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Subject: {ASSM} Shifter Chap 1 [2/4]
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Finally he said, "Well, I wasn't supposed to be here.  First day father-son
bonding stuff.  I'm only here because of Miss Santuchi's test in fifth
period.  I figured you figured I wouldn't be here all day, so when I got
here right after lunch started, I came right here, figuring you would, too."

"That makes sense.  But thinking of your boobs, do you remember your
promise?"

He actually had no idea what she was talking about, but figured it would be
really bad to admit that, so he pretended like he knew but was feigning
ignorance and said, "Promise?  What promise is that?"

She smiled and swatted his butt playfully.  She slid her arm around his
waist.  "You promised me that I'd be the first girl to see your new boobs
after they grew in."

Still not sure of anything, he asked, "What about David?"

"David who?"

"David Lewis."

"What about him?"

"Don't you like him?"

"Are you jealous over what I said?  I didn't say I liked him.  I said I'd
like to see him have sex.  I am an average female and he is a tit-licker."

Not familiar with the term, Peter asked, "Tit-licker?"

"He's a boob-bopper."  Seeing Peter was still mystified, she said, "He's
gay.  Don't tell me you didn't know?"

"Not really.  But you want to see him have sex?"

"Sure.  Like most normal girls, I have a fantasy of watching two big boobed
guys going at it.  But what about it?  You going to let me see your boobs?"

Peter hadn't figured on showing his boobs off to anyone, but Jess did seem
to like them, and as long as he did have them, he might as well use them.
Deciding to be playful, he said, "Gee, I don't know if I can.  I mean my mom
has already seen them, so that might not be possible."

She kissed him right on his lips.  "I guess I'll just have to be content to
be the first girl who isn't family to see them."

"When do you want to see them?"

"As soon as I can.  How about you come to my house right after school?"

"It's a date."

"A date without having to buy you dinner?  I'm falling in love all over
again."  The two settled down and chatted about various things, classes,
which teachers they liked, teachers they didn't, homework, friends, and
other teen things.

As they talked, Peter looked around at those around him.  It seemed that
whatever had changed things had kind of equalized dress codes.  Girls still
wore dresses and skirts, but didn't wear blouses.  If they did wear shirts,
it was something simple like a T-shirt or a flannel button up.  The guys
didn't wear dresses or skirts, but did wear formal blouses like he was
wearing or Spandex tops like what his father had been wearing that morning,
all of which were designed to show off more than a fair bit of cleavage.
Both guys and girls wore heels.  Like the dress shoes Peter saw in his
closet at home, male shoes actually had heels like those that, before this
morning, he had seen only on women's shoes.  He also noticed that heels were
for dressier outfits and since men tended to dress up more (to show off
their boobs), the number of men in heels outnumbered the women in heels by
almost two to one.  He also noticed that neither men nor women, with the
exception of those using it to make a point (Goths, punks, etc.), were
wearing make-up.  Even the teachers were bare-faced.

About twenty minutes before the end of lunch, Jess said, "Well, I got a test
in Math next period, and I got to get some studying done.  Since I'm not
going to get that done around you..."  She kissed him and got up.  "I've got
to go.  Meet me after sixth period English."

"See you later."  Jess blew him another kiss before she walked off.

Just a minute or two later, Peter realized he had to use the restroom.  He
collected his empty tray, returned it to the dirty dishes area, and headed
to the bathroom.  Thankful that whatever had changed the universe around
hadn't moved anything, he quickly went in and got his "equipment" out.
Standing in front of the urinal, Peter saw a roll of toilet paper mounted
beside the pipes at the top of the urinal.  He wondered if he was expected
to wipe himself when finished, but realized that with the delicate fabric of
his current underwear in comparison to the cotton briefs he was used to,
wiping was probably a good idea.

As he relieved himself into the urinal, he heard a voice say, "Hi.  Peter
isn't it?"

He turned and blanched, seeing David Lewis, the Junior who had been
harassing him since the school year started.  It was a David with large
boobs, but still recognizably David.  "Yeah, that's me."

David extended his hand.  "My name's David."

Peter looked at David, confused.  Apparently, in this altered world, David
barely knew him.  Peter looked down to his crotch and said, "I'm kind of
busy here."

David pulled his hand back with a sheepish, "Sorry."  Peter finished and
wiped himself.  David then said, "I couldn't help but notice you got your
boobs today."

