Squeezing past the heavy door, I crept into the corridor, still struggling to hold my jeans over my waist. I felt a chilling breeze down the collar into my cleavage, a sensation that gently tickled my breasts as I swung my head, back and forth, to check if the coast was clear. To my relief, it was. There were a few students further down the corridor, but they seemed to be so focused on their own conversations that they wouldn't even bother to acknowledge me, something that I was already used to I suppose. Regardless, I was free to sneak out of sight.
But where was I going? It wasn't as if I could just stroll back into class looking like this. It wasn't like I could return home to my parents looking like this. And there was no way I was going to face my friends like this, especially while gripping dearly to my old clothes just to cover my new feminine parts. As I took a few more steps down the corridor, I noticed another heavy door, similar to the boy's lavatory. This was the girl's lavatory. Staring at the sign on the door, the universal symbol for woman, I felt a lump in my throat. To enter the girl's lavatory meant accepting my new identity. Whether I liked it or not, I had to accept the fact that, at least for a while, I'd be stuck in this body, and must get used to the fact that I would have to be treated as such. So, after taking a deep breath, in a feeble attempt to rebuild my confidence, I pushed the door open, once again struggling at the tremendous weight of the door, and stepped into the lavatory where, to my horror, someone was already present.
For a moment, I froze. I turned around and tried to pull the door back open, but unfortunately, it was too late.
"Hello?"
A familiar voice came from behind me, and at that moment, my eyes widened with fright. I turned my head to face my captor. Before me stood Ashley Howell, the busty school girl who I spoke to earlier, literally seconds before I changed into this equally busty form. She had just finished drying her hands after washing them at the sink. I noticed a look of concern in her eyes.
"Is something the matter?"
I was hesitant to reply, I dreaded what my new feminine voice would sound like, but Ashley looked worried, I had to speak, but before I could, she interrupted me.
"You look familiar," she added, "Have we met somewhere before?"
I wanted to answer, but I couldn't think of what to say. I didn't want to tell her that we just had a conversation, I couldn't bare to think of her reaction, but I didn't want to create a false identity, an identity that I would be stuck with for the time being. But what did I say?
"Are you the new school girl we've been told about? The one we're supposed to be meeting here in college?"
This was it. I couldn't just stand there, like a pathetic little girl, I had to give an answer.
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