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From: "Jack C. Lipton" <cupasoup@pele.cx>
Subject: {ASSM} NIS: Donna (TG fmmmm+ fm mf)
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Date: Fri, 03 Feb 2006 03:10:02 -0500
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Author: Jack C Lipton
Title: Naked In School: Donna
Universe: Naked In School
Summary: Just another fall outing...
Keywords: TG fmmmmm+ fm mf
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RCS: $Id: NIS-Donna.x,v 1.2 2006/02/03 05:13:49 jcl Exp $


		   Naked In School: Donna

		      by Jack C Lipton

|*Monday*

Just what I needed to make the week go straight into the
toilet:  I got chosen for The Program.

Now, really, I wasn't expecting much.  I'm a tomboy, slim
and not particularly feminine looking above the waist.

Below the waist I'm already woman even though I'm not even
sixteen yet.  Because my tits have barely started to grow,
though, I didn't have enough boobs to act as boy bait.

You think I'm joking?  My dad told me that boobs are well
named because boys, when they look at them turn into boobs
themselves.  I've seen it happen with other girls who got
their tits early.

So I'm a nobody, which is why I got picked on a short week.
My partner, Bob, was another non-entity like myself.  We had
been getting along with each other for a while but had never
dated.

Well, *he* has dated but I haven't.

So Monday was an interesting day and would have been fine if
I hadn't been in the boy's locker room showers at the wrong
time.

I was, to all appearances, a "normal" girl going through The
Program, getting touched, turned on and even relieved.  It
was a lot of fun.

My next to last class of the day, however, was gym.

Fucking stupid boys.  I mean it.  If it wasn't for that bozo
Freddy I would've been able to keep my dirty little secret a
secret.

Now in the girl's shower no one uses cold water.

What the fuck is it with boys?  Freddy moved his nozzle not
realizing I was walking past and drenched me with cold
water.

Oh, sure, you'd expect my nipples to pop up.

Yeah, but after the spray-down I was all boy.

_FUCK!_

Between the shock of the cold water and seeing myself as a
boy again I was pissed and I screamed.

Tom, who had been walking with me into the shower room, was
shocked, and dropped my hand instantly.

"Just get me to hot water, willya!" I yelled at the staring
crowd of boys whose peckers seemed to instantly wilt.

Excepting Ray's, but he was gay anyway.

So I checked until I found a hot-water shower and...

*Flip*!  I was a girl again.

I stood in the spray panting, hoping that the rush of the
"boy" hormones that crossed the gender switch wouldn't make
me completely crazy.

Yes, I mean that.  When I'm a boy the testosterone produced
seems to linger, which means that I can get pretty fucking
horny when I flip back to being a girl.  Usually jilling off
for an hours or so suffices to cool the ardor but I was more
worried about putting on a show here.

I felt the flush of horniness hit my body, my nipples almost
instantly hardening despite the water temperature and my
clit expanded to it's tumescent state, just about an inch
long and rubbed by my labia.

I took every boy in the shower room twice, even Ray, before
the bell rang to tell us to get going.

I needed a quick rinse alone, dried off, and headed for my
next class carrying the towel.

In social studies I opted for relief and had Bob, my program
partner, do the deed and leaving me with even more semen in
my box.

The funny thing is that no one seemed to recall that I had
been a boy for all of fifteen to twenty seconds.  I suspect
being girl helped.

My folks provided comfort and my Uncle Ulysses, the doctor
in the family, reminded me that birth control didn't work on
me at all because of my tendency to flip.

|*Tuesday*

I got some strange looks undressing in front of the school
despite the cold weather.  We got into the building with our
handy towels and went to our classes.

Since I'd gotten popped the day before I decided to have fun
today and took relief every period.  I learned that some of
the boys, usually the best looking, were absolutely useless
between my legs.  The more nerdy were a lot more attentive
and, before gym class, I knew not to pick on one of the
"popular" set.

Lunch was nice sitting on Bob's lap.  I wasn't sitting
still, of course.  Bob enjoyed it too.

The showering after gym was a lot quieter this time and,
since I had less in the way of hormones, I only had two of
the boys fuck me under the spray of hot water.

|*Wednesday*

Yay!  A short week!  Tomorrow is Thanksgiving!

I got my brains fucked out at the beginning of each class
which, oddly enough, made me more passive but far more
comfortable as knowledge seemed to seem in osmotically.  I
had now idea that sexual episodes left my mind so open...

I learned to hate jocks and other pricks of the popular set;
apparently my choosing my relief partners from the unpopular
boys in the school wasn't to their liking.  Finding out that
Lily, a friend of mine, passed on gossip that I'd found the
geeks and nerds better able to satisfy my urges, didn't help
matters and Roger, one of the boys in my gym class, turned
the temperature down on my sprayer as Paul fucked me.

