The note is still in your pocket, because you're not done questioning it yet. When you walked down from the roof, several new questions already formed in your head, but by that time you were already among people again and couldn't cram it out anymore. Right now you're sitting in the classroom again, still bothered by the lacking material between your legs. So in essence, it's just like in the morning, except now you have the note, which is a small reason for celebration. You know what's going on with you and you know what you have to do, which is a rather big reason for non-celebration. But where and how in the world would you find a guy that would be willing to... have sex with you?
You shudder at the thought alone and you're so distracted that you're not paying attention in class.
"Tyler", Ms. Stewart calmly asks you through the classroom. "You still with us?"
"Oh yeah, yeah", you hastily say. "Sorry, I got a little distracted."
She lifts an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything and continues with the lesson. The day goes on like this with you being distracted and one or the other teacher reminding you to pay attention.
It's the last lesson. Your bladder is full and you really need to go to the bathroom. This time, you take your chance during the break and go the mens room. This time, you wander straight to the stalls instead of going to the urinals.
'How am I supposed to act manly, when I have to use the toilet like a girl?'
You sit down and for a moment, embarrasment washes over you as you are forced to feel like a girl.
Once again, completely unnoticed, your body changes. This time, your butt gains a bit in volume, while your hips become a bit wider. It's not recognizable on first glance, and one would really have to know your physique to see it, but it's there. You're done and get back to classes. Your underwear is a little wet because you forgot to wipe.
'Fuck', you think. 'That's annoying.'
Once classes are finally over, you head straight for the dorm, but one of the boys from your class stops you on the hallway.
"Pst, Ty", he says. "We're doing a pantyraid tonight, you in?"
At first, you want to decline, but then you think for a moment. A pantyraid, while childish, is definitely a more masculine thing to do. You could go work out or something, but since the opportunity presents itself...
"I'm in", you say.
"Great", the boy says. "We meet at 7 P.M. at the infoboard next to the girl dorms." And like that he disappears again.
You sigh and make your way to your room.
'What a childish way to spend the free time', you think to yourself.