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From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Class of 2007
Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2003 10:10:06 -0400
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Here's my latest. A quick story that I was able to crank out with 
just a few hours of work. Between school, medical stuff, and other 
real-life stuff I'm not getting the Writing time that I used to, but 
this short wouldn't be denied. It's more of a proto-idea/story than a 
stand alone, and I may or may not be able to write more.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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CLASS OF 2007

"Would you like to go somewhere and have sex?"

That was how my new life started, with a question posed to me and my 
best friend, Carl, by the two hottest seniors, well, actually 
graduates now, at the high-school that we would be attending in 
September as freshmen. We had just gotten out of eightH grade the 
week before.

"Would you like to go somewhere and have sex?"

Now I suppose the two of us should been more suspicious, but when 
you're 14 years old and two, hot girls walk up and ask you for sex, 
your hormones tend to takeover and make you say yes.

Okay, we actually said, "Pardon?" first, because we thought we had 
misheard them. After that, when they repeated their question, we 
quickly said yes.

So the two of them, Denise and Maria, escorted the two of us from the 
park where they had picked us up to Maria's house. When we got there, 
they led us upstairs to her room and sat us down on the bed. They 
then said, "Before we start, we want to play a little dress up game."

Carl asked what kind of game they wanted to play.

They told us that they wanted to see how we would look in girl clothes.

Carl got upset and said, "Then you go and parade us around to 
strangers and humiliate us? No thanks," and got up to leave.

Maria stopped him and said that he was being silly. She said that the 
two of them, as well as some other seniors from other schools across 
the town we lived in, were going to have a little sex game. Each girl 
would pick one incoming freshmen, dress them up as convincingly in 
girl clothes as possible, and then they'd all get together and have 
an orgy. She promised that the only boys that would see us in girl 
clothes would be other boys in girl clothes, and any girls that saw 
us this day would be participating in the orgy.

Well, I don't think I need to tell you that, at that point, most of 
the blood in our bodies were pumping through our little guys in our 
pants. We still might not have said yes, except for one thing. Even 
though they were four years ahead of us, both Carl and me had heard 
about Denise and Maria, and all the stories we heard were good. The 
two of them were as nice as possible, always sticking up for the 
little guy, and never tolerating it when somebody got bullied in 
their presence. So we took a chance and said yes.

For the next couple of hours, they fussed over us like we were big 
china dolls. When they finished, they stood us in front of the 
mirror. Even they were impressed with the results. We looked good. If 
I hadn't been rock hard already, looking at two of us in dresses 
would have put us there.

While we primped and posed, the two girls went into the bathroom. 
They came out just a couple minutes later dressed in these big, baggy 
robes, kind of like choir robes. We could tell that, underneath those 
robes, they were naked.

The two girls then led us down to the basement door. Before we went 
in, Maria put her hand on the center of the door, said some weird 
words, and only then could we go in.

Inside the door, we stepped into a large, circular room. The whole 
thing was about 40 or 50 yds across, for larger than Maria's house. 
Equally spaced around the room were doors, ten in all. There were 
four other people in the room, two seniors from a school across town 
(I learned that later. Didn't know who they were at first), and what 
looked like two teenage girls. Knowing what Denise and Maria had said 
earlier, I guessed that they were actually, like us, boys in dresses.

Quick introductions were made and then Denise commented that the 
others must all be working on their "girls". Over the next 10 or 15 
minutes or so, more girls came in, two at a time, one senior in robes 
with one girl like us.

After the 20 of us were in the room, there was a brief period where 
all the senior girls looked us over, complementing each other on 
their work. Most of us really got into it, posing as we were 
critiqued, although a few of us seemed more shocked than anything 
else.

After that went on for a while, Denise clapped her hands together and 
said, "Now, ladies, it's time to get down to the business at hand."

Then we, all 10 of the boys in dresses, were brought to the center of 
the room and arranged in a tight circle. We were placed shoulder to 
shoulder facing the out side of the room. The senior girls then 
joined hands and formed a ring around us, each senior facing one of 
us. Denise was facing me; Maria was facing Carl.

The seniors then all started chanting. I couldn't really make out the 
words, but I'm sure that some of them were the same things that Maria 
had said when we entered the room. After about five minutes of that, 
they finished chanting. On the last syllable of what ever it was they 
were saying, what felt like a bolt of lightning shot through me, 
going from my feet to the top of my head. It wasn't painful, just 
intense, intense and erotic.

