Schoolgirl's Predickament

It had just been another day at school; the teacher in front of the classroom droning on with another lecture, the sun trailing lazily across the afternoon sky, and classmates all waiting for the final minutes to tick away.

As for you, you scarcely remember exactly what you were doing or how you were feeling. Were you casually tapping your feet, fiddling with miscellaneous objects on your desk, or casting sideways glances at fellow students? Whatever it was, nothing prepared you for what happened next - as you shuffled to the side on your seat, you suddenly became aware of a soft, almost gentle pulsation between your legs. Maybe it was the weather, you might have thought to yourself, until the pulse grew into a warm glow, throbbing through the fabric of your underwear. Alarmed, you started to wonder if you might have pissed yourself, when you feel a prompt jolt through your crotch; a pleasant sensation of skin against panties. Against your better instincts you breathed out a moan, though you managed to bite it back before you alerted anyone.

Twiddling your fingers, you wondered if the phenomena might be going away, but even as you tried to not think about it, you failed miserably in your attempt. The heat between your had turned into humidity, giving the impression that something was bulging away in your crotch - almost like a second heartbeat. You tried shifting your legs as if to cover it, only to yourself into biting back another moan. Soon you were squirming left and right, desperately trying to will away the unwanted sensation, but nothing you did - or didn't do - worked.

"Is something wrong, Ms. Doe?" The stern question from the teacher finally broke your silent agony, and you turned to see that your inadvertent shuffling has caught his attention - and that of a few of your classmates.

"Um... No, I..." you mumbled, embarrassed by the sudden spotlight. "I think I need to go to the bathroom."

"Well then, raise your hand and ask next time, instead of dragging your seat all over the floor," he answered impatiently.

The corridor breezed past as you raced for the restroom, questions without answers buzzing in your brain. You darted inside and made for one of the sinks, then - after ensuring no one else is nearby - you frantically undid your lower clothes and yanked them downwards.

"...!"

Any initial response or reflex you had died in your throat. What would one say at the sight of a phallus from where her pussy had been? You shook your head, closed your eyes and crossed your fingers, but no - the flabby length of meat was still there, fused between your legs as though it had always been there. You glanced upwards at the mirror...