A Little Country : Part 1

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

It was the first day of high school and I was so excited. My name is Jack, I am black 5'1, and I love school. It is so amazing, and there all kinds of science projects and most of all homework! I am wearing my black dress pants, a stripped dress shirt with a pocket protector. I am also wearing my black glasses, and even though school starts at 8:00 am I am here at 6:00 am studying. I even took the time to alphabetize my locker, and separate my penicls from my pens.

It was 7:30 when the football jocks walked into the school hall ways. As they pasted me I waved at them, I even said hello with a big smile showing my bad cause of acne. Then they all stopped and stared at me, and asked could I help them with their homework.
"Well gosh darn I be happy to help you fine gentlemen!!"

They lead me into the bathroom, and pushed me into the stall sticking my head in the toliet. Each of them took turns flushing my head in the toliet. I was upset, but when they let me get up they explained it all.

"Hey why you fellas do that?" I asked bewildered.
"Well buddy Our projects was to see is it safe to use toliet water on ones hair. You know to save the environment's water." The quarterback replied.
"Oh of course, you guys need anymore help?" I asked getting excited that I was actually helping save the environment, but they left before I got the chance to speak.

As I made my way towards class, I bumped into this tall blonde god. I couldn't move, or raise myself off the ground. He reached his hand down and gentle lifted me to my feet. He was tall 6'4 wearing a tan cowboy hat, brown cowboy boots, a gray shirt which hung tightly to his body. He also was wearing faded blue jeans , and had a smile that could kill.


"Hey watch where yer walking son." He spoke. Well I was distracted by his clear light blue eyes.
"Son? I am 18 Mr.!" I replied.
"18 I can't believe it. Your so tiny and puny. I am 18 too, yet look at these muscles." He spoke as he lifted his shirt up exposing his hard abs.
"You see son. And why the fuck are you dressed like my pap." He continued.
"Look Mister! Forget you I am dressed in the math clubs best voted outfit I have you know!" He yelled at him.
"Shut up and follow me." He spoke as he dragged me along.

He dragged me all the way to his car, a ford light blue truck. I got into the truck, and nervously looked around. He got into the truck too, and started it up. As he exited the school parking lot, I got nervous as I realized I didn't even know this guy or his name. I hoped this guy wasn't a serial killer or something worst.

He turned into a store parking lot and told me to get out. We walked into the store and he quickly asked for assistance. I was scared as we walked to the women side.
"Aren't we suppose to be on the men side?" I asked.
"Yeah but we are shopping for you. It be different if we were shopping for me." He replied.
"But I am a guy jerk!" I yelled at him again.

He just ignored me picking up a mini skirt, black tank top, red skinny jeans, a red button up shirt, a black silk dress, and two pairs of high heel boots. I tired on the red mini skirt, black tank top, and the black high heel 6 inch boots. I hesitated to leave the dressing room, but I walked out with my head held high.
"You look sexy Jenny. Oh by the way my name is Austin." He said to me.
"Jenny but my name is Jack." I corrected him.
"Well what would your name be if you were a girl?" He asked.
"I like the name Christy!" I replied excited.
"Ok Christy, let's pay for the stuff and get your hair done." He spoke as he grabbed my hand and lead me to the counter.

He had me put back on my regular clothes, and paid for the clothes. Next Austin drove me to the hair place which I picked out various make up. The stylist did my hair in various styles and finally did one that made Austin grin. I think I could see his dick getting hard in his jeans. While the stylist did my hair, the make up girl did my make up. After my hair and make up was on, I headed to the bathroom to change.

We finally got back to school right at lunch time...

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