Josephine's First Day

I gave the note from Miss Stone to my English teacher. She read it, muttered "This is most unusual" and then proceeded to treat me as she did the other girls in the room. She even let me sit next to Marion and we worked happily together. Once again the time flew by and I was sad when the bell sounded for the end of the lesson.

At lunch I went around with Marion, Jenny and Donna. They were so nice to me, chatting to me more then they ever did normally. They were much friendlier towards me after just one morning than any of my usual friends.

However, just before the end of lunch Tracey sent one of her gang to fetch me. I didn't want to mess things up for my new friends so I went without fuss, promising them I would be ok and that I would see them later.

As Sharon led me round to behind the changing rooms, I doubted my promise. I suspected that I would not be ok. Behind the changing rooms was not somewhere I would ever venture alone. As I feared Tracey and Mark were both there with an assortment of hangers-on.

Mark was whispering to one of his gang, Tony. He seemed unhappy at what he was being told to do, but not wishing to upset Mark he shrugged his shoulders and walked over towards me, standing right in front of me. I hadn't worked out what was happening until he unzipped his fly and took out his cock.

"Tony ain't got a girlfriend at the moment so you'll do 'til he gets one. Give him a blow job you slut!" Mark's statement was followed by gasps and sniggers. Helpfully two of Sharon's mates pushed me to my knees. I looked at the limp cock dangling before me. They were going to make the most of my new status as a girl.

I considered trying to resist, but I realized that it would only create more trouble for me. My hands trembled as I wrapped my fingers around his. Shyly, at first, I allowed my fingers to explore, feeling its girth, his wiry pubes and tightening sack. As I felt his cock hardening I realized that I was in control. Somehow, even in my position, I felt comfortable, confident and in control. Inside my head I was accepting myself as a girl and allowing myself to do this, ignoring the tingling, worried feeling in my stomach. I made a ring with my fingers and circled his shaft easing my hand along the warm skin. I felt him twitch and he let out a gasp at my touch, increasing my feel of control.