Ashley & Danni "Girls Will Be Boys"

by pulsar

Danni came home that fateful spring afternoon of her eighth-grade year in quite a stir. She struggled to hold back tears as she sat down at the dinner table with the family, yet Tammy knew instinctively that all was not well. "Okay dear, let's have it! Something didn't go well at school."

"I don't want to talk about it!" protested Danni.

"Now Danni, if something's going on, then we need to know," asserted Tammy.

"Mom, I…" suddenly, tears began to roll down her cheeks. "It's nothing, okay?!"

"Danni, are you having some social problems?" asked Tammy.

"I swear, I've put up with their crap enough!" she suddenly cried. "Maybe it's time I start breaking some noses!"

Tammy sighed. "Oh dear," she mumbled. "Look, it will pass soon. I mean, kids can be so immature at this age but… well, most of them will outgrow it one day."

"All day long, they call me 'Danni the dyke' and stuff like that!" she protested as she began to cry. "And all I was doing was minding my own business! Why can't they mind theirs!?"

"Well, as I just said, kids can be immature. And the way they're brought up these days…"

"Here, I'm sorry but I'm just not hungry." And with that, she shoved her plate aside, leapt up from the table, and raced to her room.

At that point, Tammy too began to shed some tears. "Oh Ricky, what are we going do?" she said. "I mean, I know this is a difficult age, with her being fourteen, but it's supposed to be the best time of your life and here she is miserable."

"I… I don't know," he mumbled. "I'm not sure what we can do. Sometimes kids just have to be strong and ride it out."

Then Robbie pushed his plate aside as well. "I'm not hungry either," he declared.

"Oh, for God's sake, Robbie, eat!" insisted Tammy. "You're skin and bones! You need your protein and your greens!"

That evening, Danni dried her eyes as she prepared for bed. She quickly opened her Bible for a few moments before placing back on the nightstand. "What kind of a sick world is this?" she mumbled into the nothingness. "For loving Ashley, I'm treated like some kind of freak! What's wrong with loving Ashley? Isn't that what you want, 'love one another?'" She sighed as she wiped another tear. "I'm a freaking reject! I mean, I… was tossed in a trash can right after I was born! What kind of a sign is that?" And with that, she shamefully wiped her tears again, thinking herself quite wimpy.

Yet there came voice from her door. "Honey, you're NOT a reject," said a tearful Tammy.

"Mom!" gasped Danni, now realizing her mother had eavesdropped.

"Look dear, I'm sorry but I'm really worried about you."

"I'll be fine."

Yet Tammy entered the room and sat down on her bed. "Danni, honey, you're neither a freak nor a reject," she assured her as she dared to stroke her daughter's 'Beatles Mop' of a haircut. "Just the opposite. I took you OUT of the trash can. I claimed you for my own. And somewhere up above came a voice, 'Daughter, behold your mother; mother behold your daughter.' And I'm proud of how you've turned out so far. Now don't let those kids get the best of you. Just keep doing the right thing like your father said, and one day they'll respect you. Just be patient."

"I'll try, Mom," sniffled Danni.

"Now get some rest dear," coaxed Tammy as she covered Danni with the bedding and turned out the light.

And thus Danni lay in the darkness, angry and hurt. How she longed for vengeance against her tormentors! Yet she resolved to withhold her own brand of justice for the time being. However, all she could do was toss and turn in bed. "Why couldn't I have been born normal?" she mumbled. "Why me? I didn't ask to be born to like girls or to… to like boy stuff better but I can't help it. It's just the way I am. I tried to be normal, but I'm not. Why didn't you let me be born a boy? Then no one would give me a hard time over loving Ashley, huh? I mean… I can't stop loving her. There's no way I can face life in this sick world without her. I need her and I just can't give her up. Why did I have to be born a girl? Why wasn't I made a boy…"

Somehow, she drifted off. When, she knew not, but she sure knew when she woke up! "Danny? Daniel O'Banion! Are we nodding off?" She opened her eyes to stare into the irate face of Mrs. McCarthy, her history teacher. "Are you ready to pass the test on Friday?"

"Oh… uh… yes ma'am," she assured. "No less than a 'B'!"

"I hope so," she replied. "But why not an 'A'?"

"Oh, uh… okay, an 'A' it is!"

