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GIRL POX:

FRANTIC FRATHOUSE FIASCO

By Hardcover

It was late one Saturday night at the Beta Theta Kappa fraternity house where I lived, and like always, there was a monster party going on. I had the privilege of being a member of the wildest party frat house on campus and this night was no exception. There was beer and other booze all over the place, noise louder then an airstrip from both music and people, and dancing and all kinds of wild shit going on everywhere. This was where it was at, man, nothing beat a BTK party anywhere. I was drunk like crazy and having a mother fucking blast. There were beer balls and bongs full of shit that could tranquilize a rhino, and everyone was just letting loose. Best party house in America man, I fuck'n mean it.

I was in the middle of it all; up near a stage where our booty shake and wet t-shirt contest was going on. It helped that we had the Row Theta Chi girls here again, although there were plenty of other sorority's represented. The Rows were a new sorority that had sprung up about five months ago, but it had quickly gained a reputation for being the party girl house. Man, all of these chicks were gorgeous and they took off their clothes for any excuse they got. It was like only the hottest, wildest women on campus were allowed to join, and they livened up any party they went to.

I actually heard they did naked cheerleading for the chess club that got them into trouble, but don't quote me on that one, you know the way people talk, right?

So, I'm up near the stage, drunk off my ass right, and there's all these Row girls shaking their stuff and getting sprayed down with water, in nothing but bikini bottoms and tiny white shirts. You could see their nipples under those thin shirts and they wiggled their tits with no shame at all. Pretty soon, they were tearing their shirts off and making out with each other on stage.

I scream and cheered for them. It was so loud I didn't even hear my name called at first.

"Hey, Morgan!" The voice called, "You deaf, ese?"

I turned around and found my friend Santo headed over to me with two beers in his hands. We were both dressed in swim shorts and our frat t-shirts, Santo with a Rays baseball cap on backwards. He came up, handing me one of the beers.

"No, man, I ain't deaf," I said, and then bellowed loudly, "Just distracted by all this fine ass pussy!"

The girls wiggled and shook their stuff at us, their naked tits jiggling and moist with water, sweat and beer. Man, those Row girls were the bomb! It was like every time they got wilder and wilder.

"Oh, mamasita, throw some of that over here." Santo called up at the girls.

"Man, I'm totally fuck'n horny." I complained, "We gotta get us some pussy tonight for sure."

"You have someone in mind?" Santo asked looking around at all the hot female flesh on display.

"I dunno, man, pussy's pussy." I told him, "Long as we don't pick up a shemale by mistake."

"What about a pox girl?" Santo laughed.

"Awe, that's bullshit, man." I chortled.

Girl Pox was this urban legend kinda thing that had been floating around campus for months and months. I figured it was like the alligators in the sewers; just bullshit that got spread around. The story went like this: Some government agency (which government changed depending on the story) had accidently developed a virus that turned guys into cute horny girls instantaneously. The virus then got out. No one knew how it spread, except that it was not air borne or blood borne. Once infected, your body underwent a radical transformation and you began a girl. Not just any girl, you became your dream girl. But that wasn't all: Pox girls were supposedly super fuck'n horny, still basically having a male libido.

Not only that, but pox girls were supposedly immune to all STDs and HIV, didn't get pregnant, and aged incredibly slowly. There was also talk of them giving off some kind of pheromone that made all guys wanna fuck them. Though just being a hot chick usually has that effect. But with pox girls it was supposed to be something different, like you totally couldn't help yourself.

And there was no known cure, supposedly, for the virus.

According to the rumors, Girl Pox cases had sprung up mostly in American and Japan, but reports in Europe and South America had also appeared. So you can see why I dismissed it right away as bunk.

I was looking around myself, when suddenly I spotted something that caught my attention: A girl dancing in the crowd with light blue green hair. Maybe some kind of goth chick? Cool, I love goth pussy. I couldn't see her face, but I could tell she was hot from the shape of her body. She was dressed only in a pair of black bikini bottoms and a black shirt that she'd tied on the side to bare her midriff. She danced wildly and seductively, more like a stripper then anything else.

Santo, being Latin, pretty much knew who all the girls were. I gestured her way and looked at him.

"Who's she?" I asked, "With the blue hair?"

Santo looked where I was pointing and said, "Oh, she's here with the Rows. She's not a member, she's not even a student here, she's some kind of tourist from Japan, runs a comic book store over there or something."

"Awesome, Asian chick are all sluts." I declared, "What's her name?"

Santo shrugged, "I don't know, everyone just calls her One Eye-chan. That or One Eyed Pirate."

"Why the fuck to they call her . . . Woah!" I started wondering but then gasped.

One Eye-chan had turned around and I could now see her face. She was as hot as I had hoped, with those round Japanese features, and yet with bigger tits then you'd expect, hard nipples pressing though her top. But the reason I gasped was because she actually only had one fuck'n eye! Her other eye was covered with a patch, like in some kinda pirate movie. It even had a skull and crossbones logo on it.

Despite that, this chick was fuck'n fine ass spankable hot. I knew right then and there I had to just throw her over a couch and fuck the shit out of her, ya know what I mean? Who cared about her eye, she'd be too drunk to see anyways.

"Come on, let's introduce ourselves." I told Santo, shouting over the noise.

Santo looked a little hesitant, "I dunno, amigo. She looks like she might be a little out of our league."

"Hey, don't start with that shit." I admonished him, "Are you a Mexican, or a Mexican't?"

"I'm Puerto Rican, but I get what you mean." Santo shrugged.

Whatever, same thing.

We pushed our way through the crowd heading for the cute Japanese girl. One Eye was dancing and talking to a big stocky guy from the football team named Colt who hailed form (you guessed it) Texas. Predictably he talked with a heavy drawl, though he didn't wear cowboy boots; said they chafed his ankles or something. But he did have a huge tattoo of the state on his forearm, which was instantly noticeable. My heart sort of dropped. He was good on the field, but he was so much a good 'ol boy that he was like some kind of big cock blocking machine.

"Hey there, little lady, whutz yer name." He said in mid hoedown move.

"I'm One Eye-chan!" She answered, not slowing her bumping and grinding one minute.

She had a definite Japanese accent, but her English was fluent. That Asian twang to her voice was a definite plus. As she danced her tits bounced up and down delightfully, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra or anything under that shirt. I didn't recognize the logo on her shirt, what the heck was Gacha Gacha: The Next Revolution?

"A'hm Colt." Colt introduced himself.

"Well yeehaw." One Eye said joyously.

"The ladies back home call me 'longhorn'" Colt informed her, "Maybe you can guess why?"

At first, her eyes dropped to his crotch, but then her eyes went back up to his face.

"Your nose?" One Eye offered.

"You bet!" Colt laughed, rubbing his sizeable schnoze.

That lame joke was Colt's favorite introduction line. To her credit, One Eye was the first one to figure out what the punch line was. Most everyone else thought he meant his dick. Like I said, huge cock blocking machine.

With due respect to Jeff Foxworthy: If you like that joke, you might be a redneck.

And then, Colt was mercifully distracted by the beer ball and danced off badly in that direction; leaving our fair maiden from the land of the rising sun fair game for us.

I had every reason to be confident; I was actually pretty good looking. I had blonde hair that I brushed back with some moose, large blue eyes that the ladies liked, and a face with really good skin that seemed to defy acne. Since I was on the track team I was in pretty good shape, all tone and buffed, but I wasn't like some kind of steroid pumping jock off with huge pecks and a limp dick if you know what I mean. I'd scored a lot of pussy, and I was pretty sure this one would get a notch on my bedpost.

It worked doubly well with Santos with me, because bitches really dug that Latin charm. He had a long, lean face, black brushed back hair, and muscular build that made people think of Rio right away. It was all in the smooth delivery, and the amount of booze she'd put away. Girls even seemed to think that gay looking rose tattoo he had on his shoulder was sexy, if you can believe that.

We walked up to her, and began to turn on the charm.

"Why hello there . . . Woah!" I started.

I was suddenly startled as One Eye pulled off her top and tossed it away, wiggling her body with excitement and jiggling her tits up and down. She tossed her hair and shook her hips this way and that, thrusting her pelvis to the music, clad now only in a pair of thong string bikini bottoms. And wow, she could pull that off just fine.

Weirdly I noticed she had a cell phone in a small pouch tied to one of the strings of her bottoms.

"Let's get naked! Banzai! Banzai! Banzai!" She cried, throwing her hands in the air.

Well, you had to like her enthusiasm.

I tried again, "Why hello there, what's your name?"

She looked at us, as if noticing us for the first time, plainly unconcerned about her nudity, "Kon'nichiwa, I'm One Eyed Pirate. Everyone calls me One Eye-chan for short."

"My names Morgan and this is my friend Santo," I told her.

Santos gave a suave bow, "Buenos Dias, Senorita."

"Pop n' Taco." One Eye said back to him, and then giggled at some kind of private joke; which I later found out was from some old Chevy Chase movie that she liked.

"And we just had to come over here and talk to the hottest girl in the house." I said to her.

"Oh? You mean me?" She smiled coyly at us.

"Would you do us the honor of dancing with us?" Santos asked her, putting out his hand with a bit of a faggoty flourish that drove chicks wild for some reason.

"Naw, I'm tired of dancing." She said, although she didn't seem to actually STOP dancing at all.

I wondered if we were getting the brush off.

I tried a different approach, "Well would you like to join us for drink, if you would be so kind."

"I'm already drunk." She replied.

"Well perhaps . . ." Santos began.

"Why don't you guys take me upstairs and fuck me instead?" She said, wrapping her arms around our shoulders.

Okay, that was easier then I'd thought it would be. At first it took us both a second to register what she'd said. After all, how many times do you just have a girl just come out and say that she wants you to fuck her? Girls are usually all into that subtle shit. But this girl was just off the hook; she hugged us both tight and stepped back, her tits totally bared and her nipples hard and stiff, giving us that naughty 'come fuck me look'. It was definitely time to use this slut as a cum catcher.

Finally I said, "Now that's what I'm talking about."

I bent down at the knees and wrapped my arms around One Eye's waist. Rising up, I lifted the small Asian girl off the floor and threw her over my shoulders like a sack of potatoes. She yelped in surprise but then let out a string of amused playful giggles as I carried her through the crowd and to the stairs. People cheered us on as I carried our conquest like a hunting prize.

As we passed a table, One Eye reached out and grabbed a bottle of JD, taking it with her as we made our way. So much for 'I'm already drunk'.

We passed one of the other Row girls, and brunette named Sherrie, who waved at One Eye as we came by.

"Hey, get some for me, slut!" She called gleefully.

"You bet I will, whore!" One Eye called back to her.

I took it that Sherrie was the friend who had invited our little pop tart here all the way from Japan.

