Chapter 1

I felt like I was falling through my bed. An endless feeling like nothing was holding me back but I was moving slowly. It felt like my blanket was still over me but the bed that I had fallen asleep in had disappeared. I had my eyes open, but all I could see was darkness. There only sound was as if I was wooshing past various objects. The sensation of falling was all I had.

Like a child being rocked to sleep, the sensation slowed even more until I felt myself land softly on my bed, a familiar feeling. Like the wind was gently placing me in my sleeping place, the softness of my bed returned to me and the sounds of my room returned. A breeze from my window brushed against my face as the sounds of the wind rustled against my curtains.

I opened my eyes again. The same view I had fallen asleep to was looking back at me. A nightstand with a clock showing 6:30 AM and a small lamp on top of a stack of books. I was in my room, in my bed, like nothing had happened.

“Was it a dream?”

I felt like it was a dream, but something told me otherwise. Like a lingering memory, I knew something had happened. Something out of the ordinary, but for some reason, I couldn’t recall what it was. The more I tried, the less I could remember.

I reached over to my alarm and turned it off. Just another day I guess. I pulled the blankets off me and swung my feet over the bed, ready to start the day. The breeze from the window hit my whole body and reminded me that I was naked.

Naked? I swear I went to sleep in my pajamas. Did I wake up during the night and just feel like taking them off? Maybe I had taken them off because they got too hot? But if either were true, where did they go? They didn’t end up on the floor. I didn’t have time to worry about that.

I stood up and went to my closet. I picked out the usual school outfit, lay it out on the bed, and headed for the bathroom in a towel. I had no reason to believe that the day would be anything but normal, but something about the night before kept me wondering.

I turned the shower on and got in. I was still feeling tired, so I tried to wake myself up by splashing my face with some cold water. The water dripped down my breasts, making its way between my legs and down the drain. I washed up and shaved as normal, getting ready for the day. I dried myself off and looked myself over in the mirror.

The reflection that was staring back at me was normal, but for some reason she was different. I wasn’t sure why, but she was. Something was missing. Something was different. I couldn’t explain what it was, but there was something off.

I was the same size as normal, 4’10”. I didn’t get any bigger, still a slim body with A-cup breasts. I was the same skin color with the same hazel eyes. My long blonde hair was the same length. So what was it? Why did I feel different?

I brushed my teeth and wrapped my towel back around me. I went back to my room, dropped the towel on the floor, and got dressed. I made my bed, picked up the towel, and hung it back up. After checking my room to make sure everything was in order, I grabbed my bag and looked in my full length mirror.

My school uniform was a bit slutty, but weren’t they all? The white shirt was very thin, almost see-through, and had a deep neckline. It showed off a lot of my chest and the edges of my boobs, and I always wondered if the school board would ever change it. The navy blue plaid skirt was pleated and cut short, but nothing a girl couldn’t handle. I wore short ankle socks and the school logo was on my right sleeve.

I had the outfit memorized by now, so why did I need to check it in the mirror? Was I waiting for something to pop up, to make the strange feeling go away? What the hell is wrong with me?

I left my room, walked through the hall and down the stairs. Dad was there as always. He got up early so he could be to work on time. Mom always slept in because she only worked short days and started later. She had the luxury of sleeping in while I was stuck going to school.

“Morning sweetie, did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, but for some reason it didn’t feel like a good sleep.”

“What do you mean? Something keeping you up?”

“No. I was having weird dreams, and when I woke up I felt like I was falling.”

“Hmm. Well maybe you need to start getting more exercise. It could be your body trying to tell you that you are slacking off.”

“I get enough exercise.”

“I’m sure the boys at school keep you on your toes. If you know what I mean,” He chuckled.

“Dad! Come on.”

“I’m just joking, sweetie.”

He walked over to the fridge and got the milk out. He poured himself a bowl of the same cereal he always eats and sat at the table. I walked over and sat across from him and he made me a bowl. He was always such a funny guy. I had never really worried about what he thought, since he was so silly most of the time, but this time his advice could be useful. Maybe I should get some more exercise, and try and build up my stamina.