Danni looked around the classroom to see the other students snickering at her. She felt somewhat delirious, never recalling how she got there, yet at the time, it all seemed natural. And across the aisle was Matt, one of her fellow Star Wars geeks and companions dating back to elementary school. "Man, you sure pissed her off," he said with a whisper. "You were snoring!"

"I was?"

"Yeah, it was cool!"

Eventually, class was over and Danni rose with her backpack on her shoulder, yet suddenly she realized she felt very different. Then it occurred to her! She was not a 'she' at all! She was a boy! Her clothes were the same and quite fitting, being in a 'Transformers' tee, athletic shorts and tennis shoes, yet something felt different. "Holy crap!" she mumbled. "I… I'm a boy after all! I must have been dreaming I was a girl when I fell asleep. Oh-mah-gawd, that dream was sooooo gay!"

Yet she nervously entered the restroom marked 'boys' and found some of her familiar colleagues standing at the urinals. 'Hmmmm, this ought to be interesting,' she thought. And thus she bashfully approached the porcelain structure mounted on the wall, untied the drawstring of her shorts, only to behold a boy's part! Nevertheless, she relaxed her bladder to experience urination while standing. 'Ooooooh yeah,' she thought. 'Boys have it made! I swear, having to squat to pee was Eve's other curse!'

Yet even before she made it out of the restroom, one of the school punks began to point and laugh. "Whoa, Danny boy! You know you look really gay in those shorts!"

"So, what's wrong with them?"

"They're short-shorts! Y'know, faggot stuff!"

"They're running shorts! So what? Besides, I've got the muscles for 'em!" she asserted as she flexed her quads.

But the punk only laughed. "You should go into the girls bathroom! You're not MAN enough for this one!"

"Like you have room to talk," snapped Danni. "Besides, if I were gay, I wouldn't have a girlfriend, which I do, so shove it!"

"Oh yeah? Well how about I kick your ass right here, you little faggot!"

"Go for it!" Danni cried boldly. The punk stood head and shoulders over her, yet somehow did not seem too anxious to throw a punch. They just stood sizing each other up. "Just as I thought! But if you ever wanna take a swing, you'll know where to find me." And thus she left the boy's room.

Yet as she walked down the hallway, she could hear some giggling and snickering behind her back, mostly from the 'airhead' preppy girls. She dared to turn about to look, only see them quickly turn their heads, still giggling and smirking. "Man, what's you chics' problem?" she said snidely. "You bimbos are always giggling!"

"Oh-mah-gawd," they said, once again snickering and covering their mouths.

"Yeah, whatever," mumbled Danni before moving on.

"Danny! You're such a goober!"

"And we know exactly the kind you are," she muttered under her breath. "Today the hallway-- tomorrow the street corner!"

Eventually, lunch time came and she joined her usual clique, consisting mostly of the bespectacled Star Wars/Star Trek geeks, as they were known to the masses. "Hey Dan!" said Matt.

"Danny!" added Tom.

"Hey dudes," she said. For once, she felt completely normal seated among them.

"So Dan, who you think is hotter between Padme and Leia?" asked Mark.

"Oh… I dunno. Not really into either one of them. But you know who was really hawt? The young Aunt Beru! Too bad they didn't give her any lines."

"Aunt Beru?"

"Yeah, she was awesome!"

Yet there came a round of laughter at the table. Suddenly, Matt took a big gulp of milk and then let out a boisterous belch. "Ooooh yeah," he sighed proudly.

The rest of the boys at the table burst into laughter, yet Danni found herself rather revolted. "Awww man? That's nasty!" she protested.

"What? What's wrong with you?" queried Matt.

"Did you have to do that? I mean, that was friggin' gross!"

Matt suddenly burst out laughing. "What are you? A girl? Don't be such a wuss!"

"A wuss?"

"Yeah, first you wear those skimpy shorts to school and then you don't like a nice loud belch? You'd be better off a girl!"

"You never used to do that a lunch," protested Danni.

"Oh, c'mon! We always belch," assured Matt.

"Yeah!" added Tom, who in turn took a gulp and likewise released a thunderous burp. "See?"

'Oh-mah-gawd, what's wrong with these people,' thought Danni. 'They never did this before… at least not around me.'