We took her up the stairs and into our room which was down a ways from the stairway looking out over the back of the frat house. Santos opened the door and I carried our little vixen right in, throwing her off my shoulder and depositing her on the bed. She laughed drunkenly, bouncing a couple of times on the mattress before sitting up on her elbows, her eye practically glowing with anticipation. She took a swig of the bottle and then put it on the stand next to the bed, returning to her previous position. Her ample naked breasts hung from her chest delightfully as she licked her lips, taking in the two of us.

She spread her legs wide, giving us a fine view of the camel toe under her bikini bottoms. She smiled seductively, raising her eyebrows up and down. My dick was already hard just looking at this hot slut, pressing against my shorts.

Her eyebrows raising, One Eye slurred, "What would you like to do first?"

"How'd you like to suck my dick?" I asked, rubbing the bulge in my pants.

Santo stepped forward, "Oh no, no, no, ese. A flower like this must be gently opened."

Turning on that suave Latin charm, Santo sat down on the bed next to her, sliding an arm around her shoulders.

"May I kiss you, beautiful One Eye?" He asked her.

"Now we're talking." One Eye grinned and leaned over.

They kissed, moving their lips on each other, eyes closed. Santo ran his hand over her breast gently, lightly playing with the nipple. Soon, I sat down on the other side of her. She broke the kiss with Santo and moved over to me, letting me kiss her deeply. Before I did it myself, I felt her tongue slide into my mouth. We kissed deeply letting out tongues explore each other.

Santo had moved his head down to her tit and gave her nipple a little lick, causing her body to shiver a little. He then took it between his lips and began to suck her nipple gently, suckling her with relish. I moved from her mouth, moving down and kissing her neck as I kissed my way down her body to her other breast. We both suckled her while she moaned and moved her head, enjoying what we did to her.

She enjoyed that a bit before pushing our heads up and giving each of us as small kiss on the lips.

"Lemme see those big American cocks of yours." She cooed.

Something about hearing that in a Japanese accent was just too sexy. We got up and undid our pants, dropping them to our ankles and stepping out of them, displaying our hard dicks to her. She grinned happily, her chest rising and falling with arousal as she looked at us. She reached up and took each one in hand, moving her hands back and forth and masturbating us, jacking us off with glee.

"Ah, subarashii!" She sighed, "Just what One Eye needed."

She leaned over, picking Santo first, and slipped his dick right into her mouth. She began to suck him expertly, moving up and down on his dick and licking his balls. Soon it was my turn, and she swallowed my cock almost all the way, sucking me off in ways that made me groan loudly. It was true what they said about Asian whores, they all knew how to suck dick. She moved back and forth between the two of us, sucking us in turn and jacking off our cocks.

This was a girl who really loved cock.

As she sucked us, we ran out hands through her funky blue hair and over her body, noticing the tattoo on her shoulder. What in the world was the SDF-Macross? Who cared, she was slurping on our dicks with a relish I'd hardly ever seen, bobbing her head like a circus seal. And she was good too, knowing just how to suck us, licking up and down the shaft of my cock and gently sucking my balls into her mouth.

"Man, these slanty eyed gooks sure know how to suck it." I moaned, and then added, "Ouch!"

Because One Eye had smacked my ass; guess I'm lucky she didn't bite me.

She stopped sucking us and leaned back on her elbows again. We both wiggled out of the last of our clothes and then got down on the bed, kissing her in turn, and then reaching down and untying her bikini bottoms. We slipped them off her, stripping her naked and revealing her pussy, which was neatly shaved but for a Mohawk of bush over her clit. She was sparklingly wet; her vagina drenched in her fluids and her clit was already swollen with arousal. A bit distracting was a tattoo of something called Mobile Suit Gundam on her inner thigh . . . what was it with the fuck'n japs and their robots?

Moving down, Santo pushed her legs open wide, letting us see all of her pussy. She blushed a little but offered no resistance. She slipped hand between her legs and spread her pussy lips for us, teasing her own lips with her fingers.

She grinned, "You guys like One Eye's chitsu?"

I assumed she meant her pussy, since that's what she was showing us. We nodded enthusiastically; most likely looking like a couple of dorks.

"Why don't you have a taste?" She beckoned at us with her finger.

Stroking his dick with one hand, Santo got down and kissed One Eye's belly, moving down and then settling between her legs. Her kissed and licked at her pussy, eating her out and slipping his fingers into her moist slit. She gasped and moaned, rolling her head and licking her lips with joy.

"Oh, subarashii, that's it." She moaned; her eyes closed.

"Maravilloso! Her pussy tastes so nice." Santo groaned between licks.

What the fuck, was everyone going to start speaking another language now? Not wanting that wonderful mouth to go to waste talking, I moved over to her on my knees and slipped my cock into her mouth. She began to suck it immediately, taking it all the way into her mouth, slurping on it like a little whore. I ran my hands through her hair, looking down at her as she sucked me, her one eye looking up to mine, the other covered by that freaky pirate patch. I wondered if she'd let me fuck her in that empty eye socket but then dismissed it when I realized that it was a really fucked up thought.

We switched positions, Santo getting down on the bed while One Eye got on all fours and started sucking his cock. Moving in behind her, I began to lick her pussy from behind, spreading her lips and shoving my tongue into her. She was flowing with juices as I sucked and tongued her clit, letting my fingers slip into her. She felt surprisingly tight for someone as obviously well traveled.

Not being able to take anymore, I didn't bother asking permission; I just got up behind her and shoved my cock into her slit. It surprised her as she gurgled a little with her mouth full of Santo's dick.

"Hey, ese, don't make her bite my dick off, alright?" Santo complained.

"Ah! Watashi no naka ni oku!" One Eye cried some jap nonsense as she rocked back and forth.

I started fucking her hard, thrusting my cock in her rapidly. She rocked back and forth, her tits flopping up and back as I drilled her, her cries filling the room so loudly that everyone outside probably knew what she was up to in here. She was a wild one that was for sure. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard, shoving myself in her mercilessly. She twisted her head and then swallowed Santo's dick, her moans muffled by his member.

I moved in and out of her, gripping her tits hard. She yelped in pain, pulled the cock out of her mouth.

"Itai! Ow!" One Eye cried out, "Hey be careful. They don't come off!"

"Awe, am I being too rough?" I joked, "Too bad, you took us up here."

One Eye muttererd, "Agur? yotte. Just for that, I'm switching cocks."

She pushed me back, irritated, and crawled up over Santo, gripping his dick with her hand she settled down on him, sliding her cock into her pussy and starting to ride him. He gripped her hips and thrust up into her, running his hands up and down her sides. She moaned and giggled as she bounced up and down, her breast jiggling along with her. From where I was I could see his dick going up into her snatch, her fluids dripping all over him.

But I was angry, mad at the way she had shoved me aside. Prissy little bitch was afraid of little pain? She was the one who came up here with us; she had no one to blame but herself. I decided to fix her for that.

I reached over and with a quick move; I slipped a finger up her ass, "Looks like this one needs filling too."

I moved my fingers in and out, slipping a second one up her asshole as she moved on top of my friend. She looked over her shoulder at me, an appropriately slutty gleam in her eye. A naughty smile was on her face.

"Sure it does but be gent . . . itai!" She started.

Without listening to her, I shoved my cock right up her ass, causing her convulse and shriek. I pushed my cock deeper and deeper in to her

"Hey! Hey! Be careful! Go slow!" One Eye yelped.

But I started fucking her as hard as I could, shoving my cock in and out of her ass. One Eye shrieked and thrashed her head rapidly as I plunged deep into her. I moved my dick deep into her ass, shoving hard and panting and grunting with exertion. This would show her who was boss. I drilled her ass hard and mercilessly.

"Woah, Morgan!" Santos worried, "Don't hurt her so much."

"She's tough, she can take it." I insisted, "Torpedoes away."

"You alright, Baby?" Santos asked her.

Wiping away a bit of a tear, One Eye grinned at him, "I'm fine, I just wasn't expecting it. Oh! Yeah, two cocks in my holes is the boom."

"I think you mean the bomb." I laughed.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for One Eyes yelps of pain to turn into squeals of pleasure and soon enough she was moaning and wailing and filling the room with the sounds of pleasure. We both double penetrated her, fucking both her holes hard and making her squeal with joy. She obviously loved being between two men, and we were giving her exactly what she needed. It was true what they said about Asian bitches, they did want to please their men.

And One Eye was just off the hook: I'd never seen a girl that responsive. By the time me and Santos were about ready to blow out loads, she had already come three times, each one bigger then the last. Her eyes rolled back in her head like a reject from The Exorcist and her whole body convulsed as she reached orgasm; a sure sign of a woman who really loves sex.

When we were finally about ready, we both stood up and One Eye got down on her knees in front of us. She began to suck us off, slurping on our cocks the same way she had before. Looking down at her, naked on her knees, looking up at us with her one good eye, I suddenly got a really perverted idea.

"Hey, One Eye," I asked her, "Can I fuck your eye socket?"

Hey, I was drunk, what do you want from me?

"Dude, what the fuck?" Santos looked at me, aghast.

One Eye raised her eyebrows at me, "You're actually not the first guy to ask me that."

"Well can I?" I asked hopefully.

She shook her head, "I don't think so. Why would I want you to cum on my brain? And you could go too far and end up lobotomizing me, no way."

Well it was worth a shot; at least I thought so at the time.

We both came in her mouth, and One Eye lapped it all us, sucking down our cum and swallowing it in ways most American girls never did. She lapped up every drop of out spunk with a relish that you couldn't believe, licking and sucking our cocks until every single moment of orgasm was prolonged. Good god, this chick could suck cock.

No sooner had we finished then she popped up on her feet stretching her arms in the air, a satisfied look on her face.

"Oh, that was just what One Eye needed." She declared, "Arigato, guys. I'm gonna go back to the party."

That surprised us,

"Just like that?" Santo asked her.

"The nights still young, I wanna get out there and dance some more." She jumped up and down, making her boobs jiggle again.

She stopped and grabbed her cell phone where she'd dropped it on the floor. She turned to us, flipping it open.

"Hey, if you guys wanna party some more, I'm gonna be in the States for a while more. You can call me anytime you want to. What's you cell numbers?"

She was gonna give out her cell phone number just like that? My kinda girl! I reached into the nightstand where I'd left my phone and retrieved it. One Eye rattled off her number to me which I dutifully punched in and saved.

"I'm sending you my number." I told her, "Santo doesn't own a cell phone if you can believe that."

"They give you cancer, and the government uses them to track you." Santo explained.

And after that, One Eye threw her bottoms over her shoulder, retrieved the bottle from the nightstand, and ran back out to the party stark ass naked as the day she was born. I looked over at Santo and we both laughed out loud. Once started it was hard to stop. That had been one crazy, wild, girl. No wonder she hung out with the Rows.

"See, I told you." I said when I got my chuckles under control, "As long as she wasn't a shemale."

"What if she was a pox girl?" Santo asked.

"Don't start that shit again." I groaned, "Listen, man, Girl Pox is a myth, alright? There's no such thing."

"No, its true, man." Santo insisted, "I read it on the internet.

I rolled my eyes at him. Before I could say anything else, and before I could even get my pants back one, One Eye reappeared in the doorway. She grabbed both of us by the hands and dragged us both back to the party as naked as she was, insisting that we had to party too as if it was some kind of law.

By the time we got back, everyone was drunk and there wasn't a Row girl in the house that still had her clothes on.

I couldn't tell you much about what happened the rest of the night, although I do have a vague memory of a catcher's mitt and some guy with a video camera getting thrown into a Jacuzzi full of whipped cream.

Needless to say, I woke up the next morning . . . make that next early afternoon . . . feeling like I'd been dragged through a car wash by my ears. I sluggishly turned around under the covers, rather grateful that I had apparently made it back to my own bed. I opened my eyes and groaned trying to push my way up and out of bed. I'd been totally hung over before, but this felt really odd, like my whole body was wrong.

I tried to focus, everything seemed a little off. Even the bed itself; I had this weird impression that it was somehow a little bigger then it had been before. I looked over at Santo's bed and could see a sleeping figure under the covers. It definitely wasn't him, however, because I could clearly see a pair of naked exposed dark skinned tits peeking out from the sheets. He must've gotten laid again last night. Or maybe we both did and I didn't remember her; that had happened before. Not every girl I scored with was as unforgettable as One Eye.

Man, this was one weird hang over; I couldn't shake the feeling that my whole body was wrong and unfamiliar somehow. My chest felt heavy, like I had something attached to it, and something was tickling my neck, shoulders and back. I was completely naked, of that I was sure. I took several deep breaths, squinting until my eyes adjusted to the light. I felt like someone was using a jack hammer behind my eyeballs.

I pulled the sheets off and looked down at myself. I instantly regretted doing so. It took a while to process what I was seeing, because it was so unexpected; but quite clearly I was looking at a large pair of soft female breasts attached to my chest.

I grimaced; ha ha, very funny. Some asshole had attached fake tits to me while I was passed out. Hilarious; just better hope they didn't use super glue or something, cock suckers. I reached down and gave them a tug.

All the blood must have drained out of my face as I felt them. No, not as I felt them . . . as they felt me touching them. I let out a small yelp and stared down as I ran my hand over them. After a small session of poking and prodding them, I came to one inescapable conclusion . . . THEY WERE REAL! I had boobs! I felt like a chasm had just opened up underneath me and was swallowing me whole. This was impossible, there was no way this was possible.

I threw the sheets aside and ran to the mirror on the far wall, gazing into it with mounting confusion and despair. Instead of my usual ruggedly handsome face, the face of a young girl stared back at me. In fact, it was the face of one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen.

Two words were echoing in my head in disbelief: Girl Pox.

I now had a round, pleasant face with high cheek bones and full pouting lips, the kind of lips I'd described as 'cock sucking lips' in the past. I had thin, narrow eyes that were a deep blue green color. Long straight blonde hair ran down my head and curved a little as it spilled out around my shoulders. My nose was thin and nicely rounded at the tip.

As for the rest of my body, my breasts were huge and soft, seeming to defy gravity as they hung down off my chest, tipped with large puffy nipples at the ends. I could tell I was shorter then I had been, around five foot four or so; tiny and petite.

I was too afraid to look down at my crotch, so I turned around and looked over my shoulder at my backside. I saw that my butt was soft and rounded, a cute seat if ever I saw one, and that my hips were curvy, coming down from my thin waist. My hairless legs were smooth and luscious looking. As a whole, the girl reflected in the mirror was one stunningly hot piece of ass . . . except now I was that piece of ass.

Still not having the guts to look, I reached down between my legs, feeling around, hoping for the familiar feel of my Johnson. As I frantically probed around, I felt no good old reliable shaft, just the familiar touch of a small moist pussy; a pussy between my legs where it wasn't supposed to me.

Panic gripped me as my mind spun with confusion: Santo's internet crap had been right all along: Pox girls were real, and now I was one of them. At least, it was the only explanation that came to mind at the moment in my frazzled condition. Hoping against hope, and ran my hands all over my crotch, hoping to find my manhood somewhere still attached to me, but it wasn't there, only the soft lips of a vagina.

"It's gone!" I screamed in dread, and then clapped my hands over my mouth as I heard my now high, soft voice.

The girl on the bed stirred and moaned, sitting up on the bed and shaking her head blearily. I could now see that she was Hispanic, with long black wavy hair spilling down past her shoulders. She had an extremely pretty face with a small cute nose, and thick eyebrows over wide brown expressive eyes. Her tits were large and natural, hanging down from her like pendulums.

She looked up at me, her gaze still unfocused, "What's wrong? What's gone?"

She had a definite accent to her voice, but she spoke fluently. She broke into a wide grin when she saw me.

"Oh, why hello there, lovely senorita." She smiled at me, with a naughty look, "What a marvelous ray of sunshine to wake up to in the morning."

That sounded like she was trying to hit on me. At first, I was interested but then I realized that I was a girl too now. I figured she must be bisexual, all the Row girls pretty much were. For a split second, despite my panicked condition, part of me considered trying out some girl on girl. But then I noticed the rose tattoo on her shoulder. It was the exact same one that Santo had on his shoulder. My mouth dropped open as I could scarcely believe it.

This wasn't one of Santo's conquests! This was Santo himself!

"What's the matter, honey, cat got your tongue." He, make that she, cooed at me.

Santo probably have had a heart attack if he'd know who he was hitting on.

"Santo?" I leaned in, looking the girl over, scarcely believing it.

She smiled, "You know my name, but I don't believe I've had the pleasure."

Only Santo could have been that smooth first thing in the morning. I had no idea how to break it too him, how to explain what had happened to him. What had happened to both of us. I opened my mouth to try and say something, but no words would come. Finally, I just grabbed him . . . no, make that her . . . by the arm and hauled her in front of the mirror.

Still woozy, Santo looked at the mirror and blearily registered what was in front of her.

"Wow, she's cute." She whispered to me, "What's her name?"

I rolled my eyes, this was going to be harder then I thought, "Look closer."

Looking closer, Santo knitted his brow and then gasped. She reached out towards the mirror and let out a little yelp as her fingers touched the glass. She ran her eyes up and down her reflection, her mouth hanging open.

"Este soy yo? Soy una chica!" She cried.

I dunno what she said, but I guess she got the situation. She turned to me, her eyes wide with amazement, and then looked down at her body. She then looked back at me, her eyes full of questions I didn't really have the answers to.

"Did you do this?" She asked me.

"How the hell would I do this?" I replied indignantly.

Then I remembered, she didn't know who I was. As far as Santo was concerned, I was some strange naked woman she'd found in her room. I could see how she'd right away suspect me.

"Santo, it's me." I told her, "It's Morgan!"

"Oh my god!" She cried, her eyes widening, "It's really you?"

"Yes, it's really me." I said.

She dropped her eyes to the pair of breasts that now decorated my chest.

"Holy shit!" She exclaimed, "You could launch a B-1 bomber off those things."

"Will you forget about the tits? What are we gonna do?" I cried out in frustration, "This is bad, this is real bad!"

Santo looked back at her reflection, "What can we do? There's no cure for this."

"Oh shit." I moaned, I had forgotten about that part, "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, this is bad."

"Calm down, ese." Santo assured me, "We'll be alright."

"No, we won't!" I told her through clenched teeth, "Think about it: What would you, me and the other guys have done if you found two beautiful naked women in the middle of the house?"

She thought about it, and then grinned a naughty smile, making a purring sound and raised her eyebrows.

"Santo . . . we're two beautiful naked women!" I told her.

Her eyes bulged as it registered, "Oh fuck!"

"Oh fuck is right!" I hissed back at her, "We're two naked hot chicks in a house full of drunk horny frat boys. They're gonna stuff us like piñatas!"

"Aye Madre!" She gasped, "I think I should be getting offended by that last remark, but what are we gonna do?"

"We gotta call somebody."

"The cops?"

"No, then we'll end up as some kind of experiment."

"Your parents?"

"My parents? Fuck! If my dad found out I turned into a chick, he beat me to death. You know how he is about being manly all the time. He used to dress my sisters up as football players until I was born. What about your parents . . . oh shit, they're in Mexico."

"Puerto Rico." Santo rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Whatever." I waved her off, "We can't call any of our friends, who would believe us? They'd all think it was one of our stupid pranks."

"Man, we should have paid attention to The Boy Who Cried Wolf. We're gonna have to call someone who doesn't really know us."

"Yeah but who . . . oh!"

I headed for the nightstand drawer and retrieved my cell phone from where I'd left it. Flipping it open, I accessed the menu and ran down my contact list until I found One Eye's number. As the phone dialed, I noticed something that made my heart sink: The phone was almost out of power, and I couldn't remember where I'd left the charger.

The phone only rang a few times before it picked up and I heard One Eye's voice, "Moshi moshi?"

"One Eye, you've gotta help us!" I cried into the phone.

"Huh? What's wrong? Who is this?" She asked.

I cursed; of course she wouldn't recognize my voice.

"Listen, I don't have time to explain. It's Morgan from last night. Something's happened to me and Santo."

There was pause before she asked, "Morgan, is that really you? What happened to your voice . . . Oh my god! You poxed!"

And that was when the battery died and the line went dead. I hit the buttons but the phone was completely inert, no lights, no sound, no nothing. I frantically searched for the charger but I still had no idea where I had left it. Damn, I always lost stuff when I was drunk. It didn't seem to be anywhere in the room. I thought about grabbing the regular phone, but had no idea who might be listening in somewhere else in the house.

Gritting my teeth I looked at Santo, "I bet you wish you had a cell phone now."

"They give you cancer and the government . . ." She began.

"Oh shut the fuck up!" I threw my hands up, "We've got no choice, we've gotta sneak out of the house somehow."

"Well let's go." Santo encouraged.

"We're both naked, dumbass." I groaned, "Put some clothes on first."

I tried to find something that wouldn't be too familiar if anyone we knew saw me. I pulled open a drawer and pulled out a sleeveless Celtics jersey. I'd hardly ever worn it. The thing had been big on me when I was a guy, putting it on now, it fell down past my waist and for all intents and purposes, it looked like a sleeveless summer dress that any sports nut chick might wear. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that from the sides, it was rather obvious that I wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Well, it would have to do. I turned sideways in the mirror and ran my eyes up and down. Actually, that was pretty sexy . . .

I realized I had hit some kind of all time low since I was getting turned on by myself. I quickly looked to the sound of Santos' voice.

"So how are we gonna get out of here?" She asked.

I almost lost my footing, because she'd only put on a pair of cut off jean shorts. Aside from that, she was completely topless.

"We're gonna start by you covering those up." I said incredulously, "They guys'll notice those things for sure. Find something girly, maybe something a chick left here."

"Oh yeah, there's this." Santo reached around under the bed and came up with a white half top with pink trim that said 'hottie' on the front in bubblegum shaped letters.

She pulled it on quickly, but ended up looking almost as noticeable as she had before: The top was a least three sizes too small for her and looked like it was painted on. Her large boobs strained through the material, her nipples making distinct and obvious bulges at the tips. Oh man, I thought I was gonna pass out. I had to keep reminding myself that this was Santo here, and I shouldn't want to bang her.

We crept up to the door and I leaned in and listened on it. There was no movement outside, at least none that I could hear. I kept listening for a second, trying to make sure. I detected no footsteps, and no other sounds. I looked over to Santo and nodded that I thought the coast was clear. I reached down and carefully turned the handle, opening the door slowly as to not make any noise.

The door swung open a little and I peered out. I didn't see anyone out in the hall in front of our room. Apprehensively, I swung the door open and we moved out into the hall quietly like a couple of burglars, looking left and right and all over as we moved. The coast, I thought with some satisfaction, was definitely clear. The back door to the house led into the backyard witch was a dead end, so we needed to go through the main living room and out the front door. That was the real problem, since there were bound to be some guys still hanging around in there. But for now, luck seemed to be on our side.

Which was when one of the bedroom doors opened and someone walked right into us.

I think we both breathed a sigh of relief when we saw that it was a girl. She was a tall white girl, almost six feet, so we're talking supermodel tall, with fiery red wavy hair that spilled down over her shoulders around a thin, pretty face. Her eyes were brown and she had a small, petite nose. Her eyebrows were somewhat thick and her chin was a little larger then usual, but she wore them beautifully.

She was dressed only in a black bathrobe, which showed off her curvy, very feminine figure. Her breasts were large and almost falling out of the front of the robe. She acted kind of strange, looking at her hands with funny expressions and looking down at her body, puzzled at something. She didn't seem to notice us at first. When she spoke, it was with a heavy southern accent.

"All right," She moaned sounding like Daisy Duke, "Which one of y'all put the acid in mah coffee again?"

Oh my god, the way she talked sounded creepily familiar.

She stopped when she looked up and saw us. She smiled as soon as she noticed us standing there.

"Wah hello, Ladies." She laughed good naturedly, "Sorry ah caint talk much, ahm totally trippin here. Y'all wouldn't believe the shit ahm seein'."

I glanced over at Santo and she seemed to be thinking the same thing I was. I glanced down at the girl's arm, but I pretty much already knew what I was going to see there. There, right on her forearm was a large tattoo in the shape of the state of Texas. My mouth dropped open I as I looked back to her face in shock.

She laughed looking down at her boobs, opening the front of her robe so she could see.

"Wooee! This one's a doozy." She chuckled.

"Colt!?!" I asked her in astonishment

Looking around to make sure no one else saw us, we both grabbed her and pushed her back into the room she'd come out of. When we got her in there, Santo shut the door and I quickly came over to Colt, not sure how to explain to her what had just happened. It took a few seconds to get her attention; she was so fascinated by her body.

"Colt!" I hissed, not wanting to bring anyone with a shout, "It's not a hallucination. It really happened."

"Nah, I'm seein mahself az a girl," Colt insisted, "This is definitely a trip."

I didn't know what to do; I had no way of convincing the big braindead hick that he had just turned into a girl and wasn't hallucinating it. I did the only thing I could think of to prove it to her: I reached out and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard. She let out a high pitched squeal and twisted around as I held on, digging my fingers into her breasts before I let go. She threw her hands over them protectively and pouted at me in a way that seemed both cute and creepy at the same time.

"Ouchie! Ouchie! Ouchie!" She wailed, "Be careful . . . oh."

Realization quickly dawned on her face. This was no acid trip.

"Wha . . . wha . . . wha . . ." She stammered.

"Listen, Colt." I told her, "It's Morgan. And that over there, that's Santo."

Colt looked over at Santo who nodded in confirmation. She looked back at me with her eyes wide.

"What happened?" She asked finally getting the words out.

"I don't know." I admitted.

"It's gotta be girl pox." Santo insisted, "It's all over the internet, it's been turning guys into girls all over the world."

"Woah! Did everyone change?" Colt wondered, "Are we a sorority now?"

That hadn't occurred to me: That maybe the entire house had been affected and we didn't really need to run. I wouldn't have wanted to stake my life on that assumption.

"Hey, I never thought of that." Santo echoed my thoughts, "Maybe we don't need to sneak around if this happened to everyone?"

"Tell you what," I said, "Why don't you go down stairs, and if a bunch of guys gang bang you, we'll know it didn't happen to everybody."

"Oh, ah'll go down there if ya'll need me to, y'know, to check on that." Colt volunteered way too quickly.

"Listen, Colt, I need you to focus, we need to get out of this house before someone finds us and puts us in the middle of a game of hide the salamis . . . whoa, what are you doing?"

Colt had opened the robe completely and was holding it wide open while she looked at herself in a full length mirror on the wall. She was turning this way and that, eying herself with some pride in the glass, displaying her naked body.

"Wooeee!" She declared, "Ah am one red hot tamale o' a Texas fillie!"

"That's the whole problem, we need to . . ." My plea was interrupted by the door opening.

This time it wasn't a girl; it was Colt's roommate Jack Stillman. That pretty much put the kibosh on the idea of the whole house being infected. He was only dressed in a towel that was wrapped around his waist. Colt quickly closed her robe and tied it hurriedly, grinning sheepishly at him and blushing. Jack's face lit up when he saw the three of us in his room. It took it a second to register it was because we were all girls now. Hoo boy.

"Why hello." He said, his eyebrows moving up and down, "And who might you ladies be?"

I stammered for and explanation, "I . . . uh . . . I'm Mo . . . uh . . . I'm Monique. Yeah, I'm Monique! And this is my friend San . . . er . . . Sandra! Yeah! She's Sandra. And this is . . . um . . ."

"Ahm Kaitlin." Colt piped up, rescuing me, "It's a pleasure."

"So what are you girls doing in my room?" He asked, making the innocent question sound incredibly sleazy.

"Umm . . . uh . . ." I said intelligently.

"We were at yer party last night." 'Kaitlin' interrupted me, again bailing me out, "We had a whole lot ta drink and we just woke up in one of the other rooms."

It was a fairly good story, and totally made sense. I don't know why I hadn't thought of that myself, but I was freezing up. Part of it was the way Jack looked. It was very peculiar, he didn't really look any different then he ever had before: He was black, medium height in good shape with close cropped hair. He had almost no body hair and having come right out of the shower his body glistened slightly in the light. I had seen all this before, but somehow it was fascinating this time; his body, mostly exposed except for what the towel covered, looked . . . just good. He was on the swim team, so his build was well toned but not beefy.

I was starting to feel some odd tingling feelings running up and down my body, mostly between my legs. With a bit of a sinking feeling, I realized I was getting a little horny. I recalled what I had heard about pox girls: They were especially horny. I shoved all the weird thoughts away. I was a guy, I couldn't be thinking like this.

I tried to think our way out of this; this was bad, we'd been discovered. It wouldn't be long before other guys found us, and if pox girls really did affect men they way they were supposed to, then we'd soon be in the center of a frantic grope and poke. I tried to think of a way to fix the situation, but I kept getting distracted by the moisture droplets rolling down his skin, and quivers ran up and down my girl's body.

Fortunately, 'Kaitlin' went into action. She stepped up and put the saddest, mopiest looking expression on her face I'd ever seen, clutching her hands together, and sniffling a little. Kinda looked like Puss N' Boots from Shrek 2. Suddenly, she just looked like some lost lonely little girl in desperate need of help.

"Look, y'all seem like a nice guy." She sniffled, "But these boys have been so mean to us all night. We really would like ta git outta here. If y'all could walk us out, and protect us, well, we'd mighty sure appreciate it."

She even added a little bit of naughty wink on the 'appreciate it' line, which made Jack's eyes light up a bit. Quickly, 'Sandra' got in on the act.

"Yeah, some of those guys were really scary." She said, with a wide eyed pleading look on her face, "If we had a big strong hombre like yourself to protect us, that would be so helpful."

They both got closer to him and Sandra even went so far as to run a hand over his arm. He grinned, looking around at us. Come to think of it, Jack always was a sucker for girls in need.

"Sure, ladies, but do you mind if I get changed first?" He told us.

We all nodded and he went into the bathroom. Before the door closed, he dropped his towel (I'm sure it was deliberate) and we all got a look at his completely naked body, right down to his exposed cock, and then the door closed blocking the view. I had the urge to run over and open the door again, just so I could see him some more. I shook it off, reminding myself that I was a guy, and it was just the girl pox talking.

'Kaitlin' was running her hand on her chin, "Um, Am I crazy or did he look way better then he used to?"

"It's gotta be the girl pox," 'Sandra' insisted, "It filling us full of girl juices. Making us think crazy."

"'Girl juices'?" Kaitlin looked at her quizzically, "Ah think y'all mean estrogenic hormones. We're flooded with them. But if'n ah recall correctly, pox girls float a male and female libido at the same time, making 'em super horny an' super bisexual."

"Goddamn it!" Sandra moaned, "We're gonna be sucking off guys like a hure on the street."

"Calm down, 'Sandra'," I admonished her, "We still need to find a way out of here."

"How come you named me 'Sandra'?" Sandra suddenly wanted to know.

"What?" I asked incredulously, "What difference does that make? I just said the first name that popped into my head. Well, the second name, the first name was Salma Hayek."

"It's such a plain name . . . 'Sandra'." She complained, "You gave yourself a cool name 'Monique'. It's exotic, it's memorable."

"It's a stripper name." Kaitlin said firmly.

"Who cares? It's just a name." I hissed.

"Well if it's just a name, why don't we switch?" She suggested sarcastically.

"We can't switch, we already told Jack that I'm Monique and your Sandra." I explained, trying to keep my voice down.

"Take it easy," Kaitlin pattered her on the shoulder, "It's not that bad."

"Easy for you to say, you've got a cool name too, 'Kaitlin'." Sandra moaned, "And you got to name yourself."

I furrowed my brow, looking at Kaitlin, "Wait a minute; isn't 'Kaitlin' your mother's name?"

She stiffened up defensively, "Y'all got a problem with that? It's a pretty name."

"Yeah, way prettier then 'Sandra'." Sandra insisted.

"What is your problem with name?" I demanded, frustrated, we were wasting time here.

"'Sandra' was my first girlfriend's name." Sandra admitted after a pause, "She broke my heart."

"You've gotta be kidding!" I exclaimed.

"No, I'm not, and I'd really like a different name." She said firmly.

"Look," Kaitlin chimed in, "Did you ever call her Sandy?"

"No, she hated that." Sandra shook her head.

"Fine, then y'all are 'Sandy' from now on; we can even spell it with an 'i'." Kaitlin said, "Would that be okay?"

'Sandi' brightened up, "Yeah, that's kinda sexy."

"Okay," put my hand on my head, "If Sandi's fine with her name, let's just hang out and wait for Jack to takes us to the front door and keeps the other guys off us."

"I dunno if we kin trust him." Kaitlin said looking at the closed shower door, "Ah've been his roommie fer a while and he'd got girls up here all the time, an ahm pretty sure he's tellin' 'em a whole lotta lies."

"Crap, she's right." Sandi rubbed her temples, "One time me and him told some chicks we were photographers for Playboy. I've still got their 'audition' photos on my computer."

"We still need to get out of here." I told them, "If Jack can keep the guys at bay; I think we're home free."

"Oh man," Sandi groaned, "We're gonna end up looking like Jenna Jameson's sluttier sisters."

"We can do this!" I insisted, "We just need to stay focused."

"I'm starting to have second thoughts; maybe we can climb out a window or something." Sandi suggested.

"This will work, don't give up on me." I told her, "Are you a Mexican or a Mexican't?"

"I'm Puerto Rican, you moron!" Sandi shoved her hands at her side irritably.

"Same thing." I insisted.

"Ah think y'all need a map, Monique," Kaitlin raised her eyebrows at me, "The two countries ain't no where near each other."

The geography lesson was interrupted by the door opening. Jack stepped out of the bathroom, now dressed in a sleeveless red shirt that was just a bit too small, and a pair of black crew shorts. We were all stunned silent; he just suddenly looked so good. I felt that tingling feeling of arousal between my legs again. No matter how much I tried to distract myself, it wouldn't go away.

Jack smiled at me, and I realized I had licked my lips. I blushed and shot my eyes down to the floor. I could feel my nipples stiffening up under my jersey. I bit my lip, this girl's body was going to get me into trouble, in fact it was already giving me some strange thoughts that I knew I shouldn't be having.

"Well, girls." Jack said, flashing that winner smile of his that was suddenly making me weak in the knees, "Lets get you home safely."

We followed him out of the room and to the stair. As I walked behind him, I caught a whiff of the Axe body spray he was wearing, and my condition suddenly got worse. Goddamn it, that stuff was like catnip for girls!

I looked over at Kaitlin and saw that her face was flushed and red like mine; she was definitely as turned on as me. A glance at Sandi told me the same thing; she was clutching her hands together nervously.

But the time we got to the bottom of the stairs, I knew I knew I was in trouble. This girl's body was completely betraying me, my crotch crawled with tingling sensations and to my horror I realized I was wet between the legs. That's right, I had a pussy now, and it was getting moist from being turned on like this. I could barely think strait. I had never been this horny as a guy, and I remembered what Santo, now Sandi, had told me about the supped up libidos pox girls had. I just had to hold on, just long enough to get out of here and ditch Mr. Pickup artist somehow.

But I didn't even know if I wanted to ditch him.

Sandi looked at me with wide conflicted eyes, "I . . . I, um . . . I think . . ."

"I know." I whispered, "Just control yourself."

But I wasn't totally sure I could do that myself, especially since I realized that all three of us were unconsciously walking with sexy sway to our hips. The hornier I got, the sexier my walk had seemed to get. The material of my jersey was rubbing my nipples hard and my breaths were getting deeper.

Mumbling under her breath, Kaitlin wondered, "Ah wonder what it would be like ta' do it as ah girl?"

I was suddenly curious myself, and my mind began filling with scenarios I'd never have thought of yesterday. My strange fantasies were interpreted by a sudden act of betrayal.

"Hey guys, look what I found." Jack suddenly called.

There were three other of our frat brothers sitting around in the living room, the few who weren't at the game: Mark, Trevor and David. Jack gestured to them to come of and they got up as soon as they saw the three of us. I froze where I was as they came over to us.

That lying son of a bitch!

These were guys I knew, my frat brothers, and they were suddenly surrounding us. It was like I could feel the desire coming off them like laser beams, and it sent my already raging libido into overdrive. Suddenly the prospect I had been fearing up till now didn't seem so bad. I looked around at them timidly as they got closer, their eyes running up and down my body, settling on my breasts. A swelling sense of unwelcome pride flooded me as I noticed that my boobs were getting more attention then the others. I was drowning in my newfound femininity, unable to fight it.

Jack introduced us to each of them. Not surprisingly, Sandi corrected him when he said Sandra. I didn't know what to do, the front doors were only a few feet away, but they might have well been in the next county.

Trevor looked me over, "Wow, Monique, you are hot!"

I felt my face get hot and suddenly realized that the goofy schoolgirl giggles I was hearing were coming from me.

"Um . . . thanks." I blushed.

David said, "So, are you girls gonna hang out with us?"

"We've really gotta be getting home." I said meekly.

"No, no." Mark protested, "Stay and party with us. We've got this whole house to ourselves; we can have a little mixer, just the six of us."

There were seven of us, but Mark was actually pretty stupid. Looking at him now, however, I didn't really mind.

"Ahm afraid, we really have ta' git goin'" Kaitlin chimed in.

"Oh! Listen to her accent, it's so cute." David said, making Kaitlin blush.

Trevor protested, "But you can't go, the party hasn't even started. Tell you what, if you do something for us, maybe we can let you leave."

Uh oh, I didn't like where this was going. Actually, I did like where this was going, but I didn't like that I liked where this was going.

"W-what do you want us to do?" Sandi stammered.

Jack said, "Well, maybe you can give us a little show? Maybe some girl on girl kissing? You can do that, can't you?"

I looked over at Sandi, questioningly. She looked around nervously, but then looked back at me.

"Just do it." She said.

I reached over and took her in my arms. I had goose bumps all over my body. This was insane. He may be a girl now, but this was Santo I was about to make out with. But I looked at Sandi's pretty face and found myself slipping into it fast. As soon as my lips touched hers, my resistance was gone. I kissed her briefly on the lips, and then suddenly, we were pressed up close to each other, making out with wild passion. Her warm body felt so good against mine, and her lips were soft and wonderful. She was, as the girls had told me in the past, a very good kisser.

I ran my hands up and down her back as we made out. We forgot everyone around us, our tongues slipping into each other's mouths. Instinctively I gave her butt a little squeeze and then suddenly found Sandi's hand lightly squeezing my breast.

Suddenly, Kaitlin was there, pulling Sandi away from me and planting her lips on hers instead. She kissed her deeply and then moved over to me. I gleefully kissed her back, slipping my tongue into her mouth. We kissed for a long time, and then broke. Sandi quickly pulled me to her and our lips met again, to the cheers of the guys around us. I couldn't help myself, I was so damn horny and it felt so good to be kissing them.

Jack came around behind Kaitlin and reached around her, putting his hands on her boobs and giving them a squeeze. Kaitlin yelped in surprise but the dissolved into gleeful giggles as Jack began to massage her boobs through the bathrobe she wore. He giggles soon turned to sighs of pleasure as Jack fondled her, her eyes closing and her head rolling a little.

"That feel good?" He asked her.

"Oh yeah, that feels great." She moaned.

She the gripped the edges of her robe and turned to him.

"Look! Up in the sky!" She called goofily, "It's Superman!"

And with that, she pulled open her robe and let her brand new tits fall out. She giggled silly and so did the others. Jack put his hands on her bare breasts and teased her nipples with his fingers, leaning over and kissing her full on the mouth. Kaitlin quickly kissed him back, slipping her arms around him and pulling him close.

And that was it: Colt had officially cut up his guy card and tossed it in the trash and Kaitlin was now calling to activate her super platinum girl card.

And then, suddenly I gave a yelp as I felt Trevor's hands slip into the sides of my jersey and onto my breast, squeezing my boobs softly and sensually. I felt his hot breath near my ear and felt him nibble on it. So, I knew I should shove have shoved him back or something, but my head was not working the same way, and these tits were so damn sensitive. His fingers slowly squeezed my breasts, gently massaging them, rubbing against my nipples which were now hard. Without realizing it, I had closed my eyes as seductive tingles of electricity ran up and down my body. It felt good, so good the have my breasts touched like that.

His hands moved under my jersey like, touching and fondling me.

"Naked under there, I like it." He whispered.

I wanted to say something to him, but all that came out was a moan. I was falling fast, loosing myself to the desires of the weird new body I suddenly had. What was worse, part of me didn't really mind.

Mark had moved up to Sandi and was kissing her. She didn't seem to mind but didn't quite know what to do with her hands so she held them gripped in front of her.

I felt one of Trevor's hands leave my breast and slide down my stomach. My body moved as tingles flowed through me, anticipating what he was reaching for. His hand rand down over my stomach and then slipped between my legs. As he touched my pussy, I felt a guilty, naughty thrill and a shivers of pleasure. I gasped and moaned as he moved his fingers, stimulating my new vagina. My chest rose and felt, my body craved what he was doing to me. It would be so easy just the let go and give in to all this pleasure . . .

I pulled away from him and spun around, "Wait! No! We can't do this!"

"We can't?" Kaitlin half moaned, letting her robe fall to the floor while Jack kissed her and fondled her breasts.

"Sure we can, you were liking it just fine a second ago." Trevor leered at me.

"No, we can't." I said somewhat sheepishly, "It's wrong, we can't."

Sandi had stopped kissing Mark and was looking around confused and frightened, disconcerted by her sudden lack of control and the conflicting feelings her body was giving her (at least, that's pretty much how I felt so I assume that's why she looked that way). She looked like a lost little girl in a supermarket.

Trevor reached out and gripped the front of my jersey right around my stomach and pulled me forward. As he did, it lifted the jersey up and my bare snatch came into view. Instead of being embarrassed or unsettled by it, I got an electric thrill from my exposure.

I yanked back, "We're pox girls!"

There was a stunned silence. You could have heard a pin drop in the room. I quickly pulled the jersey back down, hiding my new womanhood.

"Seriously?" Mark asked.

I nodded, "It happened last night. We-we're your frat bros."

Jack was lifting up Kaitlin's arm looking at her Texas tattoo, "Hey, guys, it's true. Look: This one used to be my roommate, Colt."

He ran his fingers over her tattoo. She hadn't bothered putting on her robe again, and was completely naked now.

He put a finger on her now smaller nose, "This is a distinct improvement."

She actually started smiling and giggling, blushing a little. Out of the three of us, Kaitlin seemed to have taken to being a pox girl like a fish to water.

Mark was looking at Sandi's shoulder, "You're right. Get a load of this: This one is Santo!"

David looked her over, "Wow, is that true? Did you used to Santo?"

