Lisa stood up, hands trembling a little as she left the bathroom and made her way to the front desk. One of the benefits of being eighteen was being able to sign yourself out of school. She did so with the excuse of being sick, the time in Nurse Landry's office would help with that and headed home. On her way to the parking lot she passed by the gym class and slowed as she spotted Kendall in the crowd. He was clean shaven again, everywhere from what she could see from his tank top., and was looking more muscled than ever. She blushed and quickly moved on.
She tried to not even think of what was going on as she pulled up to her house and headed upstairs. Dropping her books in her bedroom she went to draw herself a bath. It always helped. A few nice scents in the hot water, lights dimmed, a candle lit and some soft music playing on the radio and she was ready to unwind and forget about what was going on.
It was harder once she undressed. Her breasts were hardly noticeable once she peeled off the sports bra, even her nipples were smaller, though she did seem broader through the chest and shoulders. She hoped whatever was affecting Kendall and the other guys wasn't getting to her. She didn't want to end up some over-muscled amazon. She undid her ponytail and let her red hair fall around her shoulders.
She slipped into the bath and laid back. Her thoughts drifted right to Kendall. His muscular body laying on the bed, monster cock erect against his stomach. She reached down between her legs and slid a couple of her fingers inside her slit, her thumb massaging a clit that seemed a little swollen. Absorbed in her day dream she didn't notice the more she teased her clit the bigger it got, nor the tighter her pussy got. She imagined taking Kendall's cock in her hands, stroking it, teasing it, putting her mouth over the head and watching him squirm in pleasure under her touch.
In her daydream she stood an pushed his legs slowly apart, exposing his puckered ass to the air and slipped a few fingers inside making him arch his back eagerly. By now she was playing with only her clit, big enough to hold between a few fingers. Her imaginary self pulled her fingers out of Kendall and lined her cock up with his ass, slowly pushing inside of him. She came for the last time as a woman, her pussy sealing up between her legs. She didn't notice, her mind fogged from the experience and the odd day dream.
Where had that come from and why did it seem so natural a thing to imagine? She slipped out of the water and toweled off, her brain once more glossing over the weirdness between her legs. She just wanted nothing more than a nap right now, so she pulled on the largest tee-shirt she had and crawled into bed. Maybe tomorrow she could talk to Kendall.
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Allison stood with her hands on her hips as she glared at the group of guys around coach Mason. She heard two other girls nearby muttering about it as well. "What's gotten into them lately?"
"Don't know. But Vince has been acting off ever since this morning. He and Tom have been spending all day together. I even tried to lure him off for a quicky in one of the supply closets."
"Didn't bite?"
"He said no thank you. He would have jumped on that yesterday. I don't get it."
Allison stopped eavesdropping and looked back to the huddle of muscular young men around the Coach. Vincent wasn't proof. It was one of the poorly kept secrets of the school that he was at least bi and Emily there was more of a beard than a girlfriend. Tom though.. Allison shook her head and spotted the pair of them in the crowd, shoulder to shoulder as they watched the coach. Even nerdy, overweight Dylan was paying attention as he went through proper form. Dylan usually spent a good deal of gym class watching the girls work out. Even Kendall was engrossed. At least Kendall was still into her, but his new obsession with his own muscles was odd. She needed to talk to Wes again, he seemed to know more about what was going on than he was letting on.
There was only one guy who wasn't lingering in the crowd watching, instead he sat on one of the benches watching the crowd itself. Ross. She tapped a finger to her lips as she wondered. He was sort of the template for what was going on, wasn't he? In the last year he suddenly glammed up, got fit and hot and came out as gay.
It was some place to start, at least.