Max's New Life Part 3

Max's New Life Part 3
by Gymno

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.

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Part 3

I woke up on the morning of my first day at Thomson Middle School feeling a lot better than I had when I went to bed. If public schools had rules about clothing and personal hygiene, I could deal with that. I might even survive sex-ed classes. I was going to be making new friends and taking challenging courses. I smiled, sat up, and got out of bed to get myself dressed.

Molly had put my robe in the closet during the night, so I was, once again, in danger of flashing anyone who was in the upstairs hallway. I quickly walked to my dresser, out sight of the hallway and started to grab underwear from my drawer before I remembered that I wasn't supposed to wear any. Now I had to quickly go back to my closet and grab my pants before anyone came in to see if I was up yet.

The feeling of pulling on my pants over my naked butt was new to me and it took some getting used to. After I got dressed and started to head downstairs, I realized that feeling my pants rub up against my penis was making me really horny.

My cock began pushing hard against my pants and the bulge was pretty obvious. I couldn't go downstairs like this, I had to make it stop, but with every step my pants rubbed my cock and the feeling got worse, making me more and more erect until I had a full hard-on. I pulled my sweater down as low as I could and hoped for the best as I went down to eat breakfast.

Dan and Molly were already done eating, and were making our lunches. I sat down to eat just as Jen came bounding down the stairs, obviously excited to get back to school to see her friends. I was puzzled by her choice of clothing, considering the weather, but I had learned to let girls do what they wanted and not try to figure them out. I kept eating as she sat down opposite me and began to eat her breakfast too. My penis had gone soft again, so I felt it was safe to get up from the table.

As I was cleaning my dishes in the sink Dan asked me, "Did you remember the rules about clothing, sport?" I turned red and said, "Yeah, Dad. Thanks." Jen giggled as she stood up to wash her dishes as I dried mine. She stood right next to me and asked, a big grin on her face "So boys can't wear undies either, huh?" She laughed again and said "You'll get used to it. It actually feels way better. I don't wear undies at all anymore!" She burst out laughing as I turned red and Molly yelled "Jen! Stop harassing your brother!" but she and Dan were smiling amused by her girlish teasing.

I was totally distracted as Molly handed me my lunch and told me to get my coat and boots on for the walk to the bus stop down the street. I couldn't stop focusing on Jen's lack of underwear. I guess it made sense, considering the school's rules, but why would she choose to wear a wool skirt that stopped well above the knee, especially in winter, with no underwear on? Her socks were pulled up to mid-calf, but that bare expanse of leg between was only made more enticing by the fact that her skirt was billowing out as she walked. This was showing off a lot of her thighs, and just teasing me into watching for it to raise higher still, revealing her naked body beneath it!

I got stiff again thinking about all of this, but my coat was covering me up, which was good, because Jen had just joined me in the mudroom to put on her coat, and I noticed immediately that her sweater was showing off a lot more of her than her skirt did.

My new sister was wearing a thin, V-neck sweater, which did nothing to hide the fact that her breasts were naked under it. Was she trying to show herself off? Wasn't she cold? There was no way she had anything on under that. Her small, perky boobs and semi-hard nipples were perfectly outlined by the thin material. I was very glad for my long coat at that moment, for my cock was fully hard and starting to pump itself.

Why were Dan and Molly letting her out of the house like that? Did they not notice? Was this just normal? I was baffled, but more aroused than curious about the reasons for Jen's outfit, so I could barely focus enough to put on my boots, much less ask about her clothes.

I was forcing myself not to cum in my pants when Dan and Molly came over, hugged us both, and my penis stopped pulsing as we walked out into the cold winter morning to our bus-stop. The cold air did me good and my cock went back to normal as we walked. Jen was skipping, kicking snow, and she even made a snowball to throw at me. We had fun, laughing and throwing snow with the other kids before the bus arrived, and already I had made some neighborhood friends.

As we rode the bus, I started to get introduced to the kids on it by Jen and the others from our stop. Jen told them I was in "Geek classes" and some of them laughed but it was all in good fun. No one seemed to be mean or rude about it, and some of them offered to help me find my classrooms if I needed them to.

The bus pulled up to the school and we got out and went to our home-rooms. "Bye Max, see you at lunch!" yelled Jen as she walked off with some of her friends. "Bye Jen, see you later." I replied and entered my new homeroom. I walked to the closet and took off my coat and boots, and changed into my shoes, which were in my bookbag. I then took a seat and realized that the kids around me were looking at me and whispering to themselves, probably about me.

I was kind of shy at first, but finally, the boy next to me said "I guess you're new here, right? I'm Tom."

"Hi, I'm Max. I just moved here, but I used to go to the Christian school."

"Cool, what's that like?" Asked another boy in the class, but before I could answer, our homeroom teacher came in and the class went silent immediately.