"So?"

"I was wondering...  Have you ever considered... guys?"  Remembering what
Jess had said and seeing David's nervous hesitation, Peter realized that
David had the hots for him.

"For sex?"  David nodded.  Peter had, many times, but he didn't want to say
anything and have David assume.  Maybe this David didn't know him well,
hadn't been harassing him (or maybe just didn't remember it), but Peter
couldn't just forgive what he did remember.  "Why?"

David looked down, twirling his foot in a circle.  "Peter, I want you to
know that I've always found you attractive, even before boobs, and I was
just wondering if I had a chance."

There it was, out in the open.  David wanted sex.  Hell, from the sounds of
it, David wanted a real relationship.  But Peter was still stuck on what he
suffered before at this man's hands.  He wanted to rant at him, but
controlled himself and just said, "No," while stuffing his penis back into
that pouch.

A couple tears escaped David's eyes.  He said, "I understand," and turned
away.

Part of Peter melted.  He didn't want to say yes, but didn't want to seem so
cold.  He softly said, "David."  The larger boy turned back.  "I want you to
know, I am bisexual, but I've got a girlfriend, and I don't want to risk
that."  David nodded and turned away, still dejected.

Peter's heart melted a little bit more.  He called out to David again.
Staring at him, Peter warred with himself.  David was cute and Peter
couldn't deny a certain attraction.  Would a kiss on the cheek hurt?  Would
it lead David on?  Peter decided to risk it.  He stepped up on his tiptoes
to try it, but David surprised him and swept him up and plastered their lips
together.  Peter melted into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of their lips
and bodies mashed together.  Peter felt David's semi-erect member pressing
into his body and David's nipples were so tight and erect that they felt
like they were drilling into Peter's breasts.

When they parted, both were breathing heavily.  David asked, "Sure I can't
change your mind?"

Peter couldn't say a thing for a few seconds.  Part of him wanted to go with
David.  Hell, part of him wanted to drag David into a stall and have his way
with him.  Finally, though, he said, "I can't do that to Jess."

David gave him a look that said that he both understood and was
disappointed.  He kissed Peter on the tip of his nose, said, "I hope Jessica
realizes what a catch you are," and turned to leave.

After David left, Peter ran into a stall, sat down, and pulled his dick from
his pants.  He began stroking himself, trying to get off before class, when
he heard someone come into the restroom.  He was forced to stop in order to
keep from being heard and hoped that whoever it was would finish quickly and
leave, but even before the first finished, another came in and started doing
normal sounding things.  Realizing that the number of visitors would only
increase the closer it got to class time, Peter almost cried.  He almost
resigned himself to going back to class with an erection, when he decided to
try something.

Ever since he had first seen his boobs when he had woke up that morning, he
had avoided dealing with them as much as he could.  Total avoidance was, of
course, impossible, but most of the attention they had garnered had come
from others.  Now, Peter slid his hand up under his blouse and under his
bra.  As soon as his fingers touched his nipple, he felt an almost electric
shock of pleasure shoot through him, forcing him to bite down on his own lip
in order to keep from gasping out.  It only took a few seconds before he
realized that the rubbing of his breast and nipple was not only quieter than
"pounding his pud," it was also far more pleasurable.  He pulled his hand
out, unbuttoned his blouse, then, not even wanting to remove it, grabbed the
base of his bra, and yanked it out and up, freeing his tits.

He took his breasts in hand and rubbed his nipples, masturbating himself.
The pleasure was incredible!  It took all his willpower to keep from crying
out as he fondled himself.  It took only a little while longer before his
cock started twitching and spraying the inside of the stall door with semen.
Peter sat there for a few seconds before he took some toilet paper and wiped
his body fluids off the stall door.  He threw the paper in the toilet,
flushed it, got composed, and stepped out.  Judging from the looks on the
faces of the other guys in the bathroom, most knew what he had been doing,
but nobody said anything.  Peter guessed that this was something guys did,
but it wasn't discussed in open.

He went to his fourth period English class.  Nothing surprising there.  In
fact, the class was a little further back from where he had been yesterday.
Only about a week's worth, but the class was still behind.  Peter breezed
through it, paying only enough attention to ensure there was nothing new.

Fifth period was his history class and the test he was sure he had already
taken.  He went in, sat down, and waited.  Peter's best friend, Danny, came
in and sat beside him.  "Hey, dude, congrats on the new chest."

