Wishes Gone Wrong - Slut High Pt. 01

"I'm coming!" I cried. Fuck, why had that come out so sexual?

Bag in hand, I ventured downstairs, my hips swaying as my skirt swished over my long slender legs. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, steps away from the kitchen. I took a deep breath. Okay, I could do this. It was just mom.

"Good morning sweetheart." she grinned. "Everything okay? You're going to be late if you don't hurry up and eat."

I froze. I could only barely identify the woman standing in front of me, shining like the morning sun, as my mother. Gone was the frumpy old woman I'd known my whole life. This version of her looked ten years younger and like she taught hot yoga. This version of her had full, luscious breasts that defied gravity and an ass that didn't quit. This glowing creature was every inch as staggeringly hot as I was, if not more so.

And it was more than just her body, it was her face, her attitude. It was like all the worry and stress that mom had struggled with her whole life had melted away. She carried herself with a smile and sense of contentment I'd never known in the woman. She was beautiful, and in that beauty I could see echoes of the girl I'd seen in the mirror. It made some sense that mom had been affected to, girl-me needed to have gotten it from somewhere I guess, right?

I picked my jaw up from off the floor and nodded non-committedly as I sat down and spooned some eggs into my mouth. I trying desperately not to gawk at the way her braless tits bounced and swayed beneath her loosely tied housecoat. I could feel a lewd familiar warmth building up inside me. God, what I wouldn't give to get my hands on those-

No. Shit. I focused hard on my eggs. I didn't care how hot she was, this was my mother.

"Sorry I was out so late last night," she beamed, "but the date went well."

"Oh, good." I mumbled, avoiding meeting her gaze.

"Oh sweetheart, he was such a gentleman. So handsome. So sophisticated. I think you'd like him. Wine, dancing, romance." She sighed dreamily. "Then he took me back to his place and fucked my slutty little pussy raw."

"Mom!" I choked.

"Oh my god, Jamie, he had the biggest, thickest dick. And such stamina! Normally guys with technique like that can only go one round but he kept me going again and again. I thought it was all over when I tit fucked him and he came all over my fat sloppy jugs, but then he pinned me down and turned me over and pounded his hot throbbing rod into my hungry cunt for, like, hours.

"Mom!"

"And, oh, sweetheart, don't even get me started on the way he filled up every inch of my ass with that massive tool of his. You know how much I love a good rough ass fucking, especially when he's got the girth to make it count, but by the end of the night I couldn't even walk he'd pumped so many hot thick loads into me. I think I'm in love."

"Mom! Stop!"

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"Mom, I don't want to hear that!"

"Why not? Normally you're dying for all the juicy details." she laughed, "If he's going to be dating my mom, he's got to fuck good, isn't that what you said? Remember that one time you insisted I set you up with my date first so you could be sure he met your standards?"

"I just..." I squirmed and rolled my hips. The pornographic vision of my sex-bomb mother getting pounded by some mysterious hunk's enormous throbbing dick echoed through my brain. I should have been disgusted and yet... "I- I just don't want to hear it."

"Aw," she said, pressing her hot soft body against mine in a big hug. "Is someone a little jealous? I'm sorry baby. You know you'll always be number one in my heart, no matter how good of a fuck he is."

I blinked in surprise. Mom and I had never been very intimate. This sort of talk was unheard of and hugging was right out. Hell, this was probably more than we'd talked in ages. Was this because I was a girl? Or was this just the life I've been dropped in? Would I have had a better relationship with her if I'd have been born female? She wasn't normally so... sexual, either. Was it just something she hid from me? Was this a failure on my part, as a son - as a man - to notice?

"I'll tell you what, what's say you and I spend some mother-daughter time tonight? We can go pick up some cute boys? Or maybe just have a girl's night in, just the two of us?"

I could feel her nipples stiffening on my back as she squeezed all the harder.

"I- I have to go." I said, extracting myself. "I'm going to be late."

I couldn't deal with this right now. I grabbed my backpack and started heading for the door.

"Wait, you're not going to school wearing that are you?" the familiar sternness of her tone was almost reassuring.

"I... yes?" I put a hand on my hip, "What's wrong with this?"

