Popularity, here she comes

Outside, Harper was about ready to walk home when suddenly a car pulled up outside the gate. It scared the CRAP out of her, but as soon as she recognised it, she began to calm herself a little. It belonged to Jeff Adams. Only the HOTTEST guy in school. In the few seconds she had before he pulled down the window, she did her best to fix up her hair and straighten her clothes.

"Harper? What are you doing here? Bit late isnt it?" He asked.

"Could ask you the same question," she retorted, trying to play it cool and not literally throw up from nerves.

"Oh, I'd just forgotten something and came to pick it up, but damn, seeing you here in that tight little number? Id much rather pick you up. Why dont you hop on in?"

Harper was sure her blush could be visible from space after he asked her that.

"Sure," she whispered, as nonchalantly as she could.

'Finally, something is going my way. Okay. Don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get hard,' she thought, pleading with her body as she walked around to the passanger side and hopped in. It was a very fancy car. His family must have been rich. Normally, Jeff wouldnt give her the time of day, not that she was going to complain about the way things turned out.

"Awesome. You know," he trailed off as he left the driveway of the school and burned rubber against the moatly empty street. "I know a lovely little spot by the forest up around here. Why don't we go there and chill. Afterwards... maybe get a bite."

'Awesome. Yes. I'll do whatever you want,' she thought, internally swooning. Her tiny little clitty was rock hard now, but she pressed her thighs together and hoped he wouldnt notice. He surely knew she was trans, but still. She hoped, at least.

So caught up in her fantasies about riding Jeff's no doubt massive cock, she didn't even notice that he had no reflection in the rear view mirror...