As her skirt came down, she felt it slide across the strange new flesh. She turned away from the mirror with tears in her eyes, then twisted around to look. Just as Kyle had described, there was a dick and balls resting at the top of her butt crack. It must have appeared when he hung up. She remembered feeling something unusual but was too focused on finding her uniform. Her last bits of denial were shattered when she reached back and felt it once more. I was warm against her hand and ass, and a little sensitive. It involuntarily flexed against her hand and she quickly pulled away. She covered her eyes and continued to cry. That fucker really had cursed her.
The sound of a horn interrupted her sobbing. She cussed as she stepped towards her window to look down on the driveway. Beth’s car waited. Jen’s time was up. She may have gotten away with plenty with her sexy body, but had skipped classes a few too many times this semester. She might have managed one more but really didn’t want to risk it. The misplaced dick was soft and wouldn’t be too difficult to hide under her skirt.
Jen dried her eyes and pulled back on her panties and skirt, this time being careful to slip the surprisingly sensitive dick under the fabric. The extra flesh made them ride up, but she didn’t have time to think about it. She recalled what Kyle had said and reasoned that nobody would think it was weird.
She pulled on her top then rushed to her drawer to find a sock. She found one that was a close match and quickly bent over to pull it on. Leaning like that nearly made her dick pop free. All she could do was hope that nobody would notice or care about the strange bulge back there.
Beth honked again. Jen re-adjusted the back of her skirt then grabbed her bag and shoes. She decided to put them on in the car and ran out the front door...