And come the afternoon, Danni faced more snickers and giggles heard behind her back. No one wanted to confront her, yet were content to torment then ignore her. Finally, the dismissal bell rang and Danni pulled the old familiar skateboard from her locker. Once outside, she dropped it to the ground and began to skate away. She slalomed past a few sassy-dressed nymphs on the sidewalk. Yet they snickered all the while. "Daniel, you're such a dweeb!" they chided.

Yet she came to a complete stop and turned to face them. She raised her arms and flexed her larger-than-average biceps, and then her thigh muscles. "Ever see these on a geek?" she said.

Yet the girls shrieked in uncontrollable laughter. "Oh-mah-gaaawwwd! What a geek!"

"I swear, you girls are soooo shallow!" scorned Danni, before riding away.

Eventually, she skated up to the elementary school, her old 'alma-matter.' She lurked among the crowd until she spied Ashley at the bike racks unlocking her pink bicycle for her ride home. "Hey there, good looking!" she cried out.

Ashley looked up and she too giggled. "Oh-mah-gawd, Danny! Daniel O'Banion!"

"Of course it's me!" said Danni, once again flexing her muscles for her as she had always done before.

Yet Ashley giggled again. "Oh, Danny! You're so silly!"

"Silly?"

"Yeah, you're a silly boy!"

"Maybe so! But that's why you love me!"

"Huh?"

"What d-ya mean, 'huh?' You're my girlfriend!"

Once again, Ashley shrieked and giggled.

"You are sooooo silly!" she said. "I'm not your girlfriend and you're not my boyfriend."

"But Ash… remember all those times? I mean… that first magic moment at the doctor's office? And all those afternoons?"

"Doctor's office?"

"Look Ash! Who on this planet loves you more than me? Huh? Tell me!"

Ashley sighed. "Now Danny, you may be a sweet guy. Weird, but sweet. But actually, I don't have a boyfriend and I'm not looking for one. I mean, boys are sooo… soooo… uh, I don't know. They're just… well, I just don't want a boyfriend. Bleah!"

"But Ash… what about… I mean… don't you remember?" pled Danni, wondering how Ashley could so easily dismiss all their erotic encounters and passionate love-making.

"Look, I've gotta get home, okay. I'm sure there are nice girls in your class."

"Ashley! Wait! I always go home with you! It's safer, remember!?"

"Danny, puh-leeze!" groaned Ashley. "I've gotta get home. My mom said so. Now go flirt with someone else. I don't want a boyfriend. And if you must know, I'd rather have… well, I'd rather have a… a… well, a GIRLfriend! Okay? Now see ya' round."

And thus Ashley peddled her bicycle down the sidewalk away from the school. But Danni desperately followed on her skateboard. "Ashleeeeee!" she cried out. "Will you at least hear me out?"

"Danny, please! Leave me alone!"

"But Ashley, I LOVE you! I'm the one who loves you!" cried Danni, now unable to fight the tears in her eyes.

"I don't want a boyfriend!" cried Ashley again.

"But Ash… I… I'm not really a boy!" Danni dared to cry out. "I'm a girl! I'm really a girl! Remember? My name's Danielle! I'm a girl!"

"Yeah, whatever! Please, go away!"

"But I am!" cried Danni. "I'll prove it!" Yet when she yanked the bow knot of her drawstring shorts, she looked down to realize she was so endowed with a boy's anatomy. "Nooooo!" cried Danni as she quickly tied the string back. "This is impossible. I swear I was a girl! Oh GOD, what have you done to me! I'm a girl! Remember? I'm a girl! I'm a girl…"

"…I'm a girl!" mumbled Danni as she opened her eyes, only to find herself in the familiar confines of her bedroom. She shook her head to cast off her sleepy state and force her mind back to reality. "I'm a girl," she muttered. Yet just to make sure, she slid her hand down her cotton shorts she slept in. "Definitely a girl!" she concluded. And so she forced herself out of bed on that Saturday morning and took one long glance of the framed picture of Ashley on her dresser. "Oh Ashley! My sweet Ashley, I love you soooo much," she mumbled to the photo as if she were actually present. And so she then dropped to the floor for her morning push-ups and sit-ups.

A short time later, Robbie was sitting at the breakfast table eating his morning 'Pop-Tart' when Danni came striding in bashfully, attempting to act as nonchalant as possible. Yet to his surprise, there she stood in a pink polo shirt, sandals, and a rather short black skort! And not only that, she had dangling earrings hanging from her lobes, rather than the tiny gold studs. And thus he froze in time and space, staring as his 'tomboy' sister traipsed about the kitchen to prepare her breakfast.