Peter found he was getting somewhat comfortable with his breasts and
replied, "Yeah, I wanted to take the day off, but I had to come in for this
test."

"Thinking of it, you ready for the test?"

"I guess so."  How could he say that he wasn't even sure he was supposed to
have a test today, much less whether he had studied for it or not.

"You sound as confident as I feel."

The two shared a brief chuckle before Miss Santuchi walked in and said,
"Alright, class, settle down."  After everybody had quieted and got into
their seats, she took a pile of papers and started handing a small stack to
the first person in each row.  "You know the drill:  Take one, pass the rest
back, no talking, no notes, no books, if you finish early, you're allowed to
do anything you want for the rest of the class so long as it's quiet and
doesn't disturb others."

The tests got to Peter and he took one and passed the rest back.  Looking at
it, he was shocked.  The test was the same one he remembered taking a week
ago.  Not just covering the same material, but the exact same test.  Same
questions, same order, everything.  Remembering the test as well as the
after test review last Monday, Peter breezed through the test and got out
his English literature book to do some studying.

About halfway through the class, the school's vice-principal, Miss Harrison,
walked in, came over and kissed Miss Santuchi.  And it wasn't a "Hi, I'm
your friend and I'm greeting you with a kiss" kiss.  It was a "Hi, I want to
jump your bones" kiss.  They whispered a bit before Miss Harrison left,
getting a slightly-more-than-friendly swat on the behind as she left.

Peter wondered about that.  Miss Harrison had always been a bit standoffish
towards the guys, but he figured that had been because she was the authority
figure in charge of school discipline.  Was she a lesbian?  It would explain
a bit.  Of course, the thought that this was all some weird dream and that
was part of it popped into Peter's mind.  Whatever this was, Peter just
shrugged it off and kept reading.

After the bell rung for the end of class, Peter quickly stuffed his books
back into his bag and took off for gym, the last class of his day.  He was
in Freshman Soccer.  For the freshmen, there was no Varsity or non-Varsity
distinctions, but if one wanted to play in the upper levels in their
Sophomore year or later, the best bet was to play in the "Frosh" class.
Peter wasn't sure he wanted the stress of Varsity, but he at least wanted
the option.

In the locker room, Peter saw the other guys changing and started changing
himself.  Just as he was about to pull his sports t-shirt on, his friend Jim
said, "Hey, I know those are new, but you do realize you need a little
extra?"  Peter gave him a confused look.  Jim lifted his shirt, exposing his
B cup breasts, sheathed in a sports bra.

Peter rolled his eyes, remembering that his dad had bought him a sports bra;
he just hadn't remembered to bring it.  "Damn.  Think I could get by without
one?"

Jim shook his head.  "You know Coach Dugan."  Imitating the coach's voice,
Jim said, "As men, you have certain limitations that women don't.  You need
to accommodate for those limits, and a sports bra and cup are part of that."

Peter nodded.  He had heard that speech, minus the bra reference, dozens of
times before.  The coach didn't even like letting the students drill basics
without a cup on.  "I guess I better go face the music."  Peter got back
into his "street" clothes and went out to the gym to see the coach.

Coach Dugan was off to one side, waiting for class to start and checking
students on the attendance roster as they entered the gym.  As soon as the
coach saw him, he asked, "Mister Wilkins, why aren't you in gym clothes?"

"Coach, I forgot a sports bra."

Coach looked down on him disapprovingly.  "Well, it is your first day with
breasts, so I'll let it slide.  Forget your bra on Monday and you will get
detention.  And go get some books.  I want to see you in the bleachers
studying.  This isn't going to be a free period."

Peter ran and got his books, getting back just before the final bell rang.
He started with Science, then did some Art review.  As class got close to an
end, he decided to check his History answers and was once more struck by the
differences between what was and what he remembered.  In this changed around
world he was in, men and women had taken a more balanced role in history.
Men still had most of the leadership positions, but women had been the
movers and shakers of history.  For example, George Washington had been the
first president, but it had been General Martha Washington who had led the
American army (a mostly female army) to victory in the Revolutionary War.
Checking, Peter realized he got most of his answers right, although he had
screwed up most of the names.

The bell rang and Peter stuffed his books back into his bag.  As he came off
the bleachers, coach reminded him, "Don't forget the bra on Monday."  Peter
nodded and ran to meet Jess after her sixth period English class.

