The next morning

When you arrive at school, the morning sun barely breaks through the clouds. Your stomach twists with that familiar knot of dread mixed with confusion. Every day brings something new, something worse, yet you still don't understand why only you can sense these changes.

You spot Katie near the security checkpoint. She just got through. When she sees you, her face brightens with that smile you love.

You walk over, ready to say "hello", when suddenly she straightens up. She puts her arms behind her back and pushes her breasts forward. Her nipples hardened from the cold morning wind.

You stare at her tits in frozen confusion. What the hell are you supposed to do with this?

After a few seconds, her smile falters. Then, her expression shifts, and anger flashes across her face.

"What the hell, Nate?" she snaps, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "Are you seriously not touching me?"

Damn. What did you do wrong this time? Those fucking changes...

She's about to yell at you even more when Lyle approaches from behind, backpack slung casually over one shoulder. Katie immediately straightens up again, pushing her breasts out more prominently.

"Morning!" Lyle greets cheerfully, reaching out and grabbing Katie's naked tits without hesitation. He gives them a firm squeeze and twists her nipples between his fingers. She moans softly, a sound that's becoming all too common these days.

"Oh, thank you," Katie purrs, her irritation completely gone. "Good morning, Lyle."

After he finished groping your girlfriend, Lyle glances between the two of you, confusion on his face. "What's going on? Why's Katie mad at you, dude?"

Katie turns to Lyle. "This idiot just greeted me and didn't even touch my tits! Can you believe that?" She crosses her arms under her breasts, pushing them up even more.

Lyle looks at you, genuinely shocked. "Dude, that's so rude. Why would you do something like that?"

You try to apologize, but you stumble over your words. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Katie is clearly still pissed. Nevertheless, she straightens up again, pushing her breasts forward expectantly.

Slightly hesitant, you reach out and squeeze them. They feel wonderful.

Lyle laughs. "See? Was that so hard?" He claps you on the shoulder.

"N... no," you stammer, still feeling strange about doing something like this in the schoolyard where other students walk past.

"Next time, do it right away," Katie says. Her voice still carries an edge, though it softens just slightly. "I can't believe you were so rude."

You apologize again as the three of you walk into the building. Katie accepts your apology, but you can see she's still hurt. You want to explain that you don't understand these rules, that it's all so confusing, but how can you? She doesn't even see the changes like you do.

As you enter the classroom, you wonder if you need to grope someone else to avoid being rude. But when Lyle sits down in his seat without touching anyone, you do the same.

Your first period is English with Mrs. Moore. It's not your favorite class, but it's definitely better than math with Mr. Brown.

When the blonde teacher enters the room, you can't believe your eyes.