Rosemary opened the doors to her school and with great swagger strutted down the halls for all to see. All eyes were on her, as the entire student body stared at her in awe. Rosemary was used to the stares, when you’re a girl whose biggest claim to fame among your peers was an unnatural love of porn that pt every guy in school’s to shame, and were vocally proud of it, you got a sideways glance or two. But now they were staring for other reasons.
Rosemary wore a broken in, and a little smelly form their constant use, pair of Chuck Taylors, a baggy pair of khaki cargo pants and a red sleeveless turtle neck sweater. But these clothes weren’t what drew her stares; it was how ill fitting they were over her now huge and flabby gut. It pushed her sweater up and overhung her pants, as it bounced to and for with each step she took. Her gray treasure trail drew finger pointing and some snickering, while it’s huge bouncy girth called forth quiet whispers and big disbelieving eyes to her guts proportions.
But as outrageous as the appearance of her gut was, a gut she was totally in love with and proud of it appearance, it was the sight of her newly grown in, thick and full, white beard that made people’s mouth drop. There was no matching mustache as Rosemary hadn’t realized she needed to specify for that too when she asked for her next change. She was a little sad about that, but the thick and full silky softness made her forget about it real quick.
“Morning Cecile!” she greeted her best friend as students whispered all around her.
“Chickened out about the dick huh?” Cecile grinned.
“Yeah,” Rosemary said dropping her gaze, “It’s a big change and I’m still real nervous. I mean it changes A LOT!”
“I hear ya,” Cecile nodded, “Can’t say I’m not a little disappointed, but this manly beard helps ease my pain, at having to put off a good dicking,” she smiled as she rubbed Rosemary’s beard between her fingers, marveling at how soft it really was. “It looks good on you.”
“I would hope so with all the looks I’m getting,” Rosemary replied, looking around the hallway. “What?” she yelled at the other students, “You never saw a girl turned Santa Claus before? You all want some coal this year?”
“Calm down girl,” Cecile told her friend, as she took her by the hand and led her away to under the stairs. When they arrived she leaned in and kissed Rosemary, “Mmm, I like the way your beard tickles me!”
“Well if you like it so much, I guess I can’t deny you more of it,” Rosemary smiled as she leaned in for another.
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