This choice: Stacy checks her socks on a whim, and notices the tan smear that is you. • Go Back...Chapter #7Stacy checks her socks on a whim, and notices t... by: Kentwolf   Luckily for you, some girl had left a hair pin on the floor that had until now gone unnoticed. Stacy however noticed it when it went right through her sock and stabbed at her foot, causing her to Yelp and quickly lift her foot, resting her ankle sideways across her other knew she pulled the hair pin out annoyed. Then she stopped, she glanced at her big toe, the bottom of her socks pungent and dirty from the exertion of the run, however she could see a tan smudge that stood out even amongst the grubby, formerly bright pink of the fabric.
Stacy pressed a finger against your back, making sure to hold her breath because this close, her feet stank. She felt the familiar gummy squish just barely from the smallest bit of you not yet totally absorbed into the fabric. Her eyes widened as she remembered the girls stomping on you and then laughing when they said they let you go. Her head shot round to glare at the other girls "you bitches you put him in my shoe!" She exclaimed angrily, which the others replied by bursting out laughing to confirm that smudge was in fact you.
Stacy carefully peeled her sock off hoping you weren't totally fused to the fabric yet and bunched up her sock, she pushed her fingers against you from the inside while scrunching the sock like a sponge.
Painfully slowly you began to get pushed out from the fabrics clinging fibres. When enough of you finally was sticking out Stacy pinched it between her fingers and pulled. You stretched like a wad of finely chewed gum but you eventually ripped free of the stinky sock, though you smelt just as bad.
Stacy carried your tiny glob of a body to the showers and gently began washing you and rinsing you to help you stop stinking, though you ended up smelling even more like strawberries than ever thanks to her fruity body wash. Stacy kept apologising over and over as if it was her fault the girls had hidden you in her shoe. Very slowly your body began to reform, it was then Stacy remembered you were naked.
She put your still forming body in the shower area while she went to find you something to wear. Your body slowly reformed back to normal just as Stacy came back in covering her eyes with one hand and holding out something with the other. "Sorry Jack it was all they had in the spare stuff that will fit you." Warily you took it from her and pulled a face of disgust "this is a girls leotard from the grade school!" You protested, it shimmered and had the school logo on the front, it was clearly for a girl about your size. Sometimes they came over to practice their after school ballet and gymnastic clubs, one of the girls must have left it behind.
"Sorry but like I said its all that will fit you. It's only until you get to your locker, you have spare clothes there remember" it was true, you always kept a few spare outfits in your locker incase of accidents, but still wearing this in the halls. You hoped no one would see. Grumbling you stepped into it and pulled it on, it clung and squeezed you so tight it altered your shape. Stacy uncovered her eyes and let out a snort of laughter before she could stop herself.
Recently you had tried letting your hair grow longer as some rebellious teen thing, unfortunately with this leotard squeezing your waist in and making your manhood crush flat, the effect was less rebellious teen and a lot more preteen girl. "Sorry jack it's just...never mind I'm already late for my next class. Good luck Jackie" she called out quickly grabbing her bag and rushing to her next class.
You didn't know why she laughed, you thought it was because you looked ridiculous, but you carefully opened the door and headed out into the hall, making a fast walk towards your locker. Your bare feet smacking against the tiled hall floor as you thanked any God listening for classes already underway so no one would see you...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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