We did our best not to giggle as we exited the girls’ bathroom together, our book bags slung over our shoulders. Not that anyone would have noticed ...f we had. They’d probably have thought we’d been talking about boys. I caught Stacy’s guilty smile from the corner of my eye, relieved to see that I wasn’t the only one blushing. Unable to stop myself, I reached out and flipped the hem of her skirt up. Not much, perhaps an inch or two. Enough to make her let out a frightened gasp as she grabbed the. She turned and came on me, but I did not leave rubbing her clit. She was badly jerking and crying with joy and urge of sex. I then licked her wet pussy and she was becoming mad. I increased my moves and she discharged with a great aaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh. My hand was full of her love juices, which I applied on my hard tool.She was motionless for some time. I then put on the condom and made her lye on her back with a cushion under her lower back. She had a clean shaven pussy with dark. .....and suddenly, it didn't feel that bad. Daisy giggled slightly. Suddenly, being in a sexy girly body didn't seem that bad at all. Why, there were so many things that could be done with it. So many ways to pleasure men. And who really wanted to go flopsing off around the universe when this body had so many possibilities? So many sensations...And suddenly, a flood of thought ran into Daisy's brain, so much that it began to hurt her a lot...//WARNING! Emergency controls activated. Autoimmune. Roughly six foot tall, I’m pretty average in most ways. Brown hair, reasonably fit. I run when I can, some weight lifting when I can. And my life is now circling the drainToday actually started out okay, relatively speaking. Beautiful morning, I woke up before my alarm clock went off, and I had my lucky suit pressed and ready to go. If things continued on that trend my presentation at work would have cemented the promotion I’d had my eye on for several months. But as my usage of the past tense.