He stared completely bewildered as she popped the bread into the toaster and poured her milk. But Danni finally turned to make eyes at him. "What?! What's your deal?"

"Uh… uh… you're in a skirt! And you're wearing pink!" he said in astonishment.

"SO? You're acting as if you'd never seen a girl in a skirt before!" she said innocently. "Besides, they're shorts! See?" With that, she turned around to reveal the shorts in back.

"Gee, I was never quite sure if you even were a girl!" quipped Robbie.

"Ha! Ha! You are sooooo funny," snapped Danni as she sat down at the table. "Now just eat your pop-tart, you dweeb!"

Robbie only chuckled. "So why are you all 'girly' today?"

"What's it to ya?" replied Danni. "I feel like it! Don't YOU ever feel like dressing girly?"

"Uh… NO!" assured Robbie.

"Sure you do," giggled Danni. "You know, you'd have made a real pretty girl if you were born one."

"Well, I wasn't! So there!" said Robbie. "I'm proud to stand while I pee!" And with that, he took a big gulp of milk and then… 'Beeeeeellllcccchhhh!'

Danni shook her head in disgust. "You do that one more time, and I'll dump your body where it'll never be found!"

"Since when do you care?!"

"Look punk! Just because you HAVE one doesn't mean you should ACT like one!"

"You're really in a prissy-pissy mood today, aren't you?" concluded Robbie. "You used to be fun-loving."

"Look, I had a rough night, okay?!" said Danni. "And I am fun-loving! Just… just don't belch at the table. Save it for your punky friends, 'kay?!"

Robbie shrugged. "Well… okay Sis."

And thus Danni patted him on the head. "You're a good kid, ya lil' dweeb!" And once she finished her toast, she rose from the table. "Well, I'm going to Ashley's. Tell Mom and Dan when they wake up, that I'll be back in time for lunch."

And it was quite a sight to see a girl in a pink shirt and mini-skort rolling down the street on a skateboard. Yet hardly anyone was out at this hour and probably wouldn't have recognized the resident tomboy of the neighborhood if they had been. Yet after passing several streets, Danni came to a halt at Ashley's front door and flipped the skateboard up with her foot.

Soon, the door flung open by Ashley herself, still in her pink baby-doll pajama top and nighttime pull-ups. Several seconds passed before she realized Danni was in a skirt, and thus she shrieked with shock. "Oh-mah-gawd! You're… you're dressed like a girl!" she cried as Danni entered.

"So? I'm a girl, aren't I?"

"Yeah well… well… It looks… cute!"

"You like it?"

"Oh-mah-gawd, yes!" Then she raced down the hall. "Mom! Aunt Brenda! Come quick! Danni's in a skirt!"

"It's a 'skort!'" protested Danni as she turned around again, to reveal they were shorts in the back.

"Whatever, it's a miracle of science! Danni's in girls' clothes!"

"Oh Ash, you're such a brat!" said Danni as she seized upon her. "And I love you sooooo much!"

Suddenly, Krista appeared from the living room where the TV was showing typical Saturday morning cartoons. One sight of Danni and she too let out a shriek. "Aaaaaah! Danni's in a skirt!"

"I already said that," said Ashley.

Suddenly, Brenda and Bianca came down the hall from their bedroom, still clad in their bathrobes, perhaps naked underneath after a night of Sapphic sex. "Danni! Oh-mah-gawd, you're in a skirt!" cried Bianca. "Oh, it's sooooo darling, I've got to get a picture! Don't move!"

"Oh no! Not a picture," groaned Danni.

"Yes! That looks sooooo cute!" gleamed Bianca as she produced her cell phone. "C'mon, give a smile and flex those leg muscles!"

Danni smiled bashfully yet complied. "Gawd, I feel soooooo gay in this get-up!" she said.

Yet Ashley smiled wide and threw her arms around her. "Good! You should feel gay! You ARE gay and I love you!" With that, she kissed her on the cheek. "Oh gaaawwwd, Dan, I want you!" she whispered. "You look soooooo hawt!"

