Small Girls 2: The Play Date

Story by ZeHell-ScythefanToo

Protip: Sequel to Small Girls, if anyone hasn't read that yet.

Woo. I made no promises, but I will tell no lies: I did it anyway. 19 days, triple the size of the original, and I admittedly tried to burn myself out of this topic so I'd be done with it for a better while - but ended up having more fun instead. :p That said, this time I'll really make no further continuation promises!

I honestly could have released this in parts, and I had the thought to several times while developing this, but I just as equally told myself I hate releasing in parts. I like completed projects more because they're just that: well-thought, fully polished, unmarred, whole representations (or should be!) that can stand up by themselves in a library. I'm one of those people who get aggravated when waiting for updates, and doing things in parts actually seems to dip my motivation instead of bolster it, so I wouldn't wish that sort of conundrum on anybody!

Anyway, enough of my rambling, more of the high school drama... and extracurricular activities. ;) You can read this on my site (fancy reader) (plain text) or click the spoiler below...

Small Girls 2: The Play Date A couple days ago, I might have thought anything was possible; not only did I somehow manage to convince one of the biggest bullies in school to stop being such a bully that day, but also to be my friend. I'm the girl on the lowest end of the school popularity spectrum who turned thinking around for one of the highest, and it all came about because of a very fortunate circumstance I went into with good intentions. I admittedly ended up thinking with my dick in that situation and I somehow still got super lucky. I don't say that just because I ended up fucking her or anything! If I hadn't done what I did I might as well have ended up the most tormented person at Grand Cummings Preparatory School for Extraordinary Youths!

I'm not the boasting type of person, but believe me when I say I might as well have felt invincible after that particular event - well, and after my newest friend did her best to live up to her promises, anyhow. I, Cecilia Warner, a humanly average intersex in a boarding school where practical titans of all genders with an average breast cup size of DD and an average penis length bordering 2.6 feet as of this year's campus census (don't get me started on testicular circumference), had connected with the celebrity Victoria Crawford, who possessed the largest sexual extremities of all hermaphrodite students: G-cup breasts, four foot cock, and two testes that put medicine balls to shame.

Finding myself unprepared for the aftershock was an understatement. People who normally took no notice of me - or, at least, only long enough with the rest of my smaller genital size-possessing peers - now smiled, nodded, thumbs-upped. Other popular girls who had taken the opportunity to haze us alongside Victoria now scoffed and kept walking on by without a second thought. I swear I don't know the guy who high-fived me that one time outside IT class yesterday, but they seemed ecstatic that I'd acceded to the gesture. My entire attitude took on a healthy glow I'd never imagined before, one that my mom took notice of and asked me about - I told her the story, then proceeded to thank her for properly teaching me how to eat pussy by practicing those skills on her just like I had Victoria. I myself was just so happy that us 'Small Girls' (my own private demoralizing name, I've never used it around my friends) in school were finally being respected and treated like people - or, if not that, then nothing like static objects.

But, just like real life, there's no such thing as the other shoe not falling eventually. I mean, not that I thought friendship with Victoria wouldn't last or anything - she has proven to be a good person beneath her privileged and sometimes domineering manner, and I've done whatever I can as a friend to prove she pursued the right change of heart - but that said friendship was not ineffable, not all-encompassing, and definitely not a protective measure against high school becoming... well, high school again. Tell that to the fact that I slept through my alarm today, got yelled at by mom when I didn't come downstairs on time, had to rush breakfast, found myself out of breath running to school just to get to class on time, had no lung power to respond to my friend Allison screaming at me when I got there because I forgot to bring back the DVD I'd borrowed from her when I'd promised to, felt guilty all through Geometry cla

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