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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Fantasy · #1593091
You’re stuck in a woman’s body, and at the mercy of every woman you’ve ever been with.
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Chapter #4

Purple

    by: rosenheimer Author IconMail Icon
All the walls of your bedroom are purple, oh dear….
But this is not your main worry. You must dress your now female body.
You are ok with some worn out jeans and tomboy look and leave for the bus to school…
There's one thing you overlooked when you left the bus. You didn't apply any make-up at all that morning. You stumble onto the bus, find an empty seat, sit and bury your face. You just hoped no one would notice you the whole day. So far, no one had, until now. Two girls had just taken a seat on the bus. They had a summer break's worth of gossip to talk about.
They ceased talking and looked over at you. You heard "...is she dead..." and "...is she new here...". One of them finally said it: "Are you dead?" The same one hopped over and sat next to you. "...I dare you to touch her..." You reply by saying "I'm not dead" in your new voice. "What's your name, then?" You had to think for a second. What's a girl name for Mike? You picked something random and said "Mika". You squeeze your eyes shut and grind your teeth. Mika? Now they will think I'm from a distant country. They did laugh a little. "Are you a foreign exchange student?" You decided to along with it and said "yes".
You proceeded to tell them you were a foreign exchange student from Germany.
To prove it, you said "Ja, ich bin ein Mädchen aus Deutschland" and they believed you. At least if they thought you were a foreign exchange student, you wouldn't seem so awkward. So you thought.
Your body leaned forward, followed by a blast of air from the bus. "Mika. Come on, we're here" Allison says to you. She was the blonde-haired girl who had sat beside you. She was the utmost friendly. You couldn't quite determine what clique she belonged to. She didn't look preppy. She didn't look athletic.

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