Highschool, reputation, and the wrong kind of attention (part 1)
It was the first day of high school, the bus ride was fairly short, maybe 10-12 minutes before it arrived at its destination. A young lionboy sat in the very back by himself, watching and waiting for all the other students to get off the bus, he was very nervous. He had been thinking about this day all summer, finally graduating to a new school meant a new start, and he was going to use this opportunity to his fullest advantage.
The last time he got off of a school bus, he was in what was known as Jr high or, middle school, and even though he was in the highest grade, he was the youngest and smallest of his class, both because he was very short for his age, and because he skipped a grade in addition to entering the school system a year earlier than most other boys did, needless to say, he got straight A's across all of his classes. Unfortunately, being smart, short, and younger than everyone else in his grade, meant only 1 thing, everyone else picked on him.
But not this year, he wasn't about to get off that bus and into a public high school as the short, nerdy boy he was before, where older, bigger males were just going to bully him from his first 5 minutes of high school. So as nervous as he was knowing what he was going to be doing to himself if he stepped off of the bus like this, it still felt better than stepping off of the bus as a "Little nerd boy."
So he took a deep breath, grabbed a pink little purse and put the strap of it over his left shoulder, stood up, walked to the front of the bus with his new, cute, thick heeled, black little school girl shoes on, and followed the steps off of that bus. Taking that first step onto the campus as he held the strap of his purse tightly, looked back over his shoulder with an eye at the bus driver, and waved his free hand back with a smile, stepping off of that bus instead, as a "little girly boy".
The bus driver's eyes went wide in shock, he remembered the lionboy from last year, and almost didn't recognize him, because the clothes the boy was wearing were not only girls clothes, but even girls didn't wear outfits like that on campus. A skimpy pink top that barely covered his bellybutton and left his entire waistline revealed, an even skimpier white, pleated skirt that barely covered his ass even as he stood up straight, long, pink and white striped over the knee socks that went all the way up to the middle of his thighs, a black collar around his neck, a white bow in his hair above his left ear, small hoop earrings in his ears, a little glitter on his face, eyeshadow around his eyes, and even sweet smelling perfume in his young lionboy scent.
After the friendly wave from the once nerdy little lionboy was over, the stunned bus driver closed the doors and drove off, and the once nerd turned girly boy reached into his purse and pulled out the schedule he had received a few days before in the mail. The first class on the list was room "A-1." As he walked to his first class, he got his first flirt before he even made it to the door, another student could not help but just gawk his eyes as he watched what he thought was a girl so cute, walk by in clothes so sexy, and a suggestive, flirty whistle was aimed right at the boy. The lionboy could only smirk as he thought about it while openening the door to his first class.
As he entered the room, his nervous stomach just felt more fluttered. Would there be anyone from his last school that would see him, if so, would they recognize him? Would he get enough people to like him before everyone learned he was a boy, what would they do when they found out? and most importantly, as he walked over to his seat, past the other students, purposely bending over in front of the side of the class he was on to set his purse down next to the seat, were any guys looking at him as he sat down?
As the teacher began to speak and he set his folder onto the desk, he opened the book sat on the desk and pretended to pay attention just like everyone else. The answers to one of the many questions racing in his mind came quickly. he couldn't look behind him to see whatever guys he might have caught the eye of, but a guy sitting to the right of him made a whispering "psst" sound, then slipped a note to the lionboy's desk quickly.
He hadn't been sitting there for more than a few minutes, and already someone was slipping him a note, it must have been from a guy sitting behind him, if he could only turn his head a little and peek. As he clenched the note in his hand, waiting for an opportunity to read it with the teacher still going on about whatever lesson he was teaching. He kept his face forward, but turned his eyes to the right, looking at the one that passed him the note, the lionboy "psst" whispered back, then raised an eye and shrugged his shoulders just a little bit, the guy just shook his head and pointed in the direction behind him with a finger.
The lionboy turned his head just slightly, following back, making a little "psst" whisper at the next guy, who only pointed behind him and held up 2 fingers. Following further, he turned his head back more, seeing a girl sitting there, he looked behind that seat at another boy. By now, he had spent enough time looking back, that the male that sent him the note, was looking back at Genki when he looked over the male quickly. Not wanting to draw attention to himself, he turned his head forward again quickly, then peeked at the teacher who was writing something on the board, then opened the note slowly and read it quickly, what he read sent his heart dropping to his stomach.
It said; "Are you a boy?" ... He held his composure well, he couldn't spend time looking at all the students that were sitting behind him, but somebody must have recognized him from last year. He couldn't lie, everyone was going to find out sooner or later, but being in the middle of class, he couldn't get beat up either, so he just hesitated in his thoughts for a few moments, then wrote "is that ok?" on the back of it, and sent it back to the person that wrote it.
