This choice: A group of kind girly girls walk up to you • Go Back...Chapter #21A group of kind girly girls walk up to you by: storyman   As you walked through the halls, mary jane shoes clacking on the floor you saw a group of girls walking and talking with each other.
They seem to be the same age as you.
The one in the middle was a cute blonde in a white top and pink plaid skirt. Her legs were bare and she was in bare feet in pink sandals, toes visible and painted pink as well. She had small diamond earrings in her ears. She had an above average breast size, B cups, maybe B and a half.
The girl on the left (yours) was dressed similarly to you. She was a brunette with a hairband in her hair. She wore a blue blouse but had a grey sweater jacket over it. On her right wrist were 3 red bracelets. She wore long black socks in sneakers. She had average proportions.
The last girl was wearing a white sundress and was in bare feet in white heels. She was black haired.
She was growing bottom heavy mostly.
These seem to be a group of rich girls. You remember some talk of popular kids in class, but your school was so big you never saw them, not as a guy anyway.
You looked up timidly at this group of girls.
"And then he said 'you look cute' *giggle*" they said laughing to each other.
Suddenly they stopped in front of you as you stopped in front of them.
"O-oh, excuse me..." you said, trying to get by and through the day. The only thing on your mind right now was getting those candies back and changing yourself back.
Suddenly the blonde girl ran up in front of you and said "wait wait wait sweetie, who are you?"
Even if reality changed you had never met these girls as a guy so they wouldn't know who you were anyway, nor would they even care to acknowledge you as a guy you were sure.
"I'm...Natalie" you said. As much as you wanted to hide them, your breasts jiggled and showed off their cleavage in front of the blonde.
"Girl you've got it goin' on" she said, her hands on her wide hips and poking your breasts. They were sensitive and you "eeped" when she touched them.
"P-please don't touch them" you said (Why were you so timid all of a sudden).
"Ahaha sorry but it's true, isn't that right girls?" she asked to her companions.
"Yeah, man puberty is hitting you hard with that butt too" said the girl in the sweater jacket.
"Oh yes, i also agree, you're very beautiful" said the black haired sundress girl.
"Oh I'm like, so sorry. Forgot to introduce myself. I'm Samantha and these are my besties Gina and Cindy" the blonde said, gesturing to the sweater jacket girl and sundress girl respectively.
"H-hello" you said. "I kind of have to get to class now..." you said, wanting to just hurry and run from the situation. You weren't sure how to go about being a girl or talking to anyone. Samantha grabbed you by the shoulders though.
"Hey, hey girlfriend don't be shy, you can hang out with us. With our help, we'll give you a makeover and make you into an even bigger queen than you are now" she said.
"Th-thank you but I'm not really one for applying makeup and-" you begin to say but were cut off by
Gina.
"A girl like you will blossom with some makeup. Come on" they said as they insisted on being your friends, wrapping their arms around your arms.
"We still have some time before class. We could go to the bathroom and freshen you up. what class are you in" asked Gina.
You said the classroom number and teacher name. It came to your mind that in this reality your classroom was different but you said the room number as if you've been going there regularly.
"Oh ok, Samantha goes there too. She'll guide you after it if you want to wait. Then we can hang out at lunch" Gina added.
What happens....  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 storyman (UN: michael10 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Onlyonekey has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author