Good way to go back to class

It's been a few days since you went from being Aaron to Amy and your dad found out. You wake up from a particularly pleasant dream and as usual these days, in the dream you are filled with shaft spurts from both ends with dozens surrounding you and spraying fountains of creamy cum all over your sizzling skin that in the last few days you learned you loved. You rub your eyes and stretch, as in the last days you wake up very horny and with the symptoms of having been fucked the night before but without being sore. For a second you worry about what will happen today, today you return to class after having finally bought a new wardrobe and having already adapted to your new body, you look down and observe your beautiful B cups and the seven inches swollen and eager for action .

You look in the mirror and lick your lips, already imagining the show you will give today when you get to school and your classmates and friends see your new body.

"Amy! Hurry up! You're going to be late for school!" You hear your father yell through the door and you rush to get ready. You take off your stained nightwear and leave it in the laundry basket. You hurry and rummage through your closet for your new clothes and find: a see-through black lace thong and a pretty red bra with white lace frills on the cups. Then you dress in some very sexy red fishnet stockings and an obscene miniskirt that barely covers your juicy ass and marks your cock a lot, on top you put on a super tight tank top that is very transparent and you can see your breasts covered and on top. a leather jacket, you smile for yourself that outfit had helped you choose Wanda, along with this I helped you put your new piercings on both nipples, the rings on your lips and tongue as well as the piercing on your cock. You'd like some time to ease some of the pressure, but you don't want to upset your father.

You leave your room and greet your father with a kiss. He continues getting ready for work and smiles at you and says good morning and also kisses you on the cheek. Your mind still turns to how your relationship has changed in such a short time, he has kept his word and these days he has helped you in every possible way and on top of that I bought you clothes that you think you will not have time to use all of them in two lifetimes He has already accepted that in the last few days you have brought home several sissies and that you ended up fucking with them.

Still, he has more pressing concerns, like finishing his senior year with good grades and finding if he can find more fun buddies at his school for more fun. You hear your dad close the front door behind him. you check the hall table and your car keys are in the candy dish, that was another thing thanks to Wanda you got it again. Remembering your bimboi babysitter, you check your phone, and sure enough, she texted you, 'Hey bitch. I know that you start classes again today, much encouragement and I hope you enjoy a good day and that everything goes well, tell me how it went.

You smile happily when you get another text, this time from your friend, Elliot. 'Hey, can you take me to school? I'm tired of riding the bus with all those thugs and dummies. You smile as you imagine poor, puny Elliot pinned down and beaten until he's turned into a beautiful fool, then you shake your head until you **** the dirty fantasy out of your head. If anything, he's even more shy than you, and while you don't want to be the kind of friend who turns his back on a best friend, you wonder if you can resist corrupting him and fucking him into a bimboi just like you. You don't see how you can turn him down without burning a bridge, so you reply, 'On the way ♡!' and laugh at your swipe for pressing send before you could remove the embarrassing emoji, you wanted to send him something more subtle.

On the way to Elliot's house, you wonder how he will react, but you tell yourself that he has always been a faithful friend and that he will not judge you. You pull up to his house and honk your horn, and your friend runs off, seemingly as eager as you are to be anywhere but home. You try to act casual when he slides up next to you and says, "Hey, Aaron, how was your birthday?"

But when he notices you he is stunned with his mouth open and you notice how he blushes when he looks you up and down and focuses on your breasts.

You try not to laugh as you watch as he fidgets and doesn't know what to say, 'Great, man! I got a PS5 and you see I discovered a new world and now it's Amy!' Instead of being scared, you are more happy to see how his face lights up and he smiles, you can see that he tries to articulate the right words so as not to sound rro or excited: "I'm very glad, friend, that you are happy." You smile and laugh out loud, you take off so fast that he doesn't have time to say anything else. It seems that Elliot is too worried about dying in a twisted piece of burning metal and he doesn't speak anymore for the rest of the ride, but you notice how he doesn't take his eyes off you.

You pull into the school parking lot with a screech of your brakes and a sudden jolt that sends Elliot's head spinning. You smile, just a little smugly, at how easy it is to make him suffer. If you can get that reaction with your new body with your best friend, who's to say you can't do it with whoever you want? You feel a spring in your step as you jump out of your car and Elliot stumbles out after you. Your confidence grows as Elliot leans in and whispers, "I don't know if I can hold myself back from sticking my dick between those balloons forever. Your body has turned me on."

A feather could knock you down. A shiver of emotion runs down your spine when you realize that right now it's like you're starting all over again with your relationships and it fills you with emotion to think about the fucks that will hit you. It fills you with pride that your best friend thinks about fucking you senseless, your ass puckers with anticipation and you feel the urge to be filled again, literally, you are very suffocated by the need. Elliot sees the emotion written on your face, . He adds: "Hey, don't worry, we have a lot of time to enjoy, besides you don't want to make a scene in the middle, do you? . It's also an excuse to leave the class, so if you want to go somewhere to finish this, you know that I agree".

You feel more or less calm and consider his offer of a good fuck. Right now, there are many places where you could desperately need a helping, hungry hand. Wondering if your sweet, shy friend knows what he's getting himself into? You can't help but notice how cute he looks with that serious expression on his attractively flushed face. You spent so much time in denial that you never realized, or maybe never admitted, that Elliot is a very nice boy. You don't know if he's really ready for the kind of trouble you might bring him, but if he is, it would be nice if a friend helped you with your needs right now. On the other hand, maybe being a true friend to Elliot means keeping him at a safe distance until you're sure he knows what he's getting himself into if he messes with you.