After about 10 minutes, a new note came back, and as the lionboy grabbed it he just felt so nervous he could barely swallow. Opening it up, he knew it could say just about anything. But for all the hesitation and nervous feelings inside, the confidence he felt inside all summer turned out to be right. The new note said; "Sure, you are really cute, do you have a boyfriend? I might be looking for a girlfriend."
The intimidation he felt was replaced with a new kind of nervousness. The guy sitting back there liked him, and even refered to him as a possible girlfriend in spite of knowing he was a boy. He struggled with his thoughts all summer long, knowing it was wrong, knowing he was compromising himself, knowing just how low and cheap he was being, getting attention from guys by dressing like a slut. But now that it was actually working, all those thoughts went away, and he no longer cared, and the only other thoughts he had all summer began to replace his fading conscious, the thoughts of actually going through with sucking on a guys big, long, hard, hot, sweaty, filthy cock.
He wanted acceptance so badly, he would completely emasculate himself for it, and if that meant dressing like a slut to get guys attention, it would mean acting like a slut to get guys to really like him. And now that he finally had the attention of a guy, he was going to get that guy to like him. He had to wait for a bit to write back, but as soon as he got the chance when the teacher was at the board again, he wrote on the back of it, folded it, passed it to the guy to his left, and then suddenly froze, realizing that anyone passing the note might read it.
But it was too late, the older, stronger male sitting to the right of the lionboy easily pulled the note out of his hand and passed it behind him, the lionboy sitting still in his seat, looking back over his shoulder with one eye as it was passed, going from the first guy to the second, the lionboy was completely helpless as he watched that guy open up the note and read it. After a few seconds, the guy rose his head and stared forward, not looking behind him as he passed it to the girl sitting behind him, the male's obviously shocked look meant he read it, but luckily, he didn't say anything.
As the girl received the note, she opened it up too and read it. Genki just clenched his teeth together, for some reason, seeing a guy read that note, didn't bother him near as much as it did when SHE read it! "That bitch! that is NOT for her to read how can she be so nosey!" The little lionboy thought. The girl didn't react the way the guy in front of her did, in fact, surprisingly, she didn't react at all, instead she still passed it to the male behind her, the male that had written the first note and sent it along to the girly lionboy sitting a few seats in front of him.
Sitting in that seat, was a tall, muscular, fully matured, black furred wolf anthro, A senior, 18 years old, starting the first day of his last year in high school. and what the lionboy didn't realize, was that the person sitting next to that dark wolf anthro, was the person that recognized the lionboy.
About 30 minutes earlier, when the class started and the lionboy bent over to set his purse down, the lionboy had no idea just how much he was making his dream a reality, he didn't just give one or two boys a look at his exposed ass underneath his skirt, but every single guy learned that the boy was wearing pink panties underneath that mini skirt. And as they commented to eachother in the back, noone believed it when one of the guys whispering said that the slutty little girl they were looking at was not a girl, but just a young boy with the reputation of a nerd from a previous school last year.
But a couple notes back and forth later, and now the wolf who was a senior was opening up a note he sent to a freshman, never seeing anyone like that in the school before, he finished opening up the note to read something like he never read before, leaving him in such disbelief, he had to read it a second time. Then the wolf took the first note that asked; "are you a boy?" and the confession of; "is that ok?" on the back of it, held it up to the guy next to him and said to him "If that is actually a boy, then you're not going to believe this."
The wolf then gave the second note to the guy next to him, and after reading; "Sure, you are really cute, do you have a boyfriend? I might be looking for a girlfriend." The guy that remembered the lionboy as a nerd from last year, read the back of the note in just as much shock and disbelief, it wasn't that a boy was writing with pink ink, that he made little heart's above the lower case i's, or that he put a smiley kitty face at the end of the sentence, it was that for whatever reason, the boy actually wrote on it; "If I suck your cock, would you be nice to me like a girlfriend?"
The two looked at eachother not sure what to say, and unfortunately for the little lionboy, his reputation was off to a very very bad start, because all the guys in the back passed around that note, and the lionboy was already getting way more attention than he had planned on. As the bell rang, the young, feminine, not yet matured, girly little 12 year old lionboy, was stopped as soon as he walked out the door and around the first corner, as the masculine, fully matured, 18 year old, dark furred wolf anthro just pinned the slutty lionboy between himself and a wall as he pressed a hand right above the boy's head and against the wall, his tail wagging behind him as he just grinned at the boy, answering the response on the note that said "If I suck your cock, would you be nice to me like a girlfriend?" with a single word from the wolfs drooling, almost tongue hanging muzzle. "Yes!"...
(Prelude to "Highschool, reputation, and the wrong kind of attention" part II.)