Off To Class.

Right. Time to set aside these weird fantasies and focus on getting through the day. You have a mission to find out what the hell happened to you last night and maybe get yourself back to normal in the process. You test yourself along the way again, taking glances at asses and cleavage. You feel yourself stir but keep it under control each time. As you scan faces in the crowd of students one catches your eye but not for stirring anything in your loins.

It's a boy, tall and with long dark hair. He wears all black, including a shirt with a skull on it and jeans with a chain hanging from the pockets, very punk rock. But it's his face that really gets to you. His eyes are sunken like he hasn't slept in days. His cheekbones press out noticably against his tight skin and his lips are so dry and cracked that they almost seem to disappear. You lock eyes for you don't know how long. He just stares at you, wordlessly. And you feel like you should run. You feel fear and repulsion like you've never felt before. Suddenly he turns and just like that the spell is broken. But the feeling is so intense, even the echo of it, that you find yourself shoving people aside as you try to find him. This reaction is just so alien that you feel compelled to understand it. But when you reach the spot he was standing in he's gone, lost to the sea of students heading for class.

Like you should be doing. You shake off the experience and make for physics. You've got enough on your plate today as is. Then, just as you turn, you feel something soft run across your ankle and freak out, terrified that someone is about to try and blow up your skirt as a prank. You spin, arm swooping to catch whoever is doing it. Only you catch no one. You get a few odd looks but no one is touching you. You double time it to class.

Fortunately, you already know there's not one but two party goers in this class. Ruth and Veronica are friends of yours, closer to each other than you by virtue of having met each other as children and you only two years ago. You actually had plans to meet up with them at this party if you all managed to sneak out. Plans you're really hoping came to fruition. Unfortunately, your assigned seating makes talking to them impossible since you arrive just as the bell tolls.

"Pair up into groups of three," the teacher calls out immediately. "There are lab workbooks on the tables already."

Looks like you're in luck after all. Mr. Walker likes having you work independently as much as possible so he can read trashing romance novels while he thinks no one is looking. Ruth and Veronica are already heading for a table and waving you over. The three of you are usually lab partners, doing the work almost without thinking and focusing mostly on talking to each other. You sit down as Veronica greets you and Ruth quickly flips through the stapled pages of your lab.

"Hey wildwoman!" Veronica exclaims in a whisper. "Surprised to see you up and about after last night!"

You and Ruth laugh, you a bit more awkwardly.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about that," you explain. "I totally blacked out last night, don't remember a thing. Can you give me the details?"

Ruth and Veronica exchange an excited glance like you just asked them if they wanted their Christmas presents early. Over the next several minutes they pass the story back and forth between themselves, the one not speaking working on the lab. Apparently you arrived around thirty minutes after the party started, despite your intentions of getting there as early as possible. You made a beeline for the spiked punch and drank like a fish. In no time flat you became the life of the party, at least as your friends tell it. You danced with anyone who was willing, made out with several boys and a few girls, with much cheering from others, and even danced with your top off in just your bra for a while. Your cheeks redden at their retelling of your night. You don't remember any of this! Certainly not stripping in front of a group of mostly strangers.

"I'm afraid to ask," you drone. "But is there anything else?"

Your friends look at each other then back to you and shrug.

"Sorry, sweety," Ruth says apologetically. "We left around the time you were singing Katy Perry and swinging your shirt around like a lasso."

And now that image is stuck in your head for the rest of your life. Thanks Ruth.

"At least you got home okay," Veronica offers, seeing you obvious disappointment.

You **** a smile and say, "Yeah, that's true. Just hope no one caught it on tape."

The girls laugh and try to reassure you that they saw no one breaking the cardinal rule of not recording a technically illegal party (what with the underage drinking). You just try and hide your utter despair and frustration at having learned nothing that would explain the sudden appearance of a big, meaty cock over you pussy! But, you suppose that any and all information will help paint a picture of the evening. So, nothing strange happened between your arrival and your friends' departure, which they say was around midnight. You aren't usually one to jump straight into getting sauced but the whole point of going was to get sloppy drunk over the course of the night so starting early isn't too abnormal for you. You just need a little more information. The bell rings and everyone stands up and starts gathering their things. You're so caught up in your own head that it takes until you leave the room for the horror to kick in. You didn't really think of it until your feet started taking you there.

Gym. Your next class is gym. Where you will be required to change into your gym clothes in front of all the girls in your class. And not only do you suddenly have a swinging phallus but you no longer have clean panties either! Even just that would be enough to make your head spin but this is just too much! You've gotta come up with a plan, and fast!

The first thing that comes to mind is ditching your gym clothes. They're in your gym locker right now but if you hurry you can grab them and throw them away somewhere. Then, when you "discover" your locker is unlocked and your clothes are "missing" you'll get out of needing to change. Even if the teacher suspects something and gives you an F for the day they can't make you change into clothes you don't have. But they might have spares or something for just such an occasion. Maybe just faking sick would be a more concrete solution? Or... You've heard lots of rumors about Ms. Reacher. Rumors about her spending a lot of time outside of school with female students. And you're almost certain you've caught her staring at your tits and ass during gym before. Almost certain. Maybe if you bat your eyelashes and throw on a little charm she'll let you skip? Either way, you've gotta come up with something fast.