Our conversation was short and I ate fast so I could be on my way. I had some time, but I usually liked to leave a little earlier than I needed to. I kissed my dad goodbye and left the house.

As I started my walk to school, I felt the warm morning sun on my face. It was a nice summer day like it usually was. I felt the breeze blow against me, moving my hair to the side and caressing my face. It felt so calm, yet there was still that lingering feeling of uneasiness.

I continued on, trying not to focus on the feeling. As I got closer to the school, more students started appearing. That’s when I finally started noticing something was wrong.

A girl was bent over the bike rack, with her pants pulled down and her underwear pulled to the side. A boy was standing behind her, pumping his hips, fucking her like she was his own. She was just leaning there with no emotion, letting him do it. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The two didn’t care if anyone saw, or even noticed. They were having sex in public.

I turned my head and kept walking. There was another couple further ahead, doing the same thing. It was like everyone had just woken up and was fucking the first person they saw. I was so shocked. What was going on?

I passed a lot of students on the way to the school doors. I knew most of the ones in my grade but none of them usually talked to me. At the top of the stairs was one of the most popular girls, Amy, known for her large chest. She was bent over, holding onto the wall while my homeroom teacher was pounding her. Her breasts were bouncing around like they were ready to pop out of her shirt.

He was grunting and groaning, holding her hips tightly, thrusting into her like she was his to use. While she just stood there holding herself up letting herself be fucked. It was like I was watching a porno, live, with all the students ignoring it and walking past like it was normal.

I must be dreaming. I walked past them with everyone else and went to my locker. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. As I opened my locker everything was the same inside. My boobs, my blinders, my handwriting, it was all normal.

“Hey,” I heard a female voice.

I closed the locker door and saw my best friend. Jasmine was the same as always. A pretty, young Asian girl with long black hair and brown eyes. Her tits were small with a tiny waist.

“You ready for school today?” She smiled

“No, what the hell is going on around here,” I whispered

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone’s fucking. Isn’t that weird?”

“Why would that be weird?” She tilted her head, confused.

“I saw Mr. Harden fucking Amy. He’s at least 40 and she’s only 15. That’s rape.”

“What’s rape?” she asked even more confused.

“It’s when someone forces someone else to have sex.”

“Are you feeling okay?” She put her hand on my forehead, checking for a temperature.

“I’m fine,” I said grabbing her hand off my head and holding it. “Just tell me why they were having sex,” I said calmly but firmly.

“This is pretty basic stuff,” She sighed. “I’ll tell you but you need to get checked by the nurse for a bump on the head. If a guy wants to have sex with you, you let him. It’s been like that since we came to high school last year.”

“Wait, are you saying that every guy can fuck you and you can’t say no?”

“That’s right. We’re here to let them do what they want.”

“What? Why?” I asked panicked

“That’s how it’s always been.” She shrugged. “It’s just the way things are. Don’t you remember? We’ve been letting guys have sex with us since we came of age. We even held hands our first time”

I was frozen. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I couldn’t have forgotten that, I remembered everything about my life. Was the whole world crazy or was I the one who had lost her mind? My grip loosened on her hand. I looked at her again and she was still smiling. She was being completely honest.

“You know,” she said putting her arm around me, “We’re going to have a test today and I could use some extra help. You could come over tonight.”

“Yeah, sure.” I was still dazed and confused.

“Great!” She squealed and gave me a hug. “I’ll see you at lunch.”

She ran off and waved goodbye. My best friend. My whole life I had known her and had no clue that this is how she lived. Was the whole world like this? Or was I in a bad dream?

I walked through the school hallway until I entered my classroom. My classmates were all talking amongst themselves, sitting at their desks like nothing was happening. Mr. Harden was at his desk, looking at papers and typing on his computer.

“Okay class, settle down.”

Everyone found their seat. I looked around and found mine, a normal desk like the others. I took my seat and waited for class to start, and it did, it was a normal class like I always had. Mr. Harden was teaching, the other students were listening, and I was sitting there in the middle, like I had always done.