Message-ID: <26155asstr$967900204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "J R D" Mime-version: 1.0 X-Priority: 3 Content-type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit X-Original-Message-ID: <1244243839-28465282@micronet.net> Subject: {ASSM} Shifter Chap 1 [2/4] Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2000 09:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, kelly 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. ------------ Send all comments, suggestions, etc. to J R D jrdss@micronet.net I can be reached while online at ICQ# 37222294 -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+