I am in History, my favourite subject. But I can't concentrate because i'm itching all over. I ask to be excused to the bathroom. I go into a stall and try scratching the itch. The skin on my hand peels off, like a snakeskin. Underneath, my hand is smooth and slender, and the itch is gone there. I quickly pull the skin off my other hand. The same thing is true of that hand. I quickly peel off the skin of my arms and then started on my face. I quickly went out of the cubicle and looked in the mirror. My face looked very different. My eyes were black and my face seemed to have reshaped, as if this was my real face and the skin had been masking it. I stripped off my trousers and boxers. The skin on my crotch was itching too. Without thinking, I grabbed my dick. The whole thing came off. Underneath was a virgin vigina. As I quickly looked down at your boxers, you noticed that they had changed into a thong. My trousers too had changed. I decided if I was turning into a girl, I may as well get it over with. I took off my shirt and pulled at my skin. It came off to reveal a body with no breasts. I thought that maybe I wasn't turning into a girl after all. But I was sadly mistaken as a bra appeared on me and breasts grew out to fill them. Finally, my shirt changed into a girl shirt.
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