No you know exactly how that will end

You hurry into the school proper, feeling your skirt flutter around your thighs. There aren't any other students around, recess had already started so everyone was either in the cafeteria or outside playing before classes resume. You make a beeline to your locker. Like every guy you had a spare uniform in it. It was a requirement that every student have a second uniform in their school locker, you would be making sure to add another to your gym lockers as well. When you around the corner to your locker you find some of Beth's friends hanging around it.

"Hey it's Beth's girl." One calls out. They all turn and cheer you. It is such a strange reaction you don't run away you just stand there in confusion as they approach. "You weren't going to change your uniform were you? I mean if you aren't Beth's girl," The futa was close enough to you that she could lean over you making you swallow nervously, "you can be ours." She reached a hand down and groped her cock.

"N-no." You stutter out backing away only to find another futa was behind you.

"Good girl." The futa says leaning back. "Where is Beth? She doesn't like her girls wondering away."

"Oh she's um, with Tika in the locker room." You say feeling a bit less fearful.

The futas laughed. "Figures. Well Beth'll be done with Cumta soon, we can wait for her in the cafeteria." She looks at you with a raised eyebrow then looks down at your locker. "Oh but you wanted to go your locker didn't you." She smirked at you and her hand went back to squeezing her cock through her skirt.

"I'm-" You hesitated, the futa surrounding you were working their way up to a ****. You'd seen it happen to enough guys to recognize the signs. Groping themselves, trying to lead a guy somewhere and get behind him, the heavier breathing. "just getting my book for the next class." You knew lying about not wanting to get to your locker will make them call you out for being her, that was your best option.

"Then we can help you." She led you to the locker and watched you open it. You didn't even look at the uniform in it, grabbing the textbook for next class.

"See told you." One of the futa said, sounding disinterested all of a sudden.

"You won't be needing this then." The leader said grabbing your uniform out of the locker and folding it under her arm.

You stopped yourself from having any reaction and looked the futa in the eye, committing to the thing seemingly keeping you safe. "Nope." You closed the locker and looked around you. The group that had been crowding around you had broken up slightly. The futa, no longer thinking there was an easy fuck to be had, were back to normal, chatting to each other rather than focusing on you.

"Then we'll wait for Beth together. Can't let another futa think you were their girl." The leader said, she didn't touch you just made space for you to walk with them.

"Let's go." You say feeling your nerves easing. You did actually seem kinda safe. Like you were dressed in a girls uniform surrounded by futa and didn't feel all that threatened. They were still taller, stronger and aggressive enough to **** without issue but so long as you using Beth as a shield you doubted they'd touch you. You'd lost your spare uniform and assumed the one you'd changed out of for gym is lost, but that is as good an outcome as you could dream of honestly.

When you arrived at the cafeteria your snack was picked for you, a salad. You didn't really like salad but you were still riding the high of being unraped to care.

After a while Beth arrived and greeted you with a hug from behind. You felt her cock pressing against your back but it wasn't hard and that was weird comforting. Like you'd gotten used to the only hard cock touching you coming with the threat of being inside you no matter you opinion.

She sat next to you and talked with her friends. She did make a comment about how you hadn't eaten much and you should so you quickly finished the salad as recess came to an end. Your next class wasn't with Beth or even most of her friends. Turns out none of them had elected to take additional math classes. There was a joke about how Beth liked girls smarter than her and she laughed at it. You were riding such a high of secureness you laughed as well.

Beth walked with you to the point your classrooms were in different directions. "See you at lunch my Good Girl." She stroked your cheek softly. She tilted your head up to look into her eyes. She was a head taller than you so the craning up made you feel smaller than being around a futa normally did. "I'll be waiting for you." Her thumb grazed your lips and you felt some colour rising to your cheeks. Beth smiled and walked away. You shook your head and went to your class. As you entered it you had a moment. After all the gym and Beth stuff you'd forgotten that you did have friends here, two of them in fact, both in this class. Kathy and Sheyla were sitting next to each other chatting, their eyes turning to look at you.

"Arthur, what are you wearing?" Sheyla asked. Her eyes wondered you up and down. "And how that look so good on you." She added with a smirk.

"Are you ok?" Kathy asked, also looking you over but with more concern than playful mocking.

"Yeah fine," you said taking your seat between the two. "My uniform got wet after gym and this is the only spare one they had. I'll just wear it until I can change." You lie opening your book.

"Sure." Sheyla said, unconvinced. She sat down next to you then leaned over to whisper into your ear. "Is that why you are wearing a bra as well?"

Your cheeks turned red and you carefully avoiding looking at her less you see the smirk and only encourage more mocking. Frankly you weren't even that bothered by the girls uniform at this point, it certainly felt safer to wear than your boys uniform ever had.

"You joining us for lunch?" Kathy asked brightly.

You felt your response die. Beth was expecting you and did you really want to lose your protection so soon after getting it? "Ah, maybe I might have a thing."

"A thing?" Sheyla asked with a knowing tone. "If you want a thing you know I could help." The three of you laughed. Sheyla always made those sorts of joke with you, but you knew they were just jokes. If she actually liked you, well she was a futa, subtle sexual desire wasn't something she could do.

Class started and you got to work.