me.

"I thought you made a pretty prom Queen and a very good one. Seriously. I'd have guessed the whole Gender Bender Prom thing would end end in a farce really, but you - kinda were pretty much a deciding factor in making it work out. Keeping the boys at bay when they saw one of them walking proud and accepting the whole affair with grace and poise. I had thought you're just... A good sport with it. More confident than I would have taken you for. But now...?"

She looks down on me.

"I am surprised. Hadn't taken you for the type. Even though I guess it makes sense, huh? Never the most masculine of boys, were you?"

I blush. Smile at her, I've learned to take that as a compliment. Easily. I was not and that's a good thing.

"I assume not having heard any complaints from the other girls they have accepted you into the locker room as a one of them?"

Kayla nods.

"Yep. Everyone can see my baby's a woman through and through."

She nods.

"A pretty one, too. Amazing what a bit if self confidence and proper guidance can make out of what looked like a plain boy. A beautiful swan from an ugly boyling..."

She chuckles

"OK, fine with me, I have no doubt you're serious about this. You'll play in the girls' team today. And I hadn't even planned to do boys against girls, but just for you I'll change the plans to help you - ease in. Let's see if finding your role had some effect on your athletic skills as well."

She smiles encouragingly and I nod. I hadn't even considered that. I was a clumsy boy, everything But athletic. I do feel a lot more graceful and at home in my new persona's body. Could that really changed so much to have measurable effects? Ms. Collins seems surprisingly confident about that.

I follow Kayla to a group of girls stretching and lightly jogging to warm up.

"My Dad says those trannies are just doing it to get ahead in sports!"

Ms. Collins freezes in her track, then turns around, looking the boy up and down. I blush red, as all eyes move from him to her to me and back.

"I'm sure your father is aware that most of our girls here would beat your flabby ass in any given athletic competition, Aiden Anderson!"

All turn around to Aiden as it's his turn to blush.

"And I noticed you staring at Chloe's ass, so if you think she's not a real girl, what does that make you, huh?"

"I... just..."

"You'll run labs around the field while you think about that."

"I... yes, Ms Collins,"

He drops his head.

"After you apologized to Chloe!"

He clenches his teeth.

"Sorry, Cal..."

Ms. Collins raises an eyebrow

"Sorry, Chloe. I didn't mean to..."

"Yes, you did, but I won't have any of it during my lessons, are we clear? Heard enough of that 'You're not a real woman bullshit' from guys I outran and I Do have two x-chromosomes."

All the boys mumble agreement. Some are more forthright, I can see which of them already see me as a girl and which will need -- some work.

However, I do feel the looks of most if not all the boys on my ass as I begin to stretch and blush. Great. Even if they Do see me as female, that means I get This. Well. It feels kind nice to be seen as a desirable girl. Kinda. As longs as they stick to watching. Boys are Such creeps. And yeah, that included me up until some days ago. I surely ogled the girls' asses and breasts and tried to peek under their skirts. Are they ogling my ass as a girl because they find it hot, or do they find me weird?

I sneak a peak now - some are staring, but I recognize the gazes of most are -- kinda glazed over and they're definitely worried about their dicks pitching a tent. I giggle. Kayla follows my eyes, sitting next to me.

"Oh, just ignore those pervs, baby-girl. Unless you don't wanna. That's your prerogative as a girl now. The boys may be thinking they're tough and in charge but we're calling the shots. We can let them hang and wank off to the images in their head at home or we can... teach them something... Or go the next step, whatever we wish."

She smirks at me. And then kisses my lips, making the eyes of he boys open wide in shock.

"You really think they're staring at me like that? Not to make fun of me?"

"Oh, I know those looks, Chloe. They can see you're hot. Yeah, it may confuse more than one of them - very deeply; to their core - that their little dicks are getting hard over you and they deny it vehemently once their in the locker room among to each other, but they do."

I nod. I like it. Being a girl is so much fun.

"And if you like any of them, we can... Pick one to tease particularly!"

Now I stare at her.

"I... I'm not into... You're my..."

"I'm your boyfriend and don't you forget it, indeed."

She kisses me again.

"Doesn't mean I won't let you flirt. I'm not the jealous type."

I feel the heat rush to my face and she chuckles

"OK, you're not ready to talk about boys, yet. Later!"

Ms. Collins' whistle blows and we jump up.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Mr. Anderson, before you overexert yourself, rejoin us please. Volleyball. The boys go and get the net!"

