Becoming the Prom Queen

Story by joshultimatum

This is a story about a boy who somehow transforms into a futa overnight, just after moving to the city to transfer to a new highschool for his senior year. John, who doesn't want to become a guinea pig for science because of his transformation. So he plays the part of a girl at his new school, and soon finds himself preferring his life as Jane instead of John. This is how he became a she and the Prom Queen.

Becoming the Prom Queen: Chapter 1 I wasn't a very good looking kid. I'll just be honest, as far as 18 year olds go, I didn't have it in the looks department. I was neither skinny nor fat, just average with a little extra stomach size. I was short, with a round face, tousled brown hair, and glasses. In other words, I was a classic nerd/geek. I didn't have many friends, and now that I had transferred to a new high school in the city, I had even fewer. And girlfriends? Forget it! Most girls didn't even look at me, all 5'6" inches of average-ness. To be fair though, the friends I did have were pretty good chums. It wasn't that I was shy and an introvert, but my previous school had mostly consisted of jocks, and I certainly wasn't a part of that crowd. So my friends would sit together and we'd joke and talk about the latest video game or sports event or science fair. It wasn't so bad really, and I'm not complaining. By the way, my name's John.

But sometimes I wished I was something more than just average. I wanted to be noticed, just a little, by those pretty girls. And...okay, time to let you in on a big secret: I was just a little bi. Yes, bisexual. I definitely wasn't gay, I mean I was far more interested in girls than guys. But there was this one jock, Brian. He was a little older than me and super athletic. Short cut black hair, broad shoulders and narrow hips, muscular arms, chiseled jaw...and well, I found myself sometimes fantasizing about sharing a bed with him.

Like any 18 year old, I'd discovered porn quite a while ago and had been jerking off to it for a while. At first it was mostly hetero stuff. But then, out of curiosity, I checked out some gay vids. Now, the first few I found really rather boring. Then then I saw one where both guys were really athletic and muscular, and both had big, thick cocks. One was obviously more submissive, and he let the other guy fuck his ass hard and fast. THAT turned me on big time. I began to watch the occasional gay video with my other porn, and that was how I discovered trannies, or shemales. The first one I saw, I totally thought she was a normal woman until she took her pants off. I was so stunned, but as I watched her and the guy trade places ass fucking, my own cock got super hard, and it didn't take long to shoot quite a load into my hand. (Oh, for those of you wondering, I had a fairly average 5 inch cock. Figures, right?)

So yes, I was a little bisexual, and fantasized about both girls and guys and trannies. However, nothing could have prepared me for what happened the fall I turned 18.

I transferred because it was a better school. My parents saw that I was breezing through my classes and knew that the school in the nearby city would be more challenging for me. So, that summer they told me about the arrangement and rented me an apartment to live in near the school. I was sad about leaving my friends, but I actually was looking forward to a slight change in my otherwise un-noteworthy life. So I said goodbye in the first week of September, packed my bags, and drove to the city. It was a 2 hour drive, so I could still easily visit home on weekends if I wanted too. My parents gave me plenty of cash to take care of myself, and I knew how to handle money well enough to not worry about running out.

I suppose at this point I should mention Beth. Beth was the only girl I knew, and my nickname for her was Freckles. Some girls would be offended at that, but not Beth. She was adventurous, giggly, smart, without a prejudiced bone in her body. We met in the second year of high school and found we shared some of the same geeky interests. Unfortunately, she had a boyfriend at that point. She had very curly red hair (Irish descent you see), perfect white teeth, a whole bunch of adorable freckles on her face, clear blue eyes, and a ready smile. Her lips weren't "super model actress" full, but I would have given anything to kiss them. She seemed perfectly content to stay friends, so I resigned myself to that fate. We talked about science and our favorite tv shows, anything but what I wanted to talk about: her. She broke up with her boyfriend after a few months and didn't get a new one for some reason. When I asked her she just shrugged and threw her arm around my shoulders. "I'm just waiting for the right one to pop out of the blue." I'd looked down at her and cocked my eyebrow (she was one of the few people shorter than me), and replied: "And just what is this special someone supposed to be like." She just smiled at that and didn't respond. Did I

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