Blushing and looking down, clasping her fingers together bashfully, Sandi nodded. She looked more feminine and girlish now then she had since we woke up. Trevor was looking me over up and down. Even through I had the jersey on I felt totally naked under his gaze. I backed up a little, nervously. They guys weren't reacting the way I thought they would. Then I remembered what Sandi had told me; that pox girls gave off a pheromone that men found practically irresistible (actually, I'd heard it had a similar effect on women, but guys were the concern here.). Oh . . . crap!

"So, who were you?" Trevor said, making the simple question sound like he was asking me to show my pussy.

"Uh, Morgan." I stammered, "I'm Morgan."

"Woah! I'd have never guessed." He said getting closer, "You know, Morgan can be a girl's name?"

He then reached out and ran his fingers through my blonde hair, "But Monique suits you much better. It's pretty, just like you."

"Thanks." I muttered, blushing.

This was bad, really bad. Knowing that we used to be guys didn't seem to make a difference to them at all. And to make matters worse, with each step Trevor took towards me, the closer he got, the more my body yearned for him. I was teetering on the brink of a precipice, and I was beginning to fall over. I was soaking between my legs, my nipples were pressing hard against my shirt, and some part of me wanted to give up and let them do whatever they wanted to me.

Mark reached over and lifted up Sandi's chin, looking into her eyes, "Hey, don't look down. You're so pretty, you shouldn't hide that face."

I could see from her wide eyes that she was giving in, the lust on her face becoming obvious. Somewhat less obvious, however, then Kaitlin who was busy making out with Jack, their lips moving on each other, their tongues darting into each other's mouths. She had her arms wrapped around him was well as one leg, while Jack reached behind her and squeezed her naked behind. From the sounds she was making, she didn't mind at all.

I made one last ditch effort to dissuade everyone, "So, we can't do this. After all, you don't wanna fuck your fellow frat boys, do you?"

"We do now." Mark declared, and he kissed Sandi.

The now horny Puerto Riccan pox girl practically melted in his arms. Trevor came up to me, stroking my hair and fingering my chin playfully. My body was tingling all over and I was getting goose bumps on my arms. He leaned over and kissed my cheek, then kissed my neck. A thrill ran through me at the contact. I felt my eyes closing and my breath deepening. I had no will anymore to stop this, and part of me thought that I didn't want to.

"Please don't" I mumbled weekly, "Stop . . . I, can't control myself."

"Then don't." Trevor said, and kissed me full on the lips.

And then, I was lost. All of my defense went down, and I spiraled over, surrendering to my lust. I kissed him back, gripping his shoulders and pulling him closer to me, my breasts mashing against his chest. Our lips moved against each other and I felt his tongue slip into my mouth. There was no way to stop myself; I returned the favor, letting my own tongue explore his.

Jack pushed an all too willing Kaitlin down on the couch, kissing her lips and then moving down her body, kissing her breasts and nipples until he made his way over her stomach. She was moving her body, breathing hard in ecstasy. He gripped her legs and spread them wide exposing her pussy to him. She yelped and blushed but didn't make a single move to stop him, just giggles as he toyed with her lips.

"Pretty pussy you have there." He cooed.

"Wah thank . . . oh!" Kaitlin started.

Because Jack had buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking at her pussy lips and clit. Kaitlin was writhing as she was eaten, tilting her head back and moaning, her hands squeezing the breasts she hadn't had yesterday. Her tongue snaked out and licked her lips.

"Omigod! An' here ah thought you was just a dumb ol' track runner." Kaitlin chortled happily, "No wonder all those girls were always hanging' off ya'."

She rolled her hips, moaning as he licked her snatch.

His arms still wrapped around her, Sandi kissed Mark in a dreamy state, almost like she was in a trance. As they made out, David came up in back of her and reached around her body from behind. She yelped as his hands touched her huge breasts, gently squeezing them, much the way Trevor had mine. She broke the kiss, but did not push David's hands away. Mark stepped forward, gripping the bottom of her shirt, and lifted it up, exposing her big brown tits. Her nipples were as hard as mine. David's hands now touched her directly, squeezing her boobs and causing her to sigh, her eyes fluttering closed.

As Mark leaned down, he put her nipple between his lips and gave it is suck. A small moan escaped Sandi's lips and she raised her arms, letting David slip the shirt completely off her, stripping her topless. Her body moved like a hypnotism subject, swaying as Mark eagerly sucked and licked her nipples, David's hands massaging the soft flesh of her breasts. He eyes opened for a second and she looked in my direction.

"Morgan . . . Monique . . . help me, I . . . I can't . . ." She whispered dreamily.

But I was barely hearing her, my lips were pressed against Trevor's and my tongue was probing deep in his mouth. My arms were fully wrapped around him as we kissed, making out with lusty abandon. I could never have believed kissing a man would feel this good. I made some attempts to real myself in, but my new female body betrayed me. I was completely a slave to its desire, and the guys were suddenly what I wanted.

Trevor's hand came up my body and gently cupped my breast. I jerked as he touched me, my sensitive boobs reacting to his fingers. He squeezed me gently, and I moved myself back a little, letting him have more room to touch me. My nipples felt as hard as they could get, and my heart hammered in my chest.

I knew I'd do anything they wanted me to. Why was I so . . . submissive?

Breaking the Kiss, Trevor pushed me back a little bit, looking me up and down. He tugged at the front of my jersey.

"Would you like me to take this off for you?" He asked me.

I wanted nothing more then for him to do that; to strip me naked in front of everyone, expose my body in all it's nudity for their eyes.

I nodded, "Please take it off. Strip me naked."

Reaching down, he gripped the bottom of my jersey and lifted it up. As soon as my pussy was exposed, my face flushed hot and warm. Almost without realizing it, I lifted my arms above my head and let him slide my one and only covering off, completely exposing my naked body to the room. I felt a strange thrill, at being naked, at how everyone could see everything on me, a peculiar exhibitionistic thrill that never took me when I was a guy.

Licking his lips, Trevor eyed me, looking up and down at my body appraisingly. I shivered a little, turned on by how much he wanted me. I could feel his eyes caressing my naked flesh. There was no fight left in me, I was abandoning myself to my female from.

Kissing my lips again, he sat me down on the couch, pushing me all the way back. I could barely sit still, my body constantly moving and jittering in anticipation. I had never been this horny before, and I could now totally see what people had been saying about pox girls and their sex drive. I licked my lips and Trevor kissed me again.

Right next to me, David and Mark were both now sucking on each of Sandi's tits. She looked down that them almost fascinated, her chest rising and falling in arousal. She seemed surprised, not unreasonably, that she enjoyed this so much.

Both guys reached over to Sandi's shorts and began to undo them, undoing the belt and pulling the zipper down. In a few seconds, her shorts dropped to her ankles and she was naked as the rest of us. I was a little pleased to note that seeing her nude still turned me one; it was a relief to know that my body hadn't made me swear off women completely.

Moving down my nude body, Trevor kissed my breasts and sucked on my hard, stimulated nipples. His hand ran all over my leg and along my inner thigh, and I moaned with pleasure at his touches. I let out a gasp as he fingers touched my pussy, running up and down along the lips. As sensitive as my breasts were, my pussy was even more so. I groaned, feeling my legs open wide as if on their own. His fingers entered me, slipping into me and moving in and out as he kissed lower and lower on my body. I was moving my hips, like such a lascivious slut as he got closer and closer.

When his lips touched my slit, I let out a deep cry, tingles of pleasure flowed all over my body. He began to lick and suck at my pussy, sucking and tonguing my clit while his fingers moved in and out. My body twisted on the couch and I bit my finger, moaning as he worked.

"Mmm," Trevor said, "I see you like that."

"It feels good." I moaned girlishly.

It was true; I actually like a guy between my legs. I should have been mortified, but all I could think was how much more of this pleasure I wanted. My legs spread wider as my hands touched my own breast, squeezing them as I was eaten. God, it felt so good, and part of me was happy I had become a pox girl. I tried to tell myself that was ridiculous, that I shouldn't be enjoying this. But my body betrayed me and I moaned again, lost in the feelings of Trevor's tongue and lips.

Meanwhile, Kaitlin was shaking like crazy as Jack licked her pussy, but then finally stopped and pushed him up. She had a half crazed goofy grin on her face and an excited sparkle in her eyes.

"Wait," She said, "Ah wanna try sucking your cock."

Jack raised an eyebrow at this, but grinned, "Really?"

"Yeah, really." Kaitlin nodded with enthusiasm, "So pop that puppy out an' lemme get it in mah mouth."

Smiling, Jack suggested, "Why don't you pop it out for me?"

Kaitlin bit her lip, excitement showing all over her face, "Oooo, ah like that idea."

She leaned forward, running her hands over his pants, feeling his hard penis under the material. She then began to rapidly undo them, like a kid opening a Christmas present. She yanked down his pants and let his stiff cock out. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw it. It was like she had completely forgotten that she used to be a guy. Forgotten, or just didn't care. Her eyes practically sparkled as it came into view.

And truthfully, so did mine. A chill and shiver of excitement ran through me as I saw his exposed cock. My face flushed as I felt turned on by the sight.

"Mmmm." Kaitlin cooed, "Ah've seen this big ol' thing before, but it's mighty excitin' now.

"Why do you try a taste?" Jack suggested.

Kaitlin leaned down and gave his penis a lick, running her tongue up and down the length of it. She ran her lips over the sides and over the tip before slipping it into her mouth and starting to suck. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking on his dick like she really knew what she was doing. Her body moved with and wiggled as she did so, and it was obvious that she really liked what she was doing. Her hand slipped between her legs and she started masturbating herself.

Inspired by what they were seeing, David and Mark pushed Sandi slowly down on her knees between them. She obediently did as she was told as the two of them undid their pants and pulled their dicks out. I found myself waiting in anticipation for them to appear, only to miss the reveal when Trevor found a sensitive spot in my pussy and I shuddered, closing my eyes as I cried out.

Sandi was looking between the two of them, with that same lost little puppy look she'd had before. Tentatively she took David's cock in her hand and gave the tip a tiny lick. She tried again, and again, something rising up inside her. It wasn't long before she slipped the entire cock between her lips and started sucking it, timidly at first, but soon was bobbing her head up and down with as much fervor as Kaitlin was. She moved over to Mark and began to suck his, and then alternated between the two of them. I don't mind telling you she looked hot like that, down on her knees with two cocks in her moth. Her body was twisting as she sucked, she was obviously turned on by what she was doing.

"I wonder if I'd look so hot doing that?" I wondered, and then blushed when I realized I had spoken out loud.

Trevor stopped eating me, and stood up, "Why don't we find out?"

My face flushed again, but I had no will to stop. He stood up in front of me and started to unbuckle his pants. The further he got, the more excited I got, waiting for his penis to be visible. God, I wanted so bad just to see it. I felt fluid soaking my pussy as he pulled his zipper down and dropped his pants. I felt my tongue snake out a little and lick my lips as his hard penis came into view, stiff and ready, almost inviting me to take it in my hands and in my mouth. I knew it was pointless to resist, as much as part of me wanted to.