"Honey, I understand you want to dress like your own person, but is that really appropriate? It doesn't really fit the dress code, does it? Besides, what would happen if some boy caught a glimpse of you dressed like that? He'd get entirely the wrong idea."

Great. I hadn't even considered that. I squirmed a little at the thought of some cute guy's dick getting hard as he snuck peaks at my tightly clad body.

"'Yeah, well," I shrugged. "it's the most modest thing I could find."

I leaned down and opened the shoe closet. It was full of strappy high-heels and stiletto boots. There wasn't a single flat in here. Was I going to be able to walk in these? I growled in frustration as I grabbed a pair of sporty black two-inch pumps - the smallest I could find - and did up the strap, then took an exploratory step. Somehow, I seemed to be sure footed.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" Mom took a sip of her coffee as I shifted my weight back and forth experimentally.

"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine. I just... I guess I didn't sleep too well." I opened the door. "I'll see you after you get home from work."

"Not so fast, young lady."

I froze, then flinched as Mum strode sternly towards me. She managed to loom over me despite the advantage I had to height. Mom had always been good at that. Shit. Had she figured me out? Had she realized that I was just perverted imposter piloting around her precious daughter's body?

"You weren't going to leave without giving your mother a kiss goodbye, were you?" she put a tender hand on my cheek.

I flushed. I guess girl-me had a much more intimate relationship with mom than I'd even realized.

I leaned down to give her a peck on the cheek, but she caught my head and moved it so we were lip to lip. I almost jumped as I felt her warm tongue slip inside. I was on fire.

I pulled away in shock. A much more intimate relationship indeed.

"I've got to go!" I said, trying to hide the yearning in my voice as I rushed for the door, giving only one last turn to look at my puzzled vixen of a mother. "I'll see you later tonight!"

I practically slammed the door behind me. I was panting. What the hell had just happened? Why had... fuck, why had it been so hot? The more I thought about it the more I wanted to feel that tongue again, to lick those trembling lips and to... to... no. no. That was my mother, for god's sake.

All I could think of as I set off for school was how hot my body felt. It felt like I'd stepped on a live wire. My heart was pounding in my chest and my skin was aflame. I tried to control my breathing, tried to calm myself down, but it was no good. There was a fire roaring inside of me demanding to be fed. I wriggled my hips in frustration.

It probably didn't help that my stiff sensitive nipples, rubbing up against the rough fabric of my tight sweater, had begun to bombard me with sparks of electric pleasure and arousal as my errant melons bounced and jiggled with each click of my heels. Shit, was this why girls wore bras? In my haste and inexperience, I hadn't put one on.

As if that wasn't enough, my silky black thong, which barely covered my warm welcoming pussy to begin with, was in constant danger of exposure. I thought I'd been smart when I'd chosen this skirt, but it was so light that the slightest breeze was enough to send it flapping up around my waist. I had to keep tugging the damn thing down to keep from flashing the whole world.

With everything that was going on, I was half way to school before I realized that I was walking funny. My hips seemed to swing with every step I took, and I couldn't help but thrust out my chest and ass as proudly as they'd go. This wasn't a gait; it was a strut.

I stopped and looked down at my body. Why was I moving like this? I tried to walk normally, but not only did big full steps and swinging shoulders just feel so incredibly awkward, but it kept throwing my tits out of whack too.

I tried to run, partially to make up for lost time and partially to just stop myself from walking like I was the main attraction at the local strip club, but it turned into a delicate mincing thing as I held up my arms bent daintily at either side.

I remember thinking, as I rounded that last corner, that somehow I had made decent time, that if I was lucky, I could get to my locker and to homeroom before first bell. Then the school came into view and I stopped dead in my tracks.

Girls. Hot, sexy, fuckable girls.

Never in all my years as a teenage boy did I ever even fantasize of anything so glorious as the sight before me. Boobs, butts, legs, and midriffs: a sea of hot flesh on display. If it wasn't for my female body, I'd swear I'd have died and went to heaven. Surely that would explain the presence of the angels loitering upon the schoolgrounds.

These weren't just any girls, either. Not only was the least of these creatures hotter than any girl normally in attendance, but their every movement and posture screamed sex so loudly it was hard to believe it wasn't all a careful performance for an unseen camera. This wasn't a high school; this was a porn parody of a high school.