Eventually, the two found themselves locked away in Ashley's bedroom behind the closed door while Krista watched TV and the moms had their coffee. Danni's 'girly' clothes wound up on the floor in a pile with Ashley's bedclothes as the two of them pressed their naked bodies together. "Oh Ash! I just want you to know that nobody in this world could ever love you half as much as I do," assured Danni as she slowly humped her pelvis against her younger lover.

"Ooooh!" moaned Ashley. "Oh Danni! I love feeling your muscular naked body on top of me! I feel sooooo safe and secure!"

"Oh I could spend the whole day just like this," whispered Danni. "Ooooh! Aaaah!" she cooed as she thrust her pelvis, causing her swollen clitoris to grind against Ashley's. "Oh Ash, I'm gonna cum soon!"

"Yes! Yeeeessss! Cum on me, Danni!" moaned Ashley. "I love making you cum!"

And so they humped each other as their slippery wet crotches slurped about. They squeaked and shrieked as each thrust led them closer to the inevitable orgasm. Ashley yelped once when she burst. Danny released a guttural falsetto upon her initial explosion. And as the pleasure waves pulsated throughout their bodies, they left a very wet spot on each other as well as Ashley's bedding.

And as they trembled in their post-orgasmic bliss, they lay beside one another staring into space. "Oh Ashley, if you only knew how much I need you in my life," whispered Danni. "I'll do anything, or be anything you need."

Ashley grinned and turned on her side. "Danni, the only thing I want is for you to just be… just be Danni! Just be the girl I love."

Danni chuckled. "Do you ever wish I was a boy, so you could have a boyfriend instead?"

"Oh God no!" blurted Ashley, quite matter-of-factly. Then, she began to giggle. "Y'know, the first time I saw you was when I was in third-grade and, well… you were in fifth. And I actually thought you were a boy at first, especially with a name like 'Danny.' And I remember thinking like, 'Oh-mah-gawd, what a cute pretty boy. Too bad it's not a girl.'"

"You're kidding! You really thought I was a boy?" queried Danni. "But you wished I was a girl?"

"Well, yeah, at first," confessed Ashley. "Don't you remember?"

Suddenly Danni blushed, her cheeks turning a bright rosy red. "Oh, don't remind me!"

"Awww, but it was soooo funny," giggled Ashley. "I'll never forget the look on your face…"

…Ashley's third-grade school year: Perhaps three weeks into the first term, there walked Danni down the hallway during recess. Ashley couldn't help but to marvel at those muscles and suntanned flesh as the bashful fifth-grader strutted down the hall in her tee and shorts. Yet to her surprise, the curious 'boy' suddenly entered the girls' room. Ashley gasped in shock. "Hey! A boy just went into the girls' restroom," she blurted aloud. "That pervert!" And thus she ran to the nearest teacher who stood monitoring the student traffic in the hall. "Mrs. Butler! Mrs. Butler!" she cried as she tugged on her arm. "A boy just went into the girls' bathroom! I saw him!"

"Are you sure?" asked Mrs. Butler.

"Yeah! Just now," assured Ashley as she pointed to the door.

"Okay, I'll go look." And thus Mrs. Butler approached the door, followed by Ashley. She nervously entered the restroom behind the suspicious teacher, yet when they both rounded the corner, they found it empty at first. "Anybody in here?"

"Yeah, me!" replied Danni's voice. And soon, both Ashley and Mrs. Butler spied the feet beneath the stall just as the toilet flushed loudly. Then, the unwary Danni emerged from the stall.

"There! That's him!" exclaimed Ashley.

Suddenly, Mrs. Butler snickered. "Oh, Danni! It's you," she said somewhat relieved.

"Yeah! Why's Danny in the girl's bathroom?" snapped Ashley.

"Oh Ashley!" chuckled Mrs. Butler. "That's not a boy. Danni's a girl!"

At the sudden revelation, Ashley froze in time and space, completely shocked. "Uh… uh… a gir… a gir…" she stammered.

"Yes, she's a girl!" assured Mrs. Butler. "She's just got big muscles."

"Uh, yeah, I noticed," mumbled Ashley. "Nice… big… beautiful… muscles…"

"What's going on?" asked Danni as she washed her hands.

"Oh, Ashley here thought a boy went into the girls' room," replied Mrs. Butler. "I guess she thought you were a boy with those muscles of yours!"