My heart hammering in my chest, I took his dick in my hands and began to stroke it. I felt shivers run over my body as I felt the soft skin under my hands, feeling the engorged organ under my fingers. The mere fact that I was touching his dick was turning me on. I knew right then that I had to have it my mouth. If terrorists had burst into the room right then and opened fired with machine guns, I'd have still gone right ahead and started sucking his dick.

Needless to say, this was the first dick I had ever sucked. I leaned down and felt it slip between my lips, taking his cock into my mouth and against my tongue. I felt an instant electric tingle in my crotch as I began to suck him, moving my head up and back on his penis, guided totally by instinct, as if I somehow knew exactly what to do. I took it deep in my throat, bobbing my head up and down on his cock. Just the fact that I had his penis in my mouth drove me on, sending shivers all over me.

My hand slipped between my legs and I began to masturbate myself, rubbing my pussy with my fingers in a circular motion. This new organ, my new vagina, was quickly becoming the most important thing on my body. And his dick just felt so good in my mouth, I slurped back and forth and very quickly began to suck with enthusiasm. I couldn't help myself, I loved his cock in my mouth, just being there, naked and sucking him felt amazing.

On the far side of the couch, Kaitlin gleefully lay back on the couch, spreading her legs again. At first I thought she wanted him to eat her out again, but instead she pulled him down with on hand on his shoulder, and guided his cock towards her pussy with the other. Jack looked at her questioningly, but Kaitlin nodded insistently.

With a bit of a smirk, Jack entered her, causing her whole body to shudder as she was penetrated, letting out a long cry. Her eyes opened wide and she gripped his shoulders. Her head tilted back as she moaned. He began to fuck her, moving his dick in and out of her pussy, completely unconcerned that this used to be his roommate Colt. For that matter, Kaitlin seemed unconcerned that she used to be Colt as well. She just thrust her hips and let him bury his staff inside her, a look of ecstasy on her face.

As I gleefully took my frat mate's penis in my mouth, dimly aware that I was throwing away my manhood in the process, David and Mark put Sandi over the couch on her hands and knees. They spread her legs wide as Sandi looked back at them over her shoulder, apprehensive and a little frightened. Still she made no move to stop them, her eyes still sparkling with the same lust that was driving me.

Mark rubbed his dick over her pussy, slipping it in the crack of her ass, causing her to moan and coo with pleasure in spite of her herself. He pushed it into her, slipping easily into her pussy as she jerked her body, moaning and closing her eyes. He started fucking her right away, making her low moans turn into high pitched squeals as she rocked back and forth. Her large breasts slapped together as she was fucked.

"Oh! Oh! Oh mi dios, eso es bueno!" She groaned, "Oh, that feels so good!"

Fucking her hard, Mark said, "Oh, you like that, don't you?"

"Oh, Si!" Sandi moaned, "I love it. Fuck me harder!"

Someone else had just given up the man card, and I knew I was close to doing the same. But I was too turned on to care with that big juicy cock in my mouth. I sucked hard and wildly, rubbing myself between the legs.

Sitting on the top of the couch in front of Sandi, David guided her mouth back on his dick, slipping it between her lips as Mark fucked her from behind. She wasted no time, sucking his cock rigorously with no hesitation; bobbing her head up and down and her body shook from Mark's thrusts. The slapping sound filled the room, mingling with Kaitlin's cries of ecstasy.

It looked like Santos was totally gone and only Sandi was left, a naked, writhing little slut with two cocks inside her. I couldn't help but realized that I liked her better this way.

Gripping my shoulders, Trevor pushed me off his cock and back down on the couch. He kissed my lips, which I eagerly returned, and then spread my legs wide with both hands, pornographically exposing my girl's parts again. I flushed, excited at showing them off now. My heart was thumping rapidly, I knew what was coming. He was going to put it inside me. I was about to get fucked, and there'd be no coming back from that. But I had no desire to fight it; I wanted it too much, that big huge cock in my new, unused, pussy.

Instead of putting it in, Trevor rubbed the shaft of it up and down against my vagina. I moaned and twisted my hips, feeling his manhood against my pussy, so tantalizingly close to penetration. Even so, just this felt really good, and rubbed my pussy against it, feeling the stiff flesh as it brushed against my clit. I bit my finger, moaning as he teased me. My other hand ran across my breasts, touching them and teasing the nipples.

"Do you want my cock inside you?" Trevor asked, that frustrating but attractive teasing present in his voice as well.

"Yes, please, put it in me." I begged.

God, I was so submissive. I had no idea why I was like this all of a sudden, but I wanted him to take control, to force me to submit.

He leaned forward, gripping the base of his cock, and pushed it into my brand new pussy. I gasped and arched my back as I was penetrated, feeling his penis slip inside of me. He pushed all the way in and then started to fuck me, moving in and out, thrusting his hips at me. I twisted and let out long moans under him, barely believing how much I liked this. I was trembling and shuddering in pleasure as his dick did its work, moving in and out and plunging deep inside my slit.

I gripped his back and ground my body against his, kissing his lips as he screwed me. This was it, there was no going back. Whatever masculinity was left in me was gone the minute he put his penis inside me. I arched my back again and moaned; I knew that I was his slut now, no matter what, I had become a naked, needful whore, begging for a dick inside of me. Funny thing was, I no longer had a problem with that. In fact, living out the rest of my life as a horny sexy tramp was actually kind of appealing. I could imagine myself, constantly surrounded by guys willing to give me their cocks, and the thought was suddenly exciting.

I moaned and cried out in pleasure as my pussy was filled with is manhood. I bit my lip, feeling wild and unhinged; crazy for the bliss I found between my legs. I had heard that pox girls experienced twice as much pleasure as regular people, and now I could believe it.

Between my cries, I could hear a conversation at the far end of the couch.

"Really?" Jack was saying, "You'll let me do that?"

"Ah wanna try it." Kaitlin told him, "Jist be careful, okay?"

With a big naughty girl look on her face, Kaitlin rolled over on her hands and knees; pressing her head on the top of the couch on folded arms. She spread her knees wide and raised her hips to him, licking her lips in anticipation.

To my surprise, he pushed his cock against her ass and then slid into her. She jerked and yelped as her ass was penetrated, Jack's large dick pushing deeper and deeper into her ass. It was unbelievable, that she would let him do that. Sure, I'd met lots of regular girls who liked it up the butt, but Kaitlin had been Colt yesterday. It was so submissive of her. Curiosity rose in me, would I let someone do that to me?

"Ouchie! Ouchie! Ah said be careful!" Kaitlin cried.

Jack eased up, but continued pushing in as Kaitlin's body convulsed and she bit her lip. As he started to fuck her, her body relaxed a little and she began to moan a little as she rubbed her pussy. To my astonishment, she began to quickly enjoy it, rocking back and forth and groaning in pleasure as she took the penis deep into her ass.

"Ah, yeah, that's the spot." She cried, "Oh, this rocks!"

Her wild pleasure had not lost itself on Sandi, who was watching her while she was fucked in pretty much the same position. She licked her lips, watching as Kaitlin was driven into more fits of squeals, taking it up the ass with relish. I could see that seeing the expression of bliss on Kaitlin's face, she was becoming as curious about the forbidden act as I was.

Mark pulled out of Sandi and came around in front of her while David switched places with him and got behind her. He glanced once at Kaitlin, and then with an evil grin, he pressed his dick into Sandi's ass instead of her pussy. Her eyes bulged wide as she felt him inside her.

"Aye! No existe! Sea amable!" Sandi wailed, gritting her teeth as she was sodomized.

"Shut up, bitch." David admonished her, "You like it!"

Not exactly Mr. Romance. I winced, realizing I'd said that to girls before. Now it just sounded hurtful and cruel. Was I really that big of an asshole before?

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Sandi's yelps of pain to turn into squeals of pleasure. Her big eyes bulged wide at first, but after a while of getting used to what was being done to her, she rolled them back in her head and began to move with enjoyment. Her moans were low and guttural, and she actually bit the edge of the couch before swallowing Mark's cock again, sucking it with all the enthusiasm of someone who'd been doing it for years.

Her cries and grunts, muffled as they were by Mark's dick, were mingling with Kaitlin's in a bizarre symphony of sodomy, both pox girls yelping with glee as they were fucked up the ass. Sandi's huge breasts flopped together and smacked against each other as she was fucked, her head bobbing up and down on Mark's penis as she gleefully sucked it. She was one of those wild sluts that we would have picked up just a day ago, like one of the Row girls we fucked all the time: Unhinged, whorish, and wonderfully trampy.

Suddenly, Trevor was pulling out of me. I looked up at him, afraid that he was going to cum already. He pushed my legs all the way back to my ears, rubbing his penis across my pussy again. Wit my legs rolled back, I was again completely exposed, and everything naughty I had was in full view. I rolled my hips back at him, rubbing my pussy against the shaft of his dick, moans escaping from my lips.

He ginned at me evilly, "Guess where you're gettin' screwed next?"

He placed the tip of his penis against the rim of my asshole.

I heard myself say, "Please put it in my ass."

Did I say that?

He pushed forward and savagely entered me with no prep. Pain shot through me and I convulsed as he shoved inside my ass. Did he have to be so mean to me? Why couldn't he treat me more gently? And why the hell was I thinking like this? He pushed further and further as I yelped and cried with pain, deeper and deeper until he was all the way in and then he started to fuck me hard, sodomizing me cruelly, making me shriek with pain. It hurt, and it hurt like hell, but I made no move to stop him, and I realized I was completely dominated by him. All I could do was grip his shoulders and wait for it to be over.

Suddenly, guilt flooded me: This was what One Eye must have felt like last night. She'd been giving me pleasure and I'd repaid her with abuse. Sure, she liked it later, but at first she'd felt like I did now. She'd been so sexy and fun; I suddenly realized how awful it had been of me to treat her the way I had. I almost wanted to cry as a flood of regret washed over me mingling with the pain.

A hand gripped one of mine, and I realized it was Sandi's. She was watching me with sparkling eyes, enjoying the sight of my anal violation. I gripped her hand back, realizing that the pain had begun to subside as my rectum got used to the new invader.

The pain diminished and soon there was nothing; only the feeling of pressure inside me as he screwed me fast and hard. And then, little by little, the pleasure started. I really began to enjoy it, the feeling of his dick up my ass. It was a totally different kind of penetration; my pussy feeling like it was being fucked from the inside out. My cries were now cries of joy, as began to roll my hips, driving him deeper in my ass. He held me in place, fucking me hard and mercilessly, taking me whether I liked it or not. I was being transformed again, I realized, made over into a little anal fiend. And I had no problem with it.

