Go to School

It took Tripp three days to return to being a boy. He spent most of that time alone in his room to avoid having to go outside as a girl.

When he finally changed back, he was wearing the clothes he'd been in just before he first became Dove.

He couldn't express the relief he felt upon becoming a boy again!

"Oh, dick, how I've missed you!" he said out loud. And of course, Sam was standing in his doorway just as he said it.

"Do you always...?"

"Sh-shutup, Sam!" Tripp says with a hot blush. "That was an intimate moment between old friends!"

She chuckles. "Hey, I'm not judging! Glad you're back to your old self. And just in time for the first day of school. I picked up our uniforms and made sure to get one for Dawn too, just in case."

She holds up two uniforms: The one for boys consists of a white button-down shirt, deep navy blue suit jacket with white accent lines on the lapels, matching navy pants, and a sandy yellow tie.

The girls' uniform is similar, with a white button-down shirt, a lighter sky blue vest, matching pleated skirt, and a sandy yellow bow tie.

Tripp looks at them both. He doesn't relish the thought of having to wear the girl uniform if he ever has to change back into Dawn. But he does secretly enjoy the idea of seeing Sam and her sisters in the uniforms. The skirts are pretty short for school uniforms. And he doesn't often get to see Sam in anything that girly. Not that he would perv on his best friend, but...

"Are you sure you're ready for Seaside Academy?" Sam asks, breaking Tripp out of his daydreams. "I know some of the people that have gone there. They aren't... Well it isn't the same as public school. They're... eccentric, you know."

"I'll be fine," he says for the millionth time. "Just give me the uniforms."

The next day, Tripp and Sam are standing at the front gates of Seaside Academy. They're huge, and shiny, and Tripp wonders if they might be made out of actual gold.

The school itself stands intimidatingly in the distance, beyond a long and lavish commons area filled with perfectly manicured flower gardens, brick walkways, statues, benches, fountains, ornate lamp-posts, and mobs of students in uniforms.

They barely make it 10 yards before they're stopped.

"YOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU!" The voice comes from a guy running quickly towards them. He's tall and buff, with dark blonde hair cut high and tight. He runs right up to Sam, elbowing Tripp out of the way, and takes both her hands in his. "My god. I've never seen a girl as gorgeous as you! Does your family own a cosmetics brand? Because beauty clearly runs in your blood!"

Sam rolls her eyes. "Hi, Max. You already know my family does own a cosmetics brand. And I know that you've been horny for every girl you've ever met - including both my older sisters." She turns to Tripp and adds, "Tripp - this is Maximilian Weaver. Our families are business partners. We know each other from those high-society social events my family drags me to."

Sam tries to pull away but he holds her hands tight. "Not so, dear Samantha! What you say simply isn't true! I may have the occasional crush, sure, but my heart will always belong first and foremost to you! ...and your sisters! Indeed, why should I stop at just one when all three are as gorgeous as Aphrodite herself? And surely as sisters you want to share everything, no? Why not a husband - why not me!"

"Well, firstly, there's four of us. Remember Holly? She goes here too, now."

Max visibly shudders.

"And secondly, we have to get to class. Come on, Tripp, let's go." Sam frees herself and reaches to take Tripp's hand.

"WAIT!" Max karate-chops the air between their hands and glares at Tripp. He looks him up and down and makes a face like he isn't impressed. "And who, pray tell, are you?"

"Uh, I'm Tripp? Tripp Columbus?"

"Mhm. I mean who's your family - what businesses do they own, what's your net worth?"

"Er, my parents are teachers. I don't think we qualify for net-worth."

Max audibly gasps and puts a hand to his chest like an offended duchess in a historical play. "And yet you think you're qualified to be within ten miles of the beautiful Samantha! E-gads!"

Sam stiff-arms Max and takes Tripp by the hand once again. "Back off, Max. He's with me. You can go bother someone else now." She and Tripp begin walking away, but Max follows closely behind.

"Hold on! Before you go, Samantha, take one of these invitations. A few of the more prestigious families are throwing a little party at the end of the week to celebrate the start of the school year. I would be devastated if you weren't there!"

Sam takes the invite and looks at it with Tripp. It's printed on fine stationary with gilded edges.

Sam raises an eyebrow and smirks, pointing to the bottom edge. "And uh, what are these supposed to be?"

At the bottom of the invitation, drawn in crayon, are two stick figures that vaguely resemble girls.

"Don't you watch the news? Those are the magical girls, Dove and Sparrow! I have personally been adding them to each invitation in the hopes that they may see, and will join us at the party. I know not who they are, but if by any chance they see one of these lovingly drawn portraits, I know they'll come at once!"

Tripp and Sam exchange a look and try to stifle laughter.

Sam asks, "And why do you want the magical girls there? Expecting trouble at your ritzy party?"

Max shakes his head. "Trouble? No, just the opposite! I want nothing more than to bed the both of them! Did you see the news footage? Those legs, those breasts, the fluttering skirts... My cock has been hard for days just imagining what it would be like to lay them down and make them moan! These are certainly the only two girls besides your sisters that I would allow into our harem, Samantha!"

Sam and Tripp's look turns to disgust.

"Uhm, right... well, thanks for the invite but we're gonna go now..." Sam says, and whisks Tripp as far away as she possibly can.

They make it to their first class with no further incidents.