<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Emmaq8.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Emma Q<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth, Kim (noticing Samantha)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room → Class<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Wow!<br/><br/>Having a girlcock was awesome!<br/><br/>Emma had been posing at her mirror as soon as she'd woke up to a peculiar new tentpole that morning. There was a sense that maybe this thing had been owed to her, but not where it had come from. Her mother had warned her before she'd joined the academy that if she didn't stop lusting after girls, she would sprout a cock, but she'd never taken that seriously until now. It suited her perfectly, and now she was well late for class, a pile of briefly worn outfits heaped on her floor as she played dress-up around it and marveled at how it transformed her wardrobe. How did one accessorize these things? Were rings involved? Vajazzle?<br/><br/>Despite a lousy and transparent attempt to text in sick, the teacher had texted her back on no uncertain terms that if she skipped one more day, she would be off the yearbook project. Emma had to attend, and so the very last outfit she tried on was her class uniform. Bo-ring.<br/><br/>The sleeves of her uniform shirt hugged custom tailored to her willowy arms with barely a crease, almost a second skin before the starched crispness of her cuffs. The vest needed to be worn over just to lend her perky breasts some sense of being covered. Thigh-high stockings left a stripe of bare skin for the eye to hone in on, and her spirited toes slid home into regulation Mary Janes- not too much of a heel. It was as she collected her books that she realized the hammock of her panties was not really sufficient. It only proved a guide rail for her new cock, and the thing kept slipping out to tent the pleats of her skirt. Her solution, resourceful young woman that she was, became to slip on a second pair of panties like a harness of crisscrossing lace bands. The tip still wanted to wander, so she anchored it to her mound with a bit of office tape. There!<br/><br/>But even when it was hidden, it was present in her mind. The walk to class was completely antisocial and lost in daydreams as she darted from cover to cover through the rain. Kimberly, changing in the locker room with her gym shorts around her knees, for once in a position of vulnerability. Samantha, princess in distress, giving up the booty as reward for being saved from international terrorists. That shoot she kept meaning to take of Elizabeth's extracurriculars, ending with Ms. Jitsu pinned to the mat and a breathless exploration of her throat. Alex, blindfolded and mistaking Emma for a boy, nibbling the purple head with those pouty lips. Felicity's eyes glued to the screen, chirping into her Teamspeak as Emma took her over the couch. Addy face-down in the pillows and put in her place with a hard anal pounding. Inside the boxes with Miyoko, fucking right there in class with no one the wiser. None of them were very unusual fantasies for Emma, except that instead of collared and on her knees,<em>she </em>was the one in control.<br/><br/>Everything would be different, from now on. Now Emma had the power. Yeah! Every girl in this whole school would be fawning over her, wanting to be her best friend, bringing her toffee cakes. Her daydreaming paused as she found herself at the threshold of the classroom, twenty minutes late, greeted by at least one withering stare. Deep breath. "Nobody kiss me. I've got, like, super cooties today. Supercooties bug. Way contagious." No matter what she said, it would still be a walk of shame to her seat on the far side of Elizabeth from Kim, the third to their group activity threesome. She hit the seat hard enough to feel her soreness.<em>Ow. </em><br/><br/>It sure wasn't helping her focus to see Kim and Samantha already at the inappropriate touch stage of the morning. "What'd I miss?"