When Jess left the room, she gave him a kiss on the cheek.  "Hey, babe,
already ready?  I hope you didn't cut out of class early."

"Naw.  I just forgot my sports bra, so Coach Dugan had me turn it into a
study period."

"Geez, that must be a pain, having to remember bras and a cup.  Me?  All
I've got to remember is a set of tennies and workout clothes.  Must be a
pain."

Peter shrugged.  "Well, before today, I haven't had to wear a bra, but a cup
isn't that bad."

Jess wrapped her arm around his waist, then took a purposefully exaggerated
look at his cleavage.  "Well, you need a bra now."  She then grinned
lasciviously at him.

He smiled.  "Why do I get the feeling that you might actually like it if I
never wore another bra?"

With a sly tone, she replied, "I could get behind that."  Peter was struck
with the weirdness of his new self.  This morning, he had been utterly
freaked out by just having a pair of tits, now he was joking about them.

The two went to Jess's locker, then went to her house.  As soon as they were
inside, she pulled him into her arms and kissed him, shoving her tongue down
his throat.  When they parted, she whispered, "Call your parents and see how
long you can stay.  I plan on using every second I can."

Peter called home and let his mother know he was over at Jess's.  She told
him to be home by six and to have fun.  When he hung up, it was with the
impression that his mom knew that he would be involved with a little more
than polite conversation with Jess.  He didn't know how that could be, since
he wasn't sure what they'd be involved in.

He turned back to Jess, now sitting on the couch.  "I've got until six."

She checked her watch.  "A little less than three hours.  Let's get started.
I believe you have a promise to fulfill."

Peter unbuttoned his blouse, performing a short strip tease for Jess to
excite her, and, judging from the panting, it was working.  She licked her
lips as he pulled the blouse off and dropped it beside him.  He then reached
behind him and undid his bra.  He pushed his boobs together with his upper
arms, holding them and his bra with the pressure he could exert.  He
flirtatiously asked, "Are you sure you want me to take this off?"

Through heavy breath, she responded, "Little boy, you better take that bra
off before I yank it off."

Grinning, he allowed the bra to slide off, exposing his breasts.  He laced
his hands behind his head and shook his torso.  "Like what you see?"

"Oh, god, they're beautiful."  She stood and took his breasts in hand,
palming his nipples.  Peter moaned and leaned into her touch, wrapping his
arms around her.  They kissed passionately as she fondled him.  When the
kiss finished, she panted out, "Peter, will you... do me?  I want to go all
the way."

Peter couldn't say a word, but nodded.  She slid her hands down and undid
his pants.  She said, "I've got a confession.  I started a rumor that you
wear padded briefs."  She slid her hand into his pants and rubbed his dick
through his briefs.  "I know you don't, but if the girls knew this was all
you, I'd need a gun to drive them off.  Particularly after they saw these."
She nodded her head at his boobs.

"That's okay.  All I ever wanted was you."  They kissed again and Jess let
his pants fall to the floor.  She pulled his briefs off and let them fall,
too.  He stepped out of his clothes and asked, "Aren't you a little
over-dressed?"

She pulled her shirt off and tossed it away.  While she was taking off her
pants, Peter got his first look at a naked woman's torso.  The basic frame
was still as curvy as he remembered a woman's should be, but there were no
boobs or any hint of a pair.  Minus those curves, he could be looking at a
guy's chest.  But those curves made a world of difference.  When he saw her
legs, there was no doubt that he was looking at a girl.

Once naked, she stood and asked, "So what do you think?"

Peter was stunned.  Although breastless, Jess was as fantastic as he thought
she'd be.  Her curves seemed to ask for him to slide his arms around her and
hold her.  She put her hands on her hips and asked, "Well?"

"I want you."

She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.  She kissed him
while pulling him towards the couch.  She spun him around and lay him on his
back.  She straddled his hips and took his breasts in hand.  She stroked
them with a circular motion while grinding her clit against his cock.  He
took his hands and rubbed her flanks as she moved upon him.  After a few
more seconds, she lifted up, took his cock in hand, and then slammed herself
down on him.  They just stayed together like that, enjoying the feel of
their coupled bodies.  Soon Jess started moving again, rocking back and
forth and taking his breasts in hand once more while doing so.  It was only
a short bit later before it got to be too much for him and he sprayed into
her belly.

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