"Oh, great," murmured Danni under her breath. And so Mrs. Butler walked away, yet Ashley stared in awe and wonder as Danni quickly dried her hands. Knowing those beady sparkly eyes were upon her, Danni finally looked up. "Why! Just why are you staring like that?" demanded an irate Danni.

"You… you… you're a girl!" gasped Ashley.

"Uh… yeah! Very good!" snapped Danni sarcastically. "Say, you're a smart kid! Not bad for a third-grader."

"But I… I… I thought you were a boy," squeaked Ashley.

Danni huffed, feeling insulted once again over her tastes in clothing, hair, and lifestyle. "Well, I thought you were just another cute giggly blonde, and now I realize, you're a super-duper BRAT! See, we all make mistakes." And with that, Danni stormed out of the girl's room quite irate…

"… oh that hurt!" confessed Ashley as she snuggled against Danni. "I mean, there I was, as if all my dreams had come true. That cute 'boy' with the hot bod was a girl after all! Everything was perfect for those few seconds. And then you got mad at me and hated me! The one person I wanted to be with most of all couldn't stand me! I cried after you left the bathroom, y'know. I mean, I wanted to throw my arms around you, and feel you squeeze me tight as you picked me up off the floor."

Danni giggled at Ashley's flashback. "So instead, you spent the rest of the school year annoying the hell out me! God, I couldn't stand you!"

"Well… calling you names was the only way I could get you to pay any attention to me," confessed Ashley.

Danni shook her head. "Oh Ash, you are sooooo gay!" she said. "I mean, name-calling to get someone's attention? That is soooo boyish!"

"Oh, but I loved it when you chased me on the playground," confessed Ashley. "And I loved it when you caught me!"

"You're lucky I didn't clobber you!" said Danni.

"Oh, I could just tell that you were too sweet and gentle to do anything mean," said Ashley. "Oh, I was sooooo deeply in love. At it wasn't until the first day of school the next year that you finally got on top of me naked!"

"Mmmph!" grunted Danni. "And that's what you wanted all along."

"Yeah, well, I have you now! You're mine!"

"And you're mine!" added Danni, as she reached down to squeeze Ashley's wet cunny. "And this is mine too!"

Finally, they both dressed again before the two moms would start wondering what was going on behind the closed doors. Once Danni stood in her skort and pink tee again, she stared into the mirror on Ashley's dresser. "Gee, I look soooooo gay!" she mumbled with a grin.

"Oh Dan-Dan, I love it! I think you look sooooo cute!"

"So you want me like this from now on?"

"Oh Danni, just be yourself," assured Ashley. "I mean, when I look at you, I see a pretty girl… a girl of my dreams. You look great in your gym garb, your track suit, your soccer uniform, and even that. No matter what you wear, I think you're a pretty girl."

"But you thought I was a boy, once," protested Danni.

"I'm sure I wasn't the only one. But still, I thought for a boy, you looked like a flaming fag!"

"And when I look like a girl, I look like a dyke!" concluded Danni. "Gee, how'd I end up so gay?!"

"I don't know, but I'm sure glad you did," gleamed Ashley as she threw her arms around her. "And I luuuvv being gay! It's soooo fun and it feels sooooo good!" And so Danni squeezed her tightly, prompting Ashley to jump up and wrap her legs about Danni's torso. Their lips met again as they briefly explored each other with their tongues.

Finally, they returned to the living room where Krista sat mesmerized in front of the television. They collapsed on the couch while Krista lay on the floor with her knees bent, flashing her panties unbeknownst. "Nice panties, Red," giggled Danni.

Krista turned around and grinned once, yet otherwise showed no concern. "Where's Robbie?" she asked.

"Oh, he's probably sitting home right now watching 'Clone Wars,'" replied Danni.

"Why didn't he come over with you?"

"Oh, I dunno. Why don't you come down later on after his soccer game? Or better yet, you can go with us to the soccer game and watch him play. Of course, I've got a game after his."

And so later that day, Ashley sat on the bench at the local park as Danni played soccer out on the field. She cheered enthusiastically as she watched her beefy girlfriend run and kick. After the game, Danni was sweaty and stained green with grass. "Oh Danni, you did great!" said Ashley as she approached her. She gave her a big hug in spite of her sweat and grass.

"But we lost," lamented Danni.

"I was talking about this morning!" whispered Ashley with a giggle. "But actually, you looked sooooo hawt out there running around flexing those muscles. I think you're a great soccer player."