"Good morning, class." He said. "I see that we have a new student. Max is here from the Christian School and his sister is Jen Hall, for any of you that know her. I expect that those of you in classes with Max will help him find his classrooms and to ensure that he knows where things are, like the lunch-room and the bathrooms." He began looking at his class roster. "In fact, it appears that Steve, you are on the same schedule as Max. Could you please help him out this week?"

I heard a boy in the back of class say "Yes Sir." And I turned to see the smallest boy in class turning a normal color again after his obvious fear of having to speak in public began to fade away.

Our teacher asked a few of us about our Winter break, and we all talked together for a while before the bell rang and we stood up to go to classes. I went over to Steve and introduced myself to him. He seemed really shy and quiet, but he was nice, and told me to follow him to our first class. As we walked, he pointed out the bathrooms, and told me where the gym, cafeteria, and pools were. The school seemed huge, and I couldn't believe that it had all those facilities, especially an indoor and outdoor pool!

As we walked I noticed one thing that was very different from my old school. Every student we saw seemed to be on their best behavior. There was no shouting or running in the hallways, and no one seemed to be picking on anyone else at all. In fact, almost everyone that passed us said "Hi" or asked me who I was. Steve seemed to me like a prime target for bullying, but despite his quiet and shy demeanor, was treated the same by everyone we met.

Even our classes during the day were quiet and controlled, with no one acting out or bullying anyone else. I was introduced by the teacher in every class, and most of the kids gave me a warm welcome and some said they wanted to sit with me at lunch. It seemed too good to be true and my fears of this new school were fading. As the day went on, and especially at lunch, the weirdness of the school began to creep in again, making my fears return.

During the day I had noticed that every girl I saw was wearing a skirt and shirt or sweater of some kind. None wore pants and none of the girl's skirts seemed long enough to reach below their knees. Some were quite short, and there were a few girls in my classes wearing skirts so short that if they didn't cross their legs, they would have flashed themselves at anyone who bothered to look closely.

That was the other thing; none of them seemed too concerned with covering up or sitting modestly. Although some had their legs crossed occasionally, none of the girls kept them crossed, and some even sat with their knees apart, straddling their chairs. I wondered if they weren't cold or at least morally decent and couldn't believe that their parents or the school would let this happen.

I stayed turned on most of the day because of all the bare flesh I was seeing, and at lunch I saw Jen and felt a bit relieved by being with someone I knew. We sat together at a table with a bunch of other kids. I was hoping to ask my new sister there was a dress code for girls but I quickly got my answer just by looking around.

Every girl that I saw in the cafeteria was wearing a skirt that either stopped at the knee or well above it. If I had thought Jen's skirt was short, those thoughts were replaced by the skirts of some of the girls at our table. One girl had on the shortest skirt I'd seen all day. It was as small as the track-shorts I had worn at my old school, barely covering her butt. Had it been tighter I think she would have flashed the entire table as she sat down, but it was loose and pleated, like Jen's, which saved her from revealing herself to us even more then she already was.

She made no effort to cover up or adjust her skirt as she sat, and none of the other girls at our table did either. I think that I may have seen a vagina or two if I had been looking, because a lot of them were sitting with their legs open, but I was trying to focus on being decent and moral. I was also trying not to cum in my pants, which I would have done if I had seen any higher up those skirts.

If the skirts weren't having enough of an effect on me, the girl's shirts were. All the girls were wearing thin sweaters or shirts, and I don't think any of them were wearing a bra.

From the smallest breasted-girl to the few that had larger, more well-defined boobs, every girl at lunch was wearing a shirt or sweater that outlined their tits and nipples, or molded to them completely. Trying to eat lunch with a throbbing erection was difficult and I was hoping that it would go away so that I could get up after lunch without showing off my hard cock to anyone who glanced at my pants.

I couldn't believe that the school didn't notice that their girl students were dressing as erotically as possible and that they had gotten out of the house like this. After lunch it was still hard for me to focus in class because I kept realizing that literally every girl was dressed in short skirts and revealing shirts and my cock wouldn't let up, it was erect and staying that way, pulsing, begging for relief.

As the bell rang after one of my later classes of the day I heard Steve say "Oh god, gym period." I guessed that he was just afraid of exercise, being so small, but as I was soon to find out, the revealing outfits of the female students was nothing in comparison to what I was about to be subjected to in gym class, and this is what he was dreading.

My teacher called me up to the front of class and told me that I had to meet with the gym teacher, Ms. Ellson, in the locker-room before class. As I headed there Steve began walking to the gym, which was further down the hall, instead of following me.

"Aren't you coming?" I asked him. "No, he said, I'll meet you in the gym, after you meet," he paused "Her." He said "Her" in such a way that I could feel the dread in his voice, and I wondered what I was in for as I walked into the locker-room to meet Ms. Ellson for the very first time.

Continued in Part 4