I closed my eyes and rolled my head back, twisting my body, making my breasts slide back and forth. All at once, I felt Sandi's hand on my hip. It slid down over my thigh and then touched my vagina, rubbing my clit slowly. I reached under her body, slipping my own finger between her legs and rubbed her. We both masturbated each other while we were getting fucked in the ass.

She pulled Mark's cock out of her mouth and smiled at me. I leaned up and we kissed each other. We were no longer guys anymore, just two horny sluts getting our asses reamed and that's what we wanted to be. I had always thought that all girls secretly wanted it up the ass. Now I realized that was just projecting along with wishful thinking since apparently, it was I who had secretly wanted it up the ass. At least I did as soon as I was a girl, so maybe I was right after all.

Though our enthusiasm was nothing compared to Kaitlin's, who had switched positions and was now on top of Jack and riding him, still getting it in her ass while she rubbed her pussy. She was yelping and squealing with undisguised pleasure, thrusting up and down and taking his cock deep in her ass. Her pussy looked like a damn had broken, she was so wet.

"Yee ha!" She cried, "Fuck me, cowboy!"

"Oh my god, you're the bomb, Kaitlin!" Jack quipped as he fucked her.

"Yer cock iz the bomb, suge." She insisted, throwing her head back and moaning.

Inspired a little, I rolled Trevor over on his back, without letting his cock out of my butt. But as I get ready to ride him, he had other ideas.

"Let's try reverse cowboy instead." He suggested.

You know, I'd always thought that was something people only did in porno movies and home sex videos so the camera could see more, but I decided to give it a try. I eased myself around, rotating my body on his dick, moaning as I felt it turning inside me. Once I was all the way around, I spread my legs wide and leaned back and began to move up and down. He reached around me and squeezed my tits and as he thrust up into my ass. Since the couch pointed towards the front door, anyone who came in through the door would now have a perfectly unobstructed view of my naked pussy and my cock filled ass. I found myself wishing someone would.

And to my surprise, reverse cowboy position felt really awesome. I guess it wasn't just a video thing.

I moved up and down, taking the cock deep into my ass. There was not a shred of me that was not a total little anal slut now, and I was loving it.

Suddenly, Mark got up from in front of Sandi and came around in front of me. He reached down and pushed me all the way back on top of Trevor so I was laying flat on my back on top of him. Trevor continued pumping my ass and my legs stayed spread wide. Gripping his hard cock, Mark leaned over me, moving down lower and lower, a mischievous look on his face.

He was going to put it in my pussy, I realized. I was about to get double penetrated. I think my eyes bulged with the realization that I was about to have two cocks inside of me. Unlike everything else, I was going to be the first one of the three of us to try this.

The thought was exciting, but I was angry at the same time. No one had asked me if I wanted to do this. I mean, sure, I would have said yes in the horny state I was in, but they could have asked, it was only fair.

A small voice in the back of my head telling me that this was the way I had treated girls myself before. The unwelcome guilt rose again; what a lousy shit I'd been.

My thoughts were shattered as Mark entered me, pushing his cock into my pussy and making me gasp with feeling. Trevor's cock was buried deep in my ass, fucking me hard, and suddenly Mark's penis was deep in my pussy. He started to fuck me as well, moving in and out of my pussy, both cocks spreading me wide and filling my body, sending me into spasms of pleasure.

Still kneading my breasts, Trevor jammed his dick deep in my ass while I gripped Mark's back, moaning and gasping as they both fucked me. He kissed me, jamming his tongue deep in my mouth, a favor I returned. At that moment, I loved being a slutty girl like this. I groaned and cried out in pleasure as both boys put it to me.

"Oh, this is great!" I cried, "Oh, fuck me!"

After this, it's all sort of a haze; a general blur of flesh, cocks and pussies. I know that at one point Sandi was taking up the ass reverse cowboy style and I was down on the floor on my knees eating her pussy while someone (I can't remember who) was fucking my ass but good. And I remember being in a sixty nine with Kaitlin, eating each other out while guys fucked us in the ass on either side. There was no denying that we weren't just sluts, we were anal sluts to boot.

I have a vague recollection of a cock in between Sandi's enormous tits, and dicks and pussies constantly on my mouth. The rest of it is a blur of flesh and pleasure as I lost myself in a sea of skin, panting and moaning as one person after another made love to me, sending me into spasms of ecstasy. I was their little slutty whore and I loved being that way for them.

My next solid memory is of pleasure building inside me. I could hear Kaitlin squealing with an orgasm. I had somehow gotten on top of Jack and was riding him with his cock in my pussy. David was behind me fucking me up the ass, and I was wiggling between them, moaning and yelping as I felt the pleasure rise from within me. It didn't take long for the orgasm to explode from inside me, sending waves and waves of pleasure all over my body, causing me to writhe in delight.

"Ah! I'm cumming! I'm fuck'n cumming, oh, I feel good!" I yelped as I came.

The orgasm was much more intense then any I had ever had as a guy, and I was reminded of how sexual pox girls were. I shuddered and moaned until the pleasure subsided, my whole body trembling with bliss. I could hear Sandi's moans mingling with mine as she reached her own climax. My lips trembled as the pleasure ran through me.

And then, suddenly, all the guys shoved us down on the floor next to each other on our knees. They surrounded us, offering up their cocks. We didn't need to be told, we began sucking them off one at a time, bobbing our heads on their cocks and kissing each other in between, our hands rubbing each other between our legs as we did so. One by one the guys moaned and ejaculated, and like the little horny sluts we now were, we lapped it all up. I found the taste of cum wasn't bad, sort of like salty milk. It was hard to believe I was thinking like this, the idea of swallowing cum would have made me barf yesterday, but it seemed like this was who I was now.

We all ended up back on the couch, naked and laying around spent in this big fleshy human pretzel. It was a long time before anyone said anything. We simply lay there, breathing heavy, comforted by the feeling each other's skin. I felt almost completely and totally feminine now, as if I'd never even had a dick. Quietly and serenely, I accepted my new life as Monique.

Finally, David spoke up, "Dude, these chicks are HOT even though they used to guys. We should keep them here in the frat house, like our own personal fuck dolls."

"Yeah," Jack replied, "They're already members. They should just live here with us, and then we can fuck 'em whenever we want."

I was conscious and resentful of the fact that they were talking about us like property, but the thought of living here and getting a steady stream of orgasms and big cocks was too tempting to resist. I just smiled, blearily thinking that sounded like a great idea.

Trevor stroked my naked thigh, "Then it's settled, they stay here as our BTK's own private party girls."

"Yay!" I hear Sandi giggle.

Kaitlin piped up, "That soundz good, but ah . . ."

She was interrupted by the front door opening up and several figures entering the room. I was suddenly turned on again, mainly by the thought of being found here, naked and having obviously been having sex. I was surprised to see four girls walk into the house.

I recognized the first one right away, Sherrie the head of Row Theata Chi house, decked out in a pair of black booty shorts and a tight white RTC T-shirt. Two of the others were Row girls that I only vaguely knew, dressed the same way but one of them carrying a large black bag. But the third one was definitively someone I recognized right away, all decked out in a leather Jap punk outfit that fit with her odd blue hair.

"One Eye-chan!" I said happily if blearily, "Come join the party."

"Woah, shinji rarenai! Morgan is that you?" She asked.

"It's Monique now." I grinned at her.

She smiled, "Ooo, I like it."

One of the other Row girls piped up, "There's three of them. I thought you said there were only two."

One Eye shrugged, "Monique only mentioned two on the phone."

Jack stood up, displaying his manhood, "Hey girls, waddaya say we get this party started again?"

Sherrie grinned, eyeing his cock with desire, but waved him off, "Sounds like fun, but we're just here to pick up our new sisters."

It took us a second to realize they meant us.

Trevor got defensive, "Hey, you can't just take them. They're members of Beta House, they belong here."

Sherrie replied, "Dude, you're a fraternity, you can't have female members. Anyways, you'd probably just exhaust them. Besides, they're pox girls, and that automatically makes them Row girls."

I looked down at their shirts and realized something. Why hadn't I noticed that before? The shirts were emblazoned with the Greek letters for Row, Theata and Chi: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epsilon?, ?, ?! Looking remarkably like P-O-X. No wonder the Row girls was so wild and horny, they all used to be guys! They were all pox girls! My mind almost swam as I made the connections: Row house was an all pox girl sorority!

The girl with the bag reached inside it and pulled out a several white shirts and black booty shorts, coming forward and handing them to myself, Sandi and Kaitlin.

Mark complained, "Awe, common, you can't just take them."

Sherrie said, "Dude, they're Row girls now: We practically live at Beta House part time. They'll be at your next party ready for more fun, don't worry. But trust me on this; they have a lot of adjusting to do. Do any of you guys know how to adjust to a change of gender?"

Needless to say, none of them did, Sherri continued, "They're better off with us; we can help them accept their new lives, and teach them how to be girls. But they'll come around for fun just like the rest of us, so don't get so down."

They guys grumbled but relented and the three of us quickly got dressed and the other Row girls led us out, as we waved goodbye to our former frat mates. As we made our way down the sidewalk, we talked a little bit.

"Awe nuts." Sandi pouted, "I was looking forward to living there."

"I know it sounds like fun, but you're irresistible to guys now." One Eye told her.

"Yeah, we're all secrete'n pheromones." Kaitlin told her, "With that many drunk 'ol frat boys around us, they could literally fuck us to death. Y'all don't want that."

"Besides, it's a fraternity." One Eye-chan told her, "They can't teach you how to do hair and make up and stuff that a girl should know. Also, the university'll never let you live there anyways."

"Nor the State either." Kaitlin chimed in again, "It's actually against state law for universities to sponsor co habitational institutes for students, so therez no way that'll happen."

I stared at Kaitlin as another revelation hit me, "Oh my god! You're smart!"

Kaitlin, not unreasonably, was taken aback by the remark, "Well . . . yeah, ah git all As. Ahm here on an academic scholarship. How'd ya think a poor ol' farm boy like me made it here?"

"I thought you were here on a sports scholarship." I admitted.

Kaitlin had to laugh, "You though ah was some dumb ol' hick riding a football scholarship?"

"Well, yeah." I said, embarrassed.

"People are more then what they appear." Kaitlin said firmly.

Boy that was true. And sometimes people were a lot more inside they even they knew.

I leaned over and kissed her mouth, "I'm sorry."

We continued down the walkway, toward Row house. I was giddy and excited now, anxious to start my new life as Row Sister Monique. I really loved being a girl, especially being a hot girl who everyone wanted to fuck. Yeah, I was a slut, but it sure was fun being one. The future suddenly looked a whole lot brighter then it had when I'd woken up that morning. I couldn't wait to try on make up and go shopping for clothes. I started thinking about all the kinds of cute outfits that I would like to buy. This looked to be the first day of a really fun life.

But I still didn't know how I was gonna explain this to my parents.