Danni smirked. "Well, after a shower, I'm ready to 'ef' your brains out again!"

"Ooooh!" gleamed Ashley. "Would you?"

And so, the following Monday, Danni grew bold and wore a skort to school, matched with sandals and a rugby shirt. She trembled as she walked down the hallway to first-period, knowing she would draw strange looks from both friends and enemies alike who knew her well. Yet she wanted there to be no doubt in anyone's mind (including her own) that she was indeed a girl!

A few eyes stared at her as she took her seat, yet she ignored them and attempted to act as if she had done nothing different. Yet there came a few audible snickers nevertheless. She nervously opened her notebook when class began and began taking notes. Math was her least favorite class and as usual, the teacher would randomly call students up to the board to work out the problems as she lectured. Yet a bad twist of fate came upon her when the teacher called her to the board next. "Danni! Why don't you come and work problem number three!"

"Do I have to?" she asked as she sank in her seat. Suddenly, a round of giggles broke out into the classroom.

"C'mon, let's go!" demanded Mrs. Collins as she held out the chalk.

Danni sighed as she rose from her desk. She tugged on her skort, yet it already hung as low as it would go, well above mid-thigh. She nervously approached the front of the room as she heard a few faint snickers and a soft whistle. She did her best to ignore them, yet she knew all eyes were upon her as she began to work the problem. "Let's see, move the 'X' over to the other side and change the sign from a plus to a minus and…" The giggling and gasping suddenly grew far too distracting. Danni turned to face the class. "Y'all quit!" she demanded.

"Alright people! Calm down and pay attention!" interjected Mrs. Collins.

Danni now wished herself elsewhere, and regretted her clothing choice. Yet there was no way out, and so she continued working. Yet her arm movements as she wrote on the board caused her muscles to visibly flex, especially her calves. "… and the answer is 'X equals Y minus five."

"Okay, very good Danni, you may sit down," said Mrs. Collins. "And as she turned to her desk, the snickers broke out again, especially from the girls. "Alright, that's enough!"

"But she's wearing a skirt!" declared one of the preppy cheerleaders.

"Haven't you seen a girl in a skirt before?" retorted Mrs. Collins.

"You mean Danni's really a girl?" added another, causing a round of laughter.

"Alright, Madison!" snapped Mrs. Collins. "You're next. Why don't to show us how to solve number four!"

Danni grinned at the teacher's justice as she nervously crossed her legs.

By noon, she had grown more calm and relaxed about wearing a skort to school. However, she felt rather awkward sitting down among 'the boys' in the cafeteria. Matt eyed her like he never had before. "Whoa! What's with the skirt?" he asked with an approving grin.

"Well… I didn't have anything else clean to wear," she replied. "Had soccer this weekend and was doing other things and forgot to pick up my dirty clothes for the laundry. So my mom made me wear this," she replied as an alibi.

"Way to go mom!" said Matt.

"Why?"

"Well… looks good. I never realized you were hawt!"

"Oh pu-leeze!" groaned Danni. "So, you catch 'Clone Wars' this weekend?"

"Yeah," replied Matt. "Say, you should go as Ashoka next Halloween."

"Why?"

"Because, you look good in a skirt!"

Danni blushed, both flattered yet embarrassed. "It's a 'skort!'" she huffed again. "They're shorts with a faggy-looking skirt front!"

"Oh, relax," coaxed Matt. "Besides, I bet your girlfriend likes it. Isn't that what matters?"

Danni sighed. "Yeah, she likes it alright," she said. "But don't expect me to make a habit of this!"

"Hey, whatever floats your boat, dudette," said Matt. Then he took a big gulp of milk and put his fist to his chest as if preparing for a monstrous belch.

Yet Danni dropped her silverware. "I swear, if you burp right here I'll gouge your eyes out!"

And thus he muffled the air escaping from his stomach the best he could. "Gee, sorry! Didn't know it'd bother a girl like you."

Danni grinned at his considerate attempt to restrain himself. "Look, I may be gay but I'm not a guy, y'know."

And by the afternoon, Danni had reversed her feelings, now quite glad she chose to wear the skort. She felt somewhat sexy, especially having the leg muscles to go with it. And so she boarded the bus with her backpack and skateboard, now relaxed among the populous who had grown accustomed to the sight. Once she reached her stop, she threw down her skateboard. She rolled down the street bound for Ashley's house. Five minutes later, Ashley came riding up on her bike from elementary school, followed by Krista. Danni presented herself. "Hey little girl! What took you so long?!"

"Hey sexy!" cried Ashley.

"Hi Dan!" added Krista.

"What're you doing here so early?" Ashley asked.

"Oh, thought I'd come over and rape you before I got busy with homework!" she whispered to Ashley.

"Ooooh!" gleamed Ashley as she planted her feet to steady the bike as she came to a stop in the driveway. "Oh, so my girly-girl Danni thinks she can rape me! Think you can do that in your little sissy skirt?" she teased.

"This skirt is coming off, baby!" said Danni. "And so is that little sissy-prissy uniform of yours!"

"Do you even know how to take my uniform off?" teased Ashley.

"Alright! That does it!" With that, Danni picked Ashley up off the bicycle. "Open the door Red! Ash and I are uh… gonna have a private talk."

And so Krista opened the door to allow Danni to carry the giggling Ashley inside, all the way to her bedroom. She threw her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. "Oh, you are soooooo mine!" declared Danni as she held down the giggling Ashley. "And I'm gonna fuck your brains out, you little lesbo!"

Soon, their clothing was on the floor as Danni thrust slowly yet hard against Ashley, clit-to-clit. "OOoooH! Ooooh-gawd-Danni!" cried Ashley. "You are sooooo gay and I love you!"

"Ooooh Ash! Oooooh Ash! You're my sweet little cum toy!" moaned Danni as she humped with her eyes closed. "Ooooh Ash, I need you soooo bad!"

Ashley by now had reached around to seize her muscular Amazonian lover by the buttocks to force her pelvis firmly against her. "OooooH! Oooooh! Ooooh Dan-Dan, this feels sooooo good! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I love it, I love it!"

Danni panted and grunted as she thrust hard against Ashley. "OoooH! Oooooh! Ooooh-yeessss!" she said with labored breathing. "Ooooh Ash, you're soooo hawt and you make me wanna cum soooooo hard! I want your little pussy! I want all of you!"

"I'm yours, Danni!" gasped Ashley as she thrust upward into her lover. "Take all of me, you hot muscular dyke!"

"Oh gaaaawwwd! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! I'm-gonna-cum!" cried Danni as she thrust down again. Suddenly, she burst into a loud girly shriek as she squirted a jet of warm juice. "Ooooh, Ashley!"

Ashley closed her eyes as she rocked her head back. "Aaaaaah!" she squealed as the sensation of Danni's warm girl juice on her. She pulled on those muscular glutes tightly as she thrust upward, giving her clitoris just one more rub before she passed the point of no return. Instantly, she burst into an explosive orgasm that sent powerful shock waves through her body. "Aaaaah, Danni!" she shrieked.

Perhaps they lay passed out for five minutes or so, before they came to, their sweaty naked bodies entwined. Danni finally dismounted and lay at her lover's side. "Oh Ash, I need you so much," she said with tears in her eyes.

"Aaaaw, my Dan-Dan's crying," noted Ashley as they snuggled.

"Gaawwd, I'm such a wuss," whined Danni.

"Oh no!" assured Ashley. "You're just sweet and loving, that's all." She squeezed her muscular lover tight. "You're brave, strong and sexy too!"

Danni wiped her eyes, somewhat embarrassed of her own mysterious emotions. "I… I just can't help it. I'm crying and I don't know why."

Ashley's eyes began to well up as well with tears. "Because you're a girl, and that's what girls do," she said as she giggled and cried at the same time.

"Yeah, but why?" sniffled Danni.

"Because we feel like it," said Ashley.

"Yeah, but I'm fourteen and I still cry when I skin my knee sometimes. What a wuss!"

"Oh, not really," said Ashley. "You're still brave and then you just keep going. That's why I feel so safe around you."

Danni smiled as she rose from the bed to dress herself. She slid on her skirt and stepped into her sandals. "I wonder how long until I skin my knees in this skort. But then again, might look cool to have a skateboard wound to match these sissy clothes."

Ashley only giggled. "Oh Dan-Dan, you are sooooo GAY!"

"Yeah, I know!" gleamed Danni. And thus when she returned home to start her homework, she felt as if she had just been reborn as a gay girl she could accept.