Peter, Jack and Sofia Part 7 (Patreon)

Sofia's only problem, if it could be called that, was when she went to the bathroom. She didn't have any trouble going to the boys' room, but the state of the room was disgusting to her. Girls' rooms which were much cleaner and smelled better

In a girls' restroom, girls might have lingered to put on makeup or straighten their hair. Some boys lingered in the boys' room too, but that was because they didn't want to get back to class too quickly. Sofia, on the other hand, wanted to get out of the boys' bathroom as quickly as possible. She didn't want to even breathe in there. She tried to hold her breath.

Sofia walked up to the stall. She pulled down her zipper. She snaked her penis through the fly in her underwear. She then let her stream go. Sofia closed her eyes, so she didn't have any opportunity to see the penis of any boy who decided to pee at the next urinal.

“Wait, wait, wait,” she thought when she was done. “Shouldn't I wipe?” But there wasn't any toilet tissue by the urinal. She looked on both sides.

Wiping after peeing was so ingrained in her that she just had to do it. She turned, went to the stall, closed the door, wiped her penis, and then flushed it down.

Finally, she went to the sink and washed her hands. She didn't want to spend this much time in this disgusting room, but she hadn't any choice. She had to let out her breath several times even though she didn't want to.

“I'm never going to the bathroom at school again!” she thought.

“How was your day,” Peter asked Jack.

“Awful.”

“Is school that hard?”

“School was fine, it was wearing.”

"What?”

“What I was wearing.”

“Yeah, everyone was talking about it. They said it looked like I just threw anything on.”

“You did.”

“I know. But everyone was talking about it. It got really annoying.”

“You never cared before.”

“This is high school. Things are different there. You have to I don't know look like you care.”

“But you don't care.”

“I do.”

“Really?”

“I mean now. So, I have to pick out what I'm going to wear tomorrow and for the rest of the week.”

“You have to be kidding me.”

“I'm not. Are you going to help me?”

“I guess.”

“OK, I'll look in my closet and see what to wear.”

“I'll look on the internet.”

“Great.”

A short time later, Peter returned. He had all sorts of outfit tips.

“Have you found something you like?”

“I don't know.”

“Here let me help you.”

“Why not try this?” Peter found a black oversized graphic tee with a picture of Princess Diana on it. It says Diana in script lettering about her face. On the back, it says, 'Queen of the People.' “Pair it with this.” This time Peter had a corduroy egg-shell-colored pants at were long enough to only cover Jack's lower calf. For Jack's feet, Peter got a pair of New Balance 210s sneakers. Sofia owned more sneakers than Jack and Peter combined. She also had dozens of pairs of other shoes.

Peter put them on. It seemed nice. It wasn't overly girly, but the outfit wasn't just thrown on. He would wear it for the next day of school.

“OK, one day down. What to wear for Wednesday?”

“I think black for Wednesday.”

“All black?”

“You'll see.”

“Wednesday's outfit was a black mock-turtleneck long sleeve from Brandy Melville. The name of the designer is important.”

“Brandy Melville got it. If anyone asks, it's from Brandy Melville.”

“All the girls love Brandy Melville.”

“OK.”

“Now that is a crop, but you can't wear a crop to school, so wear a cap sleeve tee under to cover your tummy.”

“Why not just wear a longer shirt.”

“No, it has to be this way.”

“Why?”

“Because it does. Listen to me. Moving on, wear it with these little black flare pants.”

“OK.”

“Now wear them with these shiny black Doc Martens.”

“You're right all black.”

“I'm not done. Wear it with this jacket. It's a brown suede outside with a white faux fur on the inside. It works really well with all black.

Jack tried it on. It was very warm and cozy.

“For Thursday, wear this super slouchy oversized sweater.” It had large black and white horizontal stripes. “Wear it with these jeans.”

“Those?”

“Yeah. But they are two colors, the right side is blue, and the left is white. It's like two jeans were cut in half and stitched together.”

“Girls like that. It'll be a hit. Wear them with this light pink high-top converse.”

“And for Friday,” Peter announced, "this Pink Floyd concert shirt.”

“What's Pink Floyd.”

“They're a band.”

“OK, now wear the tee with these pastel green and white checked pants.” The pants had an elastic waist. It was 'stretch pants' and hugged his body. All the other pants he had worn were a button and zipper on top.

“That is different,” Jack said referring to the pants.

“You have to mix it up. Now wear it with those pink sneakers from before. What do you think about your outfits?”

“I don't know.”

“You'll look great. Better than Sofia would look.”

“We'll see.”

When Sofia returned home from school, fashion wasn't what she was worried about. In her new body and life, fashion wasn't very important. What did concern her was Jack's brother Andy. Andy was very hot. He liked to walk around the house in his underwear. Sofia could see Andy's hot body half-naked, not to mention the outline of Andy's cock. Sofia never knew that Andy was so well hung. Andy was much more endowed than Phillip ever was. He had a better body too. Sofia had to adjust her penis to make it more comfortable. She was getting an erection just thinking about Andy.

Sofia didn't know what to do about this. No other woman had this type of problem. She was in the body of the younger brother of a hot guy. Her reactions were clearly feminine, but should she allow herself to feel this way considering where she was? Sofia decided, “Yeah, I'm really a girl. I should feel like this. This wasn't the first time her body reacted to hot guys before.”

Sofia decided to spend some time with Andy to learn more about him. When she got back to her own body, she would start to flirt with Andy. She would love to go out with him.

At school the next day, Jack was wearing the outfit that he and Peter had chosen. It was the graphic tee featuring Princess Diana and the corduroy egg-shell-colored pants. They were a big hit with Sofia's friend who commented how much they liked the outfit. They were making up for how catty they were the day before. The girls seem to truly like what Jack was wearing. It made him feel good to get getting so many compliments.

Not that Sofia's friends didn't have some criticisms too. “I think some small gold hoop earrings would go well with that outfit,” one of Sofia's friends told Jack.

Jack didn't consider wearing any jewelry. Why should he, he had never worn any before. But he was ushered into the bathroom and one of the girls put the earrings into Jack's lobes.

“See how much better that looks?” she said.

“You're right,” Jack said to be polite. He didn't see much of a difference at all.

“You can borrow those. Give them back to me tomorrow.”

“Thanks. Sure.”

Jack knew that he would have to add jewelry to tomorrow's outfit.

“How are things going with you and Phillip.”

“Umm, I haven't heard from him in a few days.”

“This was true.”

“Isn't that just like a man? They ignore you until they want something from you.”

Jack didn't say anything.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by that. Do you think he's lost interest? Or is something wrong.”

“Maybe he is just busy.”

“You should send him a message. Let him know you are still around.”

“What should I say?”

“Just say 'Hi', then see what his reply is."

“I don't know if I want to do that.”

“Why not? He is your boyfriend. Isn't he?”

“Yeah.”

“Then send him a message.”

“Maybe later.”

“Not later, now.”

Jack didn't want to. But Sofia's friends were goading him on.

“OK, I'll do it.”

Jack looked through the contacts on the phone he was carrying. It was Sofia's phone. Sofia had his.

He found Phillip and messaged him 'Hi' as requested.

“There I did it.”

The reluctance to send a message, made all of Sofia's friends think that something was wrong with the relationship between Sofia and Phillip. They gossiped about it when out of Jack's earshot.

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