Mary rested her head on her steering wheel. Cold air filled her lungs and poured from her lips in a misty path that split before her, with a majority streaming to the right, leaving just a little wisp to go it alone. Her shoulders quivered as bitter laughter rattled in her chest. Other students chortled and stampeded around her, ignorant to who sat amidst their leagues. Or they simply didn't care. Why would they?
The blonde pulled out her new phone. It had been a week since the sleepover, since her social life was shattered like cheap glass. She had no one's number on her device, nor did anyone know hers. Mary shoved her door open and jumped out, rubbing her naked arms in a futile shield against the wind that bit at her flesh like a million ants. They crawled across her limbs, leaving icy pinpricks wherever they went.
Mary climbed from her car and clenched her thighs. They were the only thing keeping her dick from sticking out. She had it tucked between her legs, pressed snugly against her pussy. Her cumbersome balls helped to hold it in place, finally useful for something other than making her shorts protrude noticeably. She pulled her handbag around to hand it in front of her groin.
The weekend had been a nightmare of trial and tribulation. She struggled to find a way to keep her 'little friend' secret, which became increasingly difficult as it grew. If no one saw it, then Gretchen's words were only rumours, nothing more. The only solution, after finding out that tape would cause her rash, was her current predicament. Thankfully, her nerves and the cold barred any arousal from seeping into her consciousness.
"Excuse me," someone said, pushing past her. Their shoulder bumped against hers, causing the blonde to stumble. Whoever the passer-by was, they didn't care about who she is, or rather who she was. Mary hurried as her teeth began to chatter. Her nipples jutted out from her shirt like a pair of fingers pointing the way, leading her by the chest. She let out a shuddering sigh as she entered the building, a rush of warmth greeting her. As well as the snide giggling of a fellow blonde.
Mary's vision zeroed in on the small group huddled around a set of lockers. Everyone gave them a wide berth, hushing their conversations and lowering their heads. Even so, Gretchen pulled some aside at random, locking onto any flaw that was available to her, before exploiting it. A pang of sympathy echoed in her chest.
"Look who it is!" Gretchen's condescending voice speared through Mary's ears, ricocheting in her head. She glanced to its source, barely able to repress a shudder. That night had been the worst of her life, and there was little doubt in her mind that Gretchen wanted to make sure she never forgot it.
"Mary, Mary, quite contrary," the cruel-faced blonde sang, cackling as she slung an arm over the outcasted girl's shoulders. Ashley and the others quickly joined her, crowding around their former leader.
"What do you want, Gretchen?" Mary growled and straightened her back, peering down at her former best friend. Almost five years of friendship and there wasn't a trace of kindness left on Gretchen's face, only a demeaning sneer that Mary had cultivated in her. Now it betrayed her. How long had it been since she saw that expression turned on her?
"Do I need a reason to make fun of the biggest freak of the century?" Gretchen laughed. To a stranger, it might seem pleasant, like the jovial tone of a child.
"There's plenty of trans people," Mary muttered, thinking of the shemale porn stars she'd begun to watch more and more. None of them were like her, though, a futanari. Not that Gretchen or anyone else knew that.
"Yeah, but none like you," Gretchen sniggered, "Look at you; everything about you screams 'sexy', but then you've got a stupid little girl-cock."
"Girl-cock?" Mary laughed, arching an eyebrow. She cast her gaze across the others, lingering on Ashley. The plump girl shied away, pale cheeks reddening. Gretchen grimaced at the retort, then caught the glance between the two.
"Still trying to get into Ashley's panties?" Gretchen giggled, pulling Mary in tighter, "What girl would want to be with you? Little freak."
"Excuse me," a familiar voice lanced through the gathering. Mary's heart and eyes jumped at the sound of it, her gaze flashing to Carmen. The honour student ignored them, vision aimed ahead. Dakota copied her, remaining silent despite the glare affixed to her face. Ashley and Zoey stepped out of the way, while everyone watched them go.
"You think the dykes will take you?" Gretchen snarled, curling her lip at the two, "Hate to break it to you... actually, I love it, but they'll never accept you. No one will. I'll see to it."
Mary opened her mouth and inhaled. Insults thundered across her thoughts like racehorses, drowning out everything, until they vanished and were replaced by Gretchen's face. Every facet of her visage consumed the blonde's mind, the crevices in her lips, how they curled in a cruel sneer, and the way her eyes flickered with hatred. Then it was gone, consumed by another, equally hateful face. And just as familiar.
She snapped her eyes shut and shook her head. Mary jerked away from Gretchen and hurried toward her class, gritting her teeth against the insults that followed her. They hung on her shoulders like loyal pets, perched there and chittering in her ears. She planted herself at the furthermost corner of the room, away from everyone's sight. It was just like middle-school all over again.
Few people even spared a glance in her direction. Her name hovered about the room, passing from one set of lips to another in hushed murmurs. She knew what they were talking about, though. 'Was it true, did she really have a cock, you find out, no you do it...' No one wanted to approach her. Not when Gretchen's eyes and ears were everywhere. Exactly like middle-school, Mary thought.
After the lunch bell rang, and everyone filed out into the halls, Gretchen's hawk-like gaze found her in seconds. It didn't take long before the flying insults cajoled others into the humiliation, every girl around her joining in to avoid Gretchen's ire, though many were all too happy to add their voices. She faintly recognised several races as they crowded around her.
Mary pushed through the throngs of students. Their mouths spat at her, calling her every name that she had thrown at them over the years. She remained stoic, however, unwilling to give them the satisfaction that they craved.
"Oh god, look at those things!" One snickered, hand poking into the firm implant of Mary's breast.
"She fucking likes it," another joined her, flicking a finger against a nipple, still firm from the cold. Mary clenched her jaw and pressed harder, eyes zeroing in on the bathrooms. A third hand slapped against her ass, earning a sharp yelp from the blonde, and sank its fingers into her cheek. The nails sent a flash of pain through her. Mary bit her lip to restrain a moan, though it was harder to keep her thighs together as her cock swelled against them. Fortunately, the bathroom finally came within reach.
As did her crotch to a fourth hand. It lashed out in front of her, too low to get her breasts. She froze in place. Her lips parted in a soundless gasp as a stranger's fingers dug into her shorts, fondling the bulge of her testes and freeing her hidden shaft from the tight grip of her thighs. Mary slapped the hand away and charged into the restroom.
"Get out!" She shrieked at the occupants. Mary instantly made a beeline for the nearest stall, hands tugging at her clothes. Once inside, she stripped in a familiar pattern and sat atop the toilet. She set her elbows against her knees and let her head fall forward. Swelling with desire, her cock twitched as it rose above her thighs to almost meet the curve of her breast. Mary didn't touch it.
The thing was huge now. If she didn't know better, she would have thought it was growing right in front of her as if feeding off her unquenchable lust. As her member grew, so too did her libido. She was insatiable before, always hankering for her next boytoy. Now her cock demanded double that. Always on the cusp of her thoughts, no matter the situation.
