Authors Note
Note that there are a few music lyrics embedded in the story. Hopefully that is still clear if the formatting does not transfer from Word.
Day 4
Shannon woke up after a long night of tossing and turning. Her brother's hand was curled around yet another morning hardon. "Really, you didn't get enough last night?" She admonished it. She got up quickly and stormed into Sean's bedroom.
"How do you live with this thing?" she asked loudly.
Sean rolled over sleepily to find his own penis nearly poking him in the face. His half-asleep instinct was to stroke it, so he reached out and laid his soft hand on the rampant bulge. He had rubbed it gently for 3 or 4 seconds before he awoke fully to find Shannon staring down at him, confused and now mentally as well as physically horny. She was looking at her own face near her brother's penis and hoping for them to get even closer together before she became shocked at what she was thinking.
"Why did you do that?" she asked.
"Huh, woops!" He let go quickly. "Sorry, habit. It is my penis, after all."
Shannon retreated to the bathroom, where it took 5 minutes before her uncooperative dick would soften enough to pee. Her mind kept flashing back to disturbing longings that did not help matters.
Sean put on the dress Shannon had picked out for him, buttoning up the front over a dark blue underwear and bra set. "No stockings today, thank God," he thought. The dress was shorter than yesterday but not like the 3rd date dress, so he thought he could manage it.
The phone rang. Sean picked it up, "Hi Mom."
"Shannon, sweetie, how are you?"
"I'm great, actually. How are you two doing?"
"We're fine, the weather is terrific here. Your dad has a wicked sunburn. How is school?"
"It's going fine. I think I caused a riot yesterday, though."
"Really, how?"
"I let my hair down."
His mom laughed. "What did Misty say?"
"She propositioned me, of course." They both laughed.
"Well, I'm glad to hear you're having fun. Not too much fun, I hope. No wild orgies?"
"Maybe a couple."
"Tell Sean I said hi. Love you!"
"Love you, too."
On the way to school, Shannon reminded Sean that she was heading to Erica's house afterwards.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he joked. Since he had been told by Misty about the blogging and that his reputation had improved a bit in rank, he had been torn between telling Shannon about the blogging and letting her continue to fool his girlfriend a bit longer.
Shannon gave him a withering look. "I have already done enough to get you out of the sex cellar. I'd rather not do anything else if I can help it."
"You have to at least give her a good kiss, otherwise she may decide your other kisses were a fluke."
"Fine, one good kiss, I'll just close my eyes and pretend she is Adam. Speaking of whom, how was the date?"
"It went pretty well. I didn't barf on him or anything."
"Thank God for small favors. He seemed to like the outfit. Did you talk to him at all? Did he try to get physical? I need details."
"We talked about music and stuff. He took me to his uncle's house for a picnic, had it all planned out. There is a butterfly enclosure there, it's pretty neat. He must really like you to go to that amount of effort." Sean hoped to distract her away from the question about how physical the date had gotten. He still couldn't believe how far it went, and there was no way he could explain it to her.
"I just wish I was the one dressed up and enjoying the attention." Shannon brooded, forgetting to press him for further details.
Sean and Shannon had been doing all right in each other's classes when homework was the only consideration. Unfortunately Sean finally got hit with a pop quiz in Calculus, which he had not yet taken. He failed miserably, and knew Shannon would be furious. If the switch continued much longer, the portion of her grades based on quizzes and tests would plummet.
During free period, Sean found himself thinking about Shannon's prodigious talent and fitness level, and whether she could channel it towards school while still looking for an instructor of the right caliber. He walked into the empty auditorium and imagined Shannon up there dancing, with the whole school applauding afterwards. Unfortunately, without switching back, all Sean could do consciously was singular moves like pirouettes and plies and such. Someone would need to tell his body how to link things together as art. They really need to figure this switch out soon, he thought.
He walked up the stairs and across the stage lightly. Then he did a pirouette that flared his skirt out to reveal the blue panties. "Woops," he thought. He hummed some half-forgotten music from one of his sister's recitals, and his body started to move in a few graceful, well-rehearsed steps. The music helped put a few moves together, and he now wondered whether playing it for real would allow him to recreate a whole performance. He tried to remember more of the song, but just a few bars here and there were all he could recall. As he moved haltingly around the stage, his long legs and short skirt showed well-defined muscle in calves and thighs.
Kristen watched from the shadows of the stage, mesmerized by the redhead. She was missing a class but did not care. The ugly duckling was gone, and this beautiful dancer had her hooked. Kristen had never felt such longing for any male, instead everyone had always wanted her, chased her, obsessed over her. She had waited impatiently for Shannon to seek her out after their encounter, but nothing had happened. Instead the girl had started dressing up instead of down, unbelievably beautiful to her, as if to twist the knife in her gut. The turnaround was devastating.
She had surreptitiously followed Shannon around for the past two days, sick to her stomach with desire. This morning Kristen had readied herself as carefully as she knew how: trimming her pussy, waxing, skin softener, her most expensive perfume, eyebrows plucked, makeup applied to perfection, hair styled in a perfect French braid, teeth flossed and breath sweet, Victoria's secret angels lingerie with stockings and garter under a wraparound dress that showed her tits to perfection.
When she got to school, every cheerleader she saw had asked what the special occasion was. She made up a story about a photo shoot and possible modeling gig immediately after school.
