While they are distraced you run out of the bathroom

You stand there terrified and aroused at the same time at these two girls making sweet love in the next stall. What you wouldn't have given to have a better view or even joined in and gave Taylor a surprise from behind too but you were in a forbidden place where all boys fear to tred being caught in hear was unthinkable.

Gathering yourself, you slowly unlock your door, trying to be as quiet as possible and luckily not being heard over the load moans and sqeals coming from next door. When it is open, you are just about to make a break for it when you hear Chelsea cry out loudly and before you can duck, her cock sticking through the hole twitches and then opens up on you, hosing you down with a heavy stream of girl cum. You stand there in shock as your uniform is drenched white in warm goo. The stream eventually stops but the pounding keeps on going. You gag silently as you look down at yourself. Your school uniform is beyond ruined. Even your shoes squelch as you move.

"Oh Taylor" Chelsea gasps while still being rammed. "Fill me up"

You don't hear anymore as you have cashed from the stall and out of the bathroom before it is too late. You breathe heavily as you look up and down the corridor, luckily no one is around and it is deathly quiet but if anyone finds you looking like this, you will be the laughing stock. Boys will make fun of you thinking you've been mounted by a girl and girls will come along wanting to mount you. You don't want that reputation.

You suddenly have a stroke of genius and head off down the corridor to the uniform storage room. It is always unlocked, secluded and deserted so the perfect place to find some clothes and change. As you go, you have to hide behind a few corners to dodge the hall monitors but you are soon inside the darkened room with the door locked behind you. You turn on a light and see shelfs and boxes full of uniforms that are sold at the start of the year. You smile to yourself, happy that your ordeal is almost over as you start rummaging for a uniform in your size.

Over time your rummaging becomes more frantic and your enthusiasm fades as each box seems to be full of the girl's uniform. There don't even seem to be any girl's trousers that they can choose to wear instead of the skirt.

As you upturn the last box, spilling packs of 40 denier tights over the floor of the room, you slump back against the wall defeated.

"What am I going to do?" You wail.

There is no way you can go out covered in sperm but what option is changing into a girl's uniform. Maybe you could try and say it was a dare or a joke? You look at yourself in the mirror. With your long blonde hair and soft features you maybe could pass as a girl and try and sneak out and go home.

Either way, there is no way you are getting out of this mess scot-free.