Mumbling and moans from the boys. Their activity gives me the chance to sneak some peaks. Some of them are pretty... hot. Tight asses and bulging muscles in short gym clothes. I swallow. Blush. I didn't become a girl because I'm secretly into boys. I lo... really like Kayla after all, and do this for her. Mostly. I mean, it feels a Lot better being a woman now than being a boy ever did, but that doesn't make me.. and yet... Maybe a little? I'm confused. If I didn't know better I'd say I got female hormones running through my body. What if if was into boys? Even just a little... did I kinda always have been? Does it just come out now because I allow myself... or Kayla allows me to.. be.. what I am?

I shake my head as the boys finally finish and we move to the field.

PE class is amazing. I cannot really explain it -- it's not that my body has changed, physically, and yet, I feel -- more athletic. I know the rules of the game, of course, but I have been bad at sport, clumsy and awkward, never really getting the grip of any ball game or most other athletic endeavors. Now, though - the moves come easy, I hit way more balls than I miss and land more than a few decisive balls in the boys' opposing field across the net. The other girls cheer, and laugh with me, high-fiving, and slap my cheeks.

Confidence. That must be the key. I feel confident in my new persona, supported by the other girls. Like this, all else comes easy. I never ever felt like this as boy - when on the other side of the game, I missed more than I hit and the laughs were at me, not with me, slaps mean and painful instead of playful and encouraging. I have found my place on this site of the net. With the other girls.

The class flies by. One last time I rise up and smash the ball into the opposite side of the field just into the corner, where none of the boys can reach it, scoring the match-point. Immediately the other girls hug me, kiss me, celebrating our victory. They brush against my body, my chest and crotch, which feels nice, but also perfectly normal. Nothing sexual. Just normal physical closeness, purely friendly proximity.

As a boy I never had that. Never seemed achievable. I had no idea what I missed out on. This life is So much better.

We move it to the locker room after Ms. Collins ends class, laughing and cheering. I follow the other girls, strip naked without a thought and join them under the shower. I have always felt - awkward, uncomfortable, shy in the boys' shower as a boy with the other boys, looks either shamefully averted to not seem gay or mean - openly appraising, comparing, judging. This... While it should feel So much more awkward, with my male body not caught up to my new state of mind -- it doesn't. It is perfectly normal, somehow. None of the girls complain about my presence, look at me disapprovingly. I feel welcome. Accepted. This is where I belong. As the sweat of PE washes off, Kayla pulls me towards her, kisses me pushes me against the white tiled walls...

Of course the other girls are watching, giggling, smiling. But definitely not mocking. Nor disproving or shocked. Does this happen often in girls' showers? The boys' perverted mind surely thought about this a lot. And talked about it. I can't deny I have fantasized about it. too. Never with any boys present in my mind. Go figure.

But I wouldn't have thought it real. Maybe it isn't. I feel my relationship with my boyfriend is very special. Or maybe it is and girls are just this close, emotionally, physically. I have a lot to learn, for sure. Later. right now, all I need to do id follow my boyfriend's lead.

Her hands wander over my chest while she kisses me demandingly, her thighs pressing against my crotch, rubbing against my di... clit.. It has gotten hard -- I'm trying my best to keep in check all day now, but there's no way that, excited, heated, aroused as I am I can prevent it from reacting to her actions the way it does. I blush as she snickers, with a gaze down on it.

"S... sorry..."

"No need to apologize, baby-girl, it's not your fault you were born with boy-parts. We'll just... do our best to ignore that for now, hm?"

She kisses my cheek and I nod. I'm getting so much sex and attention since I'm a girl with a steady boyfriend. And so little of it focused on my - former cock. It should have seemed weird, and would have been torture to me when I thought of myself as a boy, way too obsessed with that tiny little thing between my legs. Now it seems right. I know there are - so many ways to have fun. So much better ways. I feel my clit throb, but I don't mind it being ignored. Within a moment I go down on my knees in front of my boyfriend, spread her legs and begin to kiss her sweaty pussy, again feel that pang of envy rise inside of me for her having one.

We've talked about "penis envy" in sociology class. What an extremely silly idea -- only a man could have come up with that. Pussies are So much more fun, female orgasms So much deeper and more meaningful than anything a cock could ever provide. And deep inside I'm sure most boys know it. Or feel it, their obsession with their tiny wiener seems - quite the overcompensation.

