This whole scene was the bet. Theloser would change sex and the whole class would draw a portrait of him.Well here goes nothing....I stepped out of th... partition. Dressed in those skimpy underthings. Itwas ridculously small. The elastic was digging into my back. Most of myclassmates were whistling and cat calling. A few were fake gagging. MissArania told the class to settle down. Everyone was staring at me. I'msure many were focused on my tiny panties. The few steps I took towardsthe stool. She unbuckled it and then his true blue Bonobos dress pants. She pulled his 8-inch rod through slit in his boxers. She kissed the pinkish head went down on him.“Oh, baby gurl! That shit feels amazing,” Breaker announced. “Suck daddy’s big White cock, you little trap!” He pushed her head down with one hand forcing her to deepthroat his thick tool. “Ahhhhhh! Fuck,” he yelled turning down the street to Brooke’s school. “Here it comes,” he squinted as he readied for his cum to flood her. A small part of my brain thought about how much conditioner to use since I had only washed it a few hours ago. Then with soap in hand and a small washcloth, I started on my body. Things were right where they were supposed to be, but everything felt different.When I rubbed the soapy cloth over my neck, my skin felt so tender. The cloth felt rough and the feeling felt almost electric. The real change came when I tried to wash my breasts.The washcloth went across my nipple and I found myself. A delegation from the town commissioners which included Rachel's bible-toting husband waylaid him on his way to the telegraph office to collect the bounties on the two killers being transported up to boot hill. They were all a bit crestfallen and ill at ease with him standing there with his pair of six-shooters and the Henry held loosely over his shoulder."Mister Hollister, we understand you have some experience in law enforcement before you took up bounty hunting and we would like to offer you.