You snap out of your reveries to a sudden silence. Your teacher has passed out the homework assignment, but has neglected to turn on the lights just y...t. The dull orange-brown glow of the overhead projector, mixed with the relative silence of the classroom, makes you feel exceedingly apathetic. You lay your black hair down on your forearms and close your eyes.Too soon, the bell rings and your class is dismissed for second period.While you exit your classroom into the suddenly boisterous. I winced in pain for a second. It took a few seconds for the pain to go away. He started to slide his cock in and out slowly at first. It felt incredible. I let out a moan slightly louder than before. He started to speed up eliciting more moans from me. Soon enough, he was thrusting into me hard and fast and I was moaning so loud, Im sure they could hear me over the party downstairs. Oh…Brett…dont stop…oh my god…it feels so good. I moaned. He started to slow down again and thrust slowly in and. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but I was uneasy with the intensity of her eyes on me. What had those girls told her? There was no way I could ask that question. It would only make her curious if they hadn't told her. I was sure that the girls wouldn't tell Becky. They just couldn't. It's amazing how a guilty conscience makes us think things that we know just can't be true, right?Becky helped me get everything ready for dinner. She grabbed a bottle of Chianti as we sat down and poured. So why was he now changed?Finally, after tormenting himself trying to understand, Rick rose and padded softly to the bathroom. He nearly started to pee standing, then remembered the change. And when he turned and sat, he nearly fell in the toilet.That task done, Rick rummaged through his closet, being surprised to find that all of his clothes were now her clothes. Everything had changed. He pulled on a pair of jeans - damn they were tight - and a loose peasant blouse, and then slipped on a pair.