Kayla's clitoris is big, swollen and throbs demandingly as I start to kiss it, lick over it hungrily. She leans against the wall under the warm water falling onto us, grasps my hair, pulls my head in and lets out a long drawn sigh -- loud enough to not be hidden by the rushing water, clearly she has no intention to keep me pleasing her a secret - uninhibited and without shame from our fellow women around us.

Still unsure if this is really what women are like among themselves or just the particular unique open minded brand of femininity my boyfriend lives. One way or the other, I am very much determined to become the exact same woman she wants me to be, satisfy her and make her happy without any restraints. So that means I, too, have no shame and no inhibitions to live my feminine sensuality in front of other women. Feeling the eyes of more and more fellow students fixated on us, I lean into Kayla's crotch, lick down from her clit, open her lips to sip the heavenly nectar. So tasty. I have tasted my own cum before - like every single aspect so far that I have learned about being a women, their taste is superior to that of men, by a long shot.

I press my lips against hers to take in all of her sweet nectar, not to have it diluted by the shower water, just tasting her is more exiting and arousing than full on orgasms that I had as a man.

I return to the clit, suck on it, paying good attention to her reactions - her sighs, her writhing under my hands that reach around her and hold her butt.

I feel proud inside when she comes, hard and fast-- I'm sure she could hold herself back much longer. So much more self control than I could ever hope to have, but when she allows herself to give in to her arousal, I can make her cum quickly. And well.

Warmth rises inside me. As a boy, I had so much self-doubt, so much uncertainty. My dick was small, my stamina when it was erect less than stellar. And frankly, despite secretly devouring cunnilingus porn, I probably wouldn't have dared -- or admitted the humility in myself - to go down in on a girl like I do now. Honestly, I'm sure I'd be a terrible lover as a boy - insecure, selfish. As a girl... I smile, lick her clit as Kayla comes screaming.

I'm pretty good. Learned all I know from her, and I learned fast. And comprehensively. As I lean back, licking my lips, I really notice the eyes on us for the fist time. Not judging, but in a way - admiring. A little jealous, even. Of me or of Kayla, I couldn't tell. I smile and can't suppress a giggle. I guess the all think I did well. Kayla surely does. She sighs, strokes my hair. Looks down on me

"Thank you, princess. Ready for your rearward?"

I nod. Shyly.

"Whatever you think, Sir."

She chuckles and pulls me up, turns me round, makes me bend forward, hands against the wall. I close my eyes, take deep breath. She's not going for my clitty, I guess. Good. I have had enough of of those kinds of orgasms. Want more memorable ones. If I'm right about what to expect, I'm sure I'll enjoy this much more. So much more.

I bite my lip and whimper as she I feel her soft gentle fingers spread my cheeks, her fingers probing me. She chuckles and the girls gather around us as I shamelessly stick my ass further out for her to have easier access.

"You're gonna ignore hi... her dick then, huh?"

I recognize Sandy asking, not opening my eyes. Kayla chuckles

"It's jot a dick, it's a clit! And I'm afraid my girlfriend hasn't really learned to use hers like a proper girl yet, she still tends to think of it like a boy. Way to uncontrolled. If we stimulate that thing, it still controls her, not the other way around. It's messy, and it's a short fuse. I'm training her to come like a girl. And I'm pretty sure she appreciates a good, penetrative womanly orgasm, am I right, baby?"

I can only moan as her finger penetrates my sphincter, then gasp -- my eyes snap open - her hand, well lubed with shower gel, forms the familiar shape I've gotten to know yesterday at the spa. Here? Now?

Of course, my boyfriend has earned the privilege to take me like this - and I have more than proven my willingness to be taken, but... I clench my teeth, feel my clit twitch and harden. Within its small limitations. I guess Kayla understands that is consent. I hear gasps from the other girls as my boyfriend's hand fully spreads my asshole and slides into my bowels.

"I'd use one of my cocks on you, but I admit I forgot to bring a strap on to school, baby-girl. You don't mind, do ya?"

I can only nod and grunt as the thickest part of her hand enters me and utter a sigh of relief as I feel my sphincter wrap tightly around her slender wrist. Then moan again, as she forms a fist deep inside my insides.

"Ung.... God..."

