If I do well I get to notparticipate. If I do less than well I have to go to school in a long,flowing evening gown. I had to make sure that I did my b...st.The exams passed and I did well on every one of my exams. Mom and dadwere thrilled but still disappointed that I held firm in my beliefs thatI didn't need to participate. They didn't go back on their word, theytold me that I did not have to wear girls' clothing if I didn't want to.Parker and I worked out the perfect outfits for the week for. I had been toobusy facing the weirdness of being in another body to really think aboutthe actual process of what was going on. The forces that we were dealingwith were powerful, and that horrified me. What if something worse thana bit of body-swapping happened to us? Or if we did something that thebunk-beds deemed 'wrong', and they just decided to kill us?"If we ever use the bunk-beds again, let's set up cameras," Beth said."I suppose that could work," I said.But what if it did work? Would it. It was mid-summer and the air conditioning was faulty, so most people were subdued and lazy in the heat. Lots of exposed flesh and sweaty bodies were lounging about; some of the bodies were very easy to look at. I was in a pair of green knee length combats and a tight white vest top showing my toned arms and chest. Kay wore a little blue summer dress, low cut with straps over her shoulders nicely showing the shape of her breasts. The bottom of it reached mid thigh giving a great view of her. I could also see that Agni's hand was now working its magic on her pussy. Her fingers were impaled deeply up her sheath, and she was giving it a thorough massage. Cleo was squealing with delight.Her little ass was so inviting I started to rub her anal pucker and could feel it opening up to my ministrations. I oiled my fingers and slid them up that delightful butt. She rose up on her knees to permit us more access to toy with her.After I judged that she was ripe for more, I went down to the foot.