The sun was about to set as I turned my bike onto the road that would take me to my destination. The Bates Academy, located on the outskirts of town, was an all-girls school. It had opened about ten years before and had a reputation for being extremely protective of its students and faculty.
There were rumors among my classmates that some of the girls weren't always girls, but I ignored them. My plan for the evening was straightforward: sneak onto the property, conduct a panty raid, and maybe, just maybe, catch a glimpse of a girl changing.
I jumped off my bike just as a car turned the corner ahead of me; I scrambled to hide myself and my bike behind a nearby bush. The car's headlights barely missed me as it drove by. I locked my bike and walked over to the large wrought-iron fence that surrounded the school once I was certain the coast was clear.
After checking once again to make sure the coast was clear, I expertly scaled the wall and jumped down on the other side. I carefully ran up the hill toward the school, which took up six buildings on the 10-acre property. I was about to sneak into one of the residence halls when I saw three girls coming down the sidewalk. Their shorts and sports bras told me they’d been at the gym.
I hid behind a nearby electrical transformer, one of those green ones that sat on the ground, as the girls got closer. They were soon close enough to see clearly in the dwindling daylight; they were all about the same height and equally attractive. One of the girls, a brunette, looked as though she’d been an early bloomer, while the other two, another brunette and a redhead, were more on the average size.
I was able to overhear some of the girls’ conversation as they went by, with the buxom brunette saying, "It's so hard to walk when you can't see your feet; these tits are blocking my view."
"Girl, if that's the least of your problems, you should consider yourself lucky," groaned the redhead. "At least you’re still in your correct grade."
The other brunette stepped in front of the two girls; I got the sense she was the leader of their group. "You just have to give it time, girls; you’ll get used to it, I promise." My feet slipped on the gravel surrounding the transformer; the girl looked in my direction, and I could have sworn she smiled at me. Turning her attention back to her friends, she added, "Of course, I have heard stories about a girl who graduated last year. She’s still having problems and might even get everything reversed."
I stayed behind my cover for a few minutes after the girls entered the building; going over what I’d heard them talking about. Clearly the buxom brunette and the redhead were new here, and the other brunette was helping them cope.
After making sure the coast was clear, I started walking along the outside of the building until I found what I was looking for: an open window. I took a quick peek to make sure the coast was clear; the sound of running water from behind a closed door told me the occupant was in the shower.
I carefully climbed through the window and surveyed the room, which consisted of a bunk bed, two desks, and two dressers. The room was clearly meant for two people, but the empty desk and an unmade bed told me that only one person lived here.
I quickly and quietly made my way to the dresser and started rummaging through its contents. I was so engrossed in my work that I failed to realize the girl had gotten out of the shower. "See anything you like?"
I spun around on my heels and looked at the girl, who had only a towel wrapped around her chest. In a panic, I said, "Look, I can explain everything."
"I'm sure you'd like to try, but it's not necessary. It's nice to see you. If you like what you saw in my drawer, don't worry; you'll get your own." Pressing a red button on the wall, she said, "I wouldn’t bother running; security will catch you before you make it anywhere near the gate."
They must have been close by when the girl pressed the button; because less than a minute later, two security officers, both female, burst into the room. Feeling desperate, I tried to make a run for it, only to be shot in the back with some sort of tranquilizer.
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That must’ve been a powerful sedative because I didn’t wake up again until the next morning. I slowly opened my eyes to find that I was in what looked like a hospital room; a very spartan hospital room. The sun was out, and I could see birds flying by outside the window.
I ignored the extra weight on my chest as I pushed some hair away from my face and got out of bed. I had pressing need to use the bathroom. Everything seemed a little off, but I was still too out of it to really take notice.
I was almost to the bathroom when a girl suddenly appeared out of nowhere in front of me. She was attractive but not overly so, with dark brown hair and a smattering of freckles on her face. She was wearing the kind of uniform you’d see at a private school – a dark blue blazer, a long-sleeved white blouse with a blue and gold striped tie. She was also wearing a knee-length skirt with white socks and black flats.
I smiled at the girl as I made no attempt to hide the fact that I was checking her out. I blushed when I noticed her doing the same thing. “Hi, I’m Dante,” I said, only to discover that my voice was much higher than it should have been.
Things took a weird turn as I reached for my throat, only to watch the girl do the exact same thing. What’s going on here? Recalling the weight on my chest, I looked down and was horrified to see a pair of breasts protruding from my chest.
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