LifeToy (genderbender, non-porn)

A classic genderbender story. no porn, at least not yet, maybe later. hope you like it.

Chapter 1:

Dreams came in bursts as I faded in and out of slumber. I was in biology and could not keep myself awake. The movie that was playing was boring as could be and it did not help that Carley had decided to take me out to a party the night before. Luckