Jennifer could hardly believe how long it took for her to get to class, and just how late she was when she finally reached the classroom door. Then again, she hadn't been running like some of the other students did when they were late. Why should she run? She wasn't one of the lower class riff-raff that was always late, and besides, the teachers would cut her a break. They always did, particularly when she came up with a good excuse for them.
As she opened the door to her biology class, her teacher turned to glance at her. His eyes narrowed, and Jennifer spoke up before he could ask her the question. “Sorry about being late, Mr. Simms,” she said. “I got so caught up with this last minute charity thing that my family was doing that I couldn't get away from it in time to get here by the bell.” There, that should be good enough, she thought to herself. Judging by the way that the biology teacher nodded and looked less annoyed, he seemed to buy it. Smiling at her success, she started to walk to her seat...
And stumbled almost immediately. She blushed a bit, waving away some attempt at help, stating she was fine. What was that, she wondered. When she'd taken a step, it was like something had rubbed against her pussy in a surprisingly pleasurable way. She was still tingling down there from whatever it was, too. She decided to take shorter steps to her seat.
It didn't do much to help. Though she was still able to walk, it felt like her pussy was more...out, than before. Weirder still, it seemed more sensitive, like her clit's sensitivity had spread throughout it...and it felt wrong. Very wrong. Particularly when she felt her pussy actually SHIFTING AROUND!
Hurrying to her desk, she made sure that no one was looking before surreptitiously sliding a hand under her skirt, feeling around. Her eyes went wide as she couldn't feel herself where she normally did, but a few inches further forward instead. More than that...her pussy lips were different...puffier, and shaped differently, so that they seemed to form a different shape. She couldn't name just what it reminded her of, but it was vaguely familiar.
“Damn it...what's happening to me?” she whispered under her breath, pulling her hand back, hoping that no one had seen. It was a struggle. Just that little touch had felt so good, better than masturbating usually did. It was almost tempting to do more, even though she was completely in public.