I managed to force myself free. I slammed my back against the cubicle door and I looked into her eyes. She was beautiful, amazing eyes, great face, nice pair of tits and a great body. She stood up, pulled her tights thong and skirt up and calmly walked by me touching my crotch and winking at the same time. I was in shock; the girl that I liked for a while was a dude. I was worried that if she told my friends they would think I was gay and my life would be over.

I quickly ran out of the toilets and back to class. As I walked in Stacey smiled nicely at me winking. I could hear her friends laughing.

“You were long Mark.”

“Yes miss, I was getting a stain out of my jumper, miss.”

“Ok Mark, sit down.”

As I sat my bum was in pain and I found it hard to write. I started to sweat and on many occasions I turned to look up her skirt and her tanned legs but I had to stop that now because I knew what she was a guy. I looked at my friends and they just smiled and looked back at me.

That night when I went home I was still in shock. I started to question my sexuality and my future. Questions started to go around in my head. Then my phone rang, it was Stacey. The text said: Hey thanks for today it was fun. Sorry I had to fuck you, maybe next time you could fuck me. Text back please. But I couldn’t, my mind was everywhere. I couldn’t see the buttons but I had to go with my heart and text her that I was straight and that today was a mistake. She texted back that what ever happened that I tell nobody that she had a penis and she would tell no one about the incident. I texted back ok and went to bed.

When I woke I still felt the same, my head was all over the place. I couldn’t think. I was sitting in class with my head on the table when my phone rang. It was Stacey. It said that I was to meet her at lunchtime. I did. She was standing there looking for me in the crowd with her tight top and her tight little skirt with those tight tanned tights. I was thought back to the days when I loved to look up her skirt. She ran over to me and kissed me. I pushed her away, “What are you doing,” I said as I grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the school. “I told you I’m straight and I want nothing to do you.”

After lunch was done and I was sitting in class she was all that I could think about. I couldn’t get her off my mind and I was missing not being in the same class as her. I missed her, my heart was telling me to ask her out and my mind was dead against it but I knew that I couldn’t go to third base with her again because that would mean I was gay. I said to myself fuck it and that night I was at the cinema with her. I knew my friends weren’t going to be there because they couldn’t afford it. I sat in the back row with her thinking and not concentrating on the movie. She kept