Then it hit me. Of course. This had been my wish, hadn't it? I'd worried I'd fucked something up somehow, that I'd be the only girl or some other monkey's paw shit, but no, all of these girls traipsing around like the sluts they now were were the result of my wish! Sure, I was a girl too, but, but this meant it had come true. I grinned. I was going to get laid!

I couldn't help but laugh as I passed through the gates. What had once been East-City Secondary School was now The Coxwell Academy for Salacious Girls.

Everywhere I looked the halls were filled with the most seductive vivacious girls I'd ever seen. There wasn't a guy in sight, though that did little to prevent these girls from showing off their hot young bodies whenever and however they could. I had thought myself scandalously dressed, but I had nothing on these nymphs.

Most of them were rushing around on their way to class, their tight skirts and low-cut tops making an advertisement of the nubile flesh beneath. Two of them though, to my shock and delight, had paired up and were taking advantage of the last few moments before class started to engage in a long heavy make out session, their bodies crushing together, hand gripping hand as they rubbed and pushed their thinly covered breasts into each other. This wasn't the tender affectionate kiss of lovers, no, this was needy and passionate as their tongues flashed between breathless whimpers.

Other girls had stopped to admire the show, their expressions ranging from jealousy to lust. I squirmed a little. I could feel the fire inside me flaring higher as I bit my lip. I wanted so badly to stay and watch, but I had a locker to get to.

I was running up the stairs when I noticed that several of the girls I was passing seemed to be sneaking glances in my direction. I blushed and slowed down, thinking maybe they had realized that I wasn't one of them, that I was a wolf in sheep's clothing, but then I realized they were just staring at my braless breasts bouncing freely beneath my sweater. Honestly, who could blame them? Its not like I wasn't stealing eyefuls myself.

There was something different about the school though beyond just the sheer fuckability of its student body. The place had always been sort of run down and shabby, but now it seemed nicer, cleaner, better maintained. Somehow it even seemed better lit, as though the lighting was always just right to show off the assets of those inside.

"Jamie!" I had no sooner arrived at my locker than a voice rang out. I turned to look just in time to see a short girl with a pink streak of hair leaping towards me. I teetered over in my heels and twirled as I caught her. She smiled flirtatiously and jumped up to wrap her legs around my hips. I opened my mouth to let out a confused protest, but before I could get a word in, she leaned in and shoved her tongue down my throat.

I stumbled back further in surprise, falling on my locker for support as the girl's hot perfumed flesh pressed into mine. Who the hell was this? Did girl-me have a girlfriend? Or had... had... fuck, it was so hard to think with her perky tits squishing against my sensitive chest as she rolled her hips. It was all I could focus on to suck gently on her cherry-sweet tongue. I moaned in need as she stoked the already blazing fire of passion within me.

Finally, we pulled apart, gasping raggedly for breath. It wasn't enough. I needed more.

"Oh my god, Jayjay," she laughed, looking down at my sweater then giving me another quick sweet kiss, "what the hell are you wearing?"

"Huh?" I followed her gaze down towards my boob window in confusion. "What's wrong with this?"

"Nothing!" she said, "If you're an old lady. You'd better change before Ms. Jennings finds you. You know how she feels about the dress code."

My head was still swimming as she unentangled her legs from my hip and slid off me. The sweet scent of her hair still lingered in my nose.

I could get a good look at her now. A breathtaking spray of freckles caused her sky-blue eyes to sparkle as she smiled impishly. The perky breasts that I'd felt grinding upon my own sat beneath a top so tight I could make out every gradient of her trim athletic body. Despite all that though it was her ass, plainly visible by the ultra-tight short shorts that she wore, that stood out. Here was an ass that did squats.

"Hey sorry for running off like that on the way home yesterday. It was bad of me, I know. But, well, you seemed to have those guys well in hand." she giggled.

"Wait," I said, as all the pieces started to fall into place, "Jean?"

"Uh, yeah?" she raised an eyebrow. "Hey are you feeling alright? Normally you're the one with your tongue down my throat when we kiss."

Oh my god. The wish hadn't filled the school with slutty girls, it had transformed everyone in it into one, including the guys. And I was the only one who realized. My stomach lurched as I looked around at the thinning crowd of bombshell sexpots. Any one of them - hell, half of them - could have been guys just the day before.

