Kyle wasn't enjoying study hall. He didn't bother asking to lie down, he just found a seat and put his hands in his head.
He looked at his hands. They were smaller and more feminine. He threw his head down to bury it in his arms. Now his sensitive nipples were touching his shirt.
His balls itched, but he couldn't feel them touching his boxers anymore. "What's the point," he thought. "She's going to change me then fuck me and I have no way to change that."
He flipped which side he was facing and morosely stared out the window... "But I do." The teacher heard that, since he said it out loud. Meeting eyes, Kyle immediately got the idea to use an old trick to get back to Jen. "Hey, teacher..."
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Walking down the hall with a pass to ask a teacher a question, Kyle stumbled on his jeans. Stopping to roll them up, he found his ankles smaller and his legs much less hairy. He finished and walked faster.
Coming to the classroom, Kyle looked through the door window to make sure she was there and then opened the door slowly. The class was doing busywork, so he got the attention of the teacher and waved the note without showing her, "May I talk to Jen about a project? I'm in study hall."
The teacher looked at Jen and nodded. Jen sat there, wondering if Kyle had figured out he had the curse - only to be sure of it when they got outside and Jen closed the door. Kyle was smiling.
"What am I going to do to you..."
Jen stammered. "I- I don't know what you mean."
"I have the curse and we are going to do something about that right now."
Jen looked at Kyle's loose clothes and rolled pant legs. More confidently, she bluffed "You can either screw with me and stay screwed or give me something I want and we work together."
Kyle mulled his options...