When the energy stopped shooting through me, I felt so supercharged 
that I wasn't sure I could move. Luckily, I didn't have to. Denise 
walked right up to me. Thinking back, I'm pretty sure that the other 
senior girls were moving towards us, but I can't be sure. Denise 
opened up my blouse and palmed my breasts through my garage. That's 
right, I had breasts, and I was so charged up, I didn't care.

Denise stepped back, reached up and unbuttoned the single button on 
her robe at her neck, and let it slide from her. Standing in front of 
me was the most beautiful thing I had seen. She had a fantastic, 
super-model's body with a big, thick cock at her crotch. Again, I was 
so charged up, I didn't care.

She stepped up to me again, and we kissed. We went together to the 
floor, and I proceeded to fuck her raw. The rest of the day was kind 
of a blur, but, true to their word, we had a big, 20-person orgy. I'm 
pretty sure I fucked and blew, as well as got fucked and blown by, 
every person in the room.

When I came out of the sexual charge that I had, it was with my cock 
buried in the ass of Carla (used to be my bud, Carl), the cock of 
Janet (one of my fellow transformees) in my ass, and my mouth wrapped 
around Denise's cock, and the amazing thing was I didn't care. Before 
my transformation, I felt funny being in the same room with an 
exposed cock, but here I was with 19 other cocks, and I was happily 
sucking and fucking with wild abandon.

That only when on a little while longer before Denise called out, 
"Okay, that's enough for today. Your mothers are going to be worrying 
about their daughters."

We all stood up and disentangled. We then separated into two lines, 
the seniors in one, we transformees in the other, and faced each 
other. Denise then said, "Welcome to your new lives, Class Of 2007. 
Each of you was selected because of magic potential and personality. 
You are now part of a secret society of magic-users. We work in 
secret to make things better for everyone.

"You now share a bond with each other. There are two of you from each 
high-school in town. You will be taught to use spells to make things 
better when you encounter problems, and, if necessary, you will come 
together as a group to cast powerful rituals to rid the town of the 
more serious problems. There are three other such classes at each 
high-school. Just as you are the freshman class, there is a 
sophomore, junior, and senior class group, as well as two teachers 
who will instruct all the classes, including yours.

"In return for the burden you now hold to make things better for 
everyone, you now have these super-sexual to play with. Sex is free 
amongst all of us, regardless of what class you are in. When you 
graduate, as we have just done, your duty will be to choose the 
incoming class of freshmen. As your first magical task, each of you 
will be taken home by she who selected you, and you will turn a door 
in your home into a magical portal that will lead to a magic working 
chamber of your own. Any questions?"

A transformee asked about Denise's earlier comment that our mothers 
would be expecting daughters, and if that meant that they knew what 
was happening. Denise explained that, with only a couple of 
exceptions, the memories of everyone's family had been rewritten so 
that they remembered only what we were now, not what we had been.

Then, after some good-bye hugs, as well as some good-bye gropes (I 
both gave and got a few of those), we got dressed and walked back 
through the doors to where we had come from. As Denise walked me 
home, I asked her about those exceptions she had mentioned when 
talking about family members who would remember us. She just said not 
to worry about it; that there were reasons why a few families' 
memories couldn't be altered. I asked her if my family's mammories 
had been altered, and she said no, I was one of the exceptions.

She wouldn't explain further, so I was A little worried walking in 
the front door. However, as soon as I was inside, I heard my mothers 
(I am the child of a lesbian couple) yell, "Surprise!" and throw 
confetti in my face. After the air cleared, I saw both of my moms, 
dressed in nothing but panties. I saw in the panties of mother Anna a 
big, thick cock. As soon as she was sure I had seen it, she stepped 
up to me, took my hands in hers, and said, "I am Class Of 1984. 
Welcome to our exclusive order."

Mother Bethany then stepped up, gave me a kiss, and said, "May your 
magic help you to find someone will make you as happy as your mother 
has made me."

Anna said, "We can celebrate more later. Denise has to walk our 
little girl through her first magic."

Denise then had me select a door in the house. For most of the time, 
it would just be a normal door, but when I invoked the right spell, 
it would lead me to a special, magical chamber where all of us 
transformees would get together to do our stuff. I decided on my 
bedroom door, just be easy.

After I created the portal, my family went out for a celebratory 
dinner. Mother Anna gave me a taste of the power I was to learn by 
casting a spell that made everybody think we were clothed when the 
three of us were actually naked. I got such a thrill knowing what was 
really going on. I also noticed that there were a few ladies who saw 
right through the illusion, but they were ladies like me, part of our 
secret society.

So now me and Carla are the two hottest babes in the freshman class 
at our high-school.

And it all started with a simple question.


-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure, I just like T.V. better."

jrdss@alaska.net
ICQ#37222294
J R D

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