He Saw. No Sense Hiding It.

You've been caught red handed. There's no sense trying to wiggle your way out of this and get into even more trouble. Besides, maybe he can help? Somehow? You quickly pull up your panties and settle your dress back into place as you get out of the car.

"I'm sorry," you blurt, not sure what else to say. "It just happened this morning and I don't know what..."

He holds up a hand and says, "Easy there. I understand."

You sigh, "You do?"

He nods, "I got a neph-, I mean niece, whose going through the same thing. I don't really get it, I'll admit, but my sister tells me that the hormone injections can do crazy things sometimes. Just use a restroom next time, okay little lady?"

He winks and smiles at you. Does...Does he think you're trans? Well, at least he's letting you off the hook. As you stand there dumbfounded you hear the bell ring.

"I'll have to take you to the main office for being tardy," he explains gently. "But I think we can overlook it this time."

He leads you into the school and down to the main office. You have to wait behind a queue of people so you sit down while he waits in line. You decide to test yourself and see if you really have put the monster back into its cage. You take a careful look around at some of the other students waiting around the office. There's a boy you've seen at parties and even danced with a few times nearby and you discreetly take in his image. You feel a normal level of attraction and let out a sigh of relief. Then you turn your attention to a girl standing in line, one you don't know. She's wearing tight cutoff jeanshorts and a loose shirt than hangs off one bare shoulder (probably the reason she's here). You feel yourself stirring like before but quickly stop yourself. Your dick awakens for a moment but with concentrated willpower it goes back to sleep.

You can do this!

After a few minutes the officer returns and hands you a slip of paper excusing your tardiness and sends you off to your first class. You grab what you need from your locker and make your way to your there. You walk in quietly and silently hand your teacher the note. She barely even looks at it before waving you off to your desk and continuing her lesson. English Literature has always been a dry class that kids sometimes sleep through and Mrs. Tallow rarely even notices. Unfortunately, as you sit down at your desk and glance around, you don't recognize anyone who you know was at the party. You didn't have a full guest list or anything and have no memory of the event itself so you could be wrong. But you also can't afford to just randomly ask people, risking that a teacher or snitch might overhear. So you'll use this period as you often do, catching up on some homework and relaxation.

About five minutes into the class you're feeling bored. You don't have any work to do for other classes and Mrs. Tallow is once again talking about subjects you already know by heart. You always do well in this class due to her selecting interesting classic books for you to read, not because she's a coherent orator. As your mind begins to drift your eyes wander about. You hadn't noticed before how many of the girls in your class were really pretty. Most of them wear little to no make-up and still seem to glow. It's a good thing you've totally got this unnatural lust thing under control because these girls are hot. Your eyes eventually land on the girl in front of you, slumped in her seat. She's wearing a spaghetti strap top and a short pink skirt made out of some smooth material like leather or latex. There's a gap between her skirt and shirt that reveals a large patch of her flawless skin. Moreover, the little blue and white thong she's wearing makes an appearance over the waistband of her skirt. It fits no nicely between her cheeks and you can't help but create the full image in your mind, picturing her sitting there half-asleep without the skirt in your way. She shifts in her sleep and scratches at her lower back, eventually finding the thong and stuffing it back into place. At first you're disappointed but once her hand moves you see that the very tops of her lovely butt cheeks are now visible, the crack of her ass just barely showing. You bite your lip. You'd give anything if you could just squeeze them and...

You stiffen suddenly. Now that you're out of your lust haze you can feel an **** strain on your panties as your hard-on threatens to split them open. This is bad! Glancing at the clock you see that there's about fifteen minutes left in the class. Can you get it under control in that amount of time? Or will you need to take...drastic measures?