"John Tucker? Ya lil prick," Derek said to himself as he stared at the computer. Then he began typing madly.
John was sprawling half naked across a hundred computer screens scratching his junk in his tight boxer briefs
with his shirt hanging open, as he lay on his bed. He began to scratch harder, as the bulge in his shorts got
smaller and smaller.
"What the f-?" he cursed as he sat up and stared at the wet dripping pussy where his manhood had been.
Derek howled with laughter, as John fingered himself. He had a pussy. He was a pussy.
Melissa chuckled too.
But Derek wasn't the only one with a keyboard and ideas...