"I... I'm fine." I lied. "I just -"

The bell rang.

"Shit." she said. "I've got to get to homeroom. I'll see you first period!"

"Wait!" I cried, but it was lost in the shuffle of hot bodies as everyone made for class. All I could see was the seductive wiggle of her retreating hips, not diminished in the slightest by her haste.

Before I knew it, the hallways had all cleared out, leaving me alone. Fuck, I didn't have time for this. I rushed to get my locker open and my books ready, then ran off for class as fast as my bouncing tits would allow.

"Jamie Thompson!" boomed a familiar voice.

Oh shit. Ms. Jennings.

"What on god's green earth are you wearing, young lady?"

Oh, for fuck's sake.

I turned around, some bullshit excuse building on my lips, but it died the second I laid eyes on her. Though her voice was the same, the woman who was storming through the halls towards me was decidedly not the fifty-seven-year-old vice-principal I had endured my entire high-school career. No, while the stern expression on her face was unmistakable, this sinfully hot woman was young enough to be that woman's daughter.

I swallowed hard as I failed to keep my gaze from shifting lower. Her tight white blouse would have been immodest enough even if she hadn't worn it with enough cleavage to plainly display the lingerie that clad the prodigious curves of the body beneath. It was black, perfectly matching the side-slit pencil skirt and the heavy rims of her glasses.

"Ms. Jennings I can explain!" I said.

"We have a dress code." she punctuated each word with enough righteous fury to send me stepping back. The only other time I'd ever seen her so angry was when Jean and I had been caught trying to sneak into the girl's locker room of the private school down the street.

"The length of skirts, shorts and dresses must not extend below the student's fingertips when the student's arms are extended at her sides!" she quoted, as though reading off the dress code from memory, "No shoes may be worn without a heel of three inches or more!" she pointed a finger down at my shapely ankles then rose it to the bottom of my sweater. "All parts of a student's navel must be fully exposed!" Her finger traced upwards as she continued, "Tops that cover a prodigious amount of cleavage or skin on the chest or arm are prohibited! "

"I... what?"

"This is completely unacceptable!" she jabbed a finger at my sweater-covered tits. I gasped in surprise. "You are in big trouble, missy."

Grabbing me by the proverbial collar, she pulled me into her office. It was relatively small, but her presence there made it seem as intimidating as any. She sat me in a chair small enough that even she could loom over me. Like mom, she'd always been very good at that.

"Ms. Thompson, I don't know what could possibly have possessed you to think you could parade through my school dressed like some kind of sexless prude, but I can assure you that you may not. Do you know what I think?"

"W-what?"

"I think you've been a naughty, naughty girl." the words oozed with stern seduction. "I think you've earned yourself a spanking, don't you agree?"

I couldn't help but laugh. This was like something straight out of a bad porno.

"Is something funny young lady?" she raised an eyebrow.

"You're not... you're not serious, are you? A spanking?"

The next thing I knew she had me bent over the table, my skirt flipped up and my flimsy thong pulled to the side. My pulse quickened. I tried to resist but her grip was firm and unyielding and my female form just didn't have the strength or mass to resist the woman's discipline.

"Count!"

"Huh?"

Whack!

I cried out. My low sultry voice revealing that somewhere between the surprise and the pain was a sharp spark of hot carnal pleasure. I was burning red with humiliation and arousal. Of fucking course. Why wouldn't this sexed up girly version of me get turned on from something like this?

"I said count!"

Whack!

I cried out again, this time there was less surprise to mask my obvious lust. I mewled as I counted, one burning flash of desire building off the next. Soon I'd lost track of myself altogether and there was only the boiling kettle of my passion as it crested higher and higher, closer and closer to a boil. As she neared thirty my hips seemed to wiggle on their own, begging for more, begging to be taken over that edge.

And then she stopped.

I whined as the blood within me pumped hot through my jiggling flesh, teetering so close to release and yet so ultimately denied.

"I trust you've learned your lesson, young lady. Here at Coxwell Academy, we have standards."

I bit my tongue, afraid to speak, lest, in my horny state, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from provoking further tender ministrations. Instead I nodded feebly.

"Good. Now, strip."

"W-what?" I managed to blush harder.