I had no idea that whatever magic I had been zapped with
could be contagious, but, given that I was in doggy position
with Paul behind me, deep in my pussy, when I flipped, left
him with no where to put his dick.

I was a boy.  Paul was suddenly a girl, and, as a girl, he
was as pretty as I was plain.  Like me, his weight didn't
change, just the distribution.

What I *hadn't* been prepared for, however, was his reaction
to seeing me...

We fucked each others brains out on a bench in the locker
room before hunting down hot water which flipped us each
back to our "native" forms.

He was back to a geeky looking redhead instead of the knock
out red-headed goddess with big tits he'd been.  When I got
under the water I got to flip back to being a plain jane
instead of a muscled Adonis.  My big hips and soft butt paid
off when I was male.

This time there was no doubt in anyone's mind what had just
happened, but, hey, there was only one period left.

Apparently having fucked my brains out while in "boy" phase
cut down on the flush of testosterone;  fortunately Paul's
dealing with mellowness left over from his time as a girl
kept him mellow.

The cold rain falling made my dressing again problematic as
I flipped into being a boy.

Paul saw me as a boy and folded his umbrella so that he'd be
washed by the cold rain and *flip* there was a very chesty
girl in his clothing.  We smiled at each other and he chose
to follow me home.

No one else was in the house so we took a warm shower in my
bathroom and we fucked each other's brains out with him as a
boy and me as a girl.

Sadly, this couldn't last.

No, it couldn't.  The hot water ran out.

We moved to my bed after turning off the shower and fucked
a lot more, being caught like that by my mom.

The introductions were fun.  NOT!

As if I'd take advantage of a "babe" like that.

Oh, yeah... given a blast of male hormones while staying in
a male body, damn right I'd jump the first willing girl.

When things calmed down again we showed my mom how Paul
flipped when the water temps were right... and he flipped
at the same water temperature, 81.7 degrees Fahrenheit,
though he was in an opposite phase from me.

Thanksgiving week-end would take it's toll but he had to go
home... and I walked him there so he could introduce me to
his folks as his girlfriend.

I have to admit that solved a lot of problems for us.

First, it did wonders for his stature with his brothers to
be seen with a "pretty girl".

Second, it got his mother to relax.  She later confided to
me that she was afraid he was going to be gay and was very
pleased to discover he wasn't.

Yeah, right.  OK, so he didn't have any interest in me when
we were both male and I didn't have much more interest in
him (can I say "him") when we were both girls, though we did
do some experimenting that week-end, but, God, when we were
different sexes, boy, could we fuck our brains out.

|*Saturday*

We went to the movies together and met some friends from
school.  I didn't have many and nor did he but they were far
more accepting than I would have believed possible.

I have *no* idea why Megan wanted to know if there was any
way either of us could "make her a boy".  All I could do was
sigh since we had no idea whether it could be done to a
girl.  Mike, Megan's boyfriend, admitted to wondering what
it was like to be a girl, too.

Neither Paul nor I was willing to experiment.

|*Monday*

Paul and I got some flack and the administration would not
believe that "magic is real" despite the fact that the
Universe had some really wacky shit in it that still can't
be completely explained by the laws of physics.

So we demonstrated.  After explaining to them what a dose of
boy hormones does to me, they handled our uncontrollable
fucking like bunnies with a _slight_ aplomb.  I can't say we
were easy on their nerves.

We spent the week as celebrities, further pissing off the
popular set.

It took the whole week for people to finally settle down.

And, after learning about what happened to Paul, none of the
other "popular" boys wanted to take a chance at fucking me.

|*Epilogue*

I stayed female for a month and missed my period and the
home pregnancy test confirmed that Paul had drenched my womb
at the right time.

Accidentally on purpose I discovered that flipping to being
a male, even briefly, terminated the pregnancy.  This caused
me some mood swings for over a month afterwards.

That was a drag, feeling like I'd lost something.

From then on we would flip every night so that neither of us
could *get* pregnant to start with.  As long as hot water
was available we could return to our native form.

Paul and I get along fantastically.  We occasionally go out
together as girls so we can go shopping and as boys to go to
football games.  It was strange how being male makes the
game of football more tolerable if not interesting.

I also learned that when I wasn't hungry I was horny.  It is
*strange* being a boy and I only occasionally like *being*
one.  Paul has gotten to like being a girl because he's so
much more of a wet dream when he's a girl.  Even though I
find girls hitting on me when I'm a guy I am not always so
comfortable with the looks pulling in these innocent (yeah,
right) girls.

			* Fini *

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