I grunt, the last rational thinking leaving my brain, words deserting me. I fell so full, so deeply penetrated. And the gaping eyes of our audience - girls I've known for years staring at me begin anally destroyed, makes this so much more arousing,

But most of all: It's Kayla! She's using perfect mixture of gentle loving care and forceful willpower to make me hers. Yesterday's anal deflowering at the spa was almost - clinical. Professional. This - I feel her affection for me, her hand toying with me gently as my muscles clench, her mouth kissing the hollow of my back when I let out a particularly loud grunt. This is an act of affection, genuine care. Probably her gratitude for me giving her an orgasm. This is - the best thing I ever felt my whole life. Psychically as well as emotionally. No match to any arousal I ever felt as boy, but also way ahead of the experience of yesterday or even that of being fucked by Kayla's strap-on after the prom -- though not by much. This is Her inside of me, living flesh, her fingers exploring me, probing, melting into me while being inside me. As she slowly, then faster and harder fucks my rectum with her hand, I am lifted to a higher plane of existence a spiritual level of sex and orgasmic bliss I had not thought possible as a man. And it probably isn't. I feel my clit twitch and throb, leak, but not ejaculate, I'm sure, as arousal doesn't end, rising waves of heat, pleasure, bliss, running through my whole body, all my muscles clenching, my clit pulsating almost painfully, my brain misty and clouded.

"I love you. I love you. I love you!"

I think and try to speak it, but I'm sure just grunts and screams come out of my mouth, unintelligible.

Eventually the last wave ebbs down, my clit leaking thin cum, the fog dissipates around me, me mind clears again, and I moan one last time, as my boyfriend pulls out, stands up, kisses me passionately, hungrily while soaping her hands under the water of the showers still running.

"Well, that was - special... such a good girl."

She strokes my wet hair, I feel sweat washed off by the water.

"Thank you, Sir. Kayla. I... I am so grateful you made me your girl."

"You deserve it, princess! You're the best girlfriend ever and of course not even in the same ballpark as any boyfriend I ever had."

She smiles and kisses me again. All around us, most of the other girls have returned to their showers. More than a few not alone but in pairs or groups -- our little show left no one unmoved, those alone masturbating, the couples and groups kissing and touching each other gently. I gulp.

"Is... is... this how girls shower?"

Kayla frowns, then laughs out loud.

"Girls showers aren't porn sets, silly. Sometimes we just shower. But..."

She winks at me and puts a hand on my ass.

"Well. Sometimes we do get as little closer. I assume that doesn't happen much in the boys showers, huh?"

I blush hard. Shake my head. God, the thought alone of boys just letting go of their inhibitions, their prejudices and getting in touch with their sexuality and emotionality enough to just - be nice to one another. I giggle.

"Boys are silly... so inhibited."

Kayla nods. Smiling.

"So lucky you've left that locker room, huh?"

I nod. Definitely. Very much so. We stay for a while, lazily touching each other, watching the other girls acting out on their arousal, until Kayla finally decides it's time to leave. We get dressed, leave the school grounds and a short yet exciting motorbike ride later she drops me off at home.

We kiss. Passionately. And I look at her longingly.

"You... you wanna come in and hang out, maybe?"

She smiles.

"Let's not get clingy, yet. I'm not that type of boyfriend, little one. And maybe I'm a little old fashioned, but technically, we didn't even have a real date, yet."

I blink and stare a her, making her chuckle.

"OK, Prom. And Spa Day. And some fun in school, but that's all what I'd also do with a good friend."

I stare, flabbergasted, until she laughs.

"Oh, look at you. I'm just teasing you. I mean it, you're the best girlfriend I have had, but I Do want to make it a little more official, too. I want you to meet my parents. And have a proper adult date. Not on the school grounds, not during the day. Sound good?"

I nod, dazed. Not sure about the meeting the parents part, really. That... seems a little fast. Though she has met mine. Just fair.

"OK. Tomorrow night I'll pick you up. But we'll talk some more tomorrow morning at school. Until then..."

She leans over, kisses me again, then closes her helmet and drives off into the sunset, I look after her, with a sigh. I miss her already, terribly.

I don't really know how to behave. I feel like I want to spend every single moment with her, but I'm pretty sure that's not who relationships work. Is it? I never had one... I need to ask... my parents. Ugh...

They're cool with this new me, surprisingly. Fortunately. But still...

Emily. Yeah. Much better. I need a sister's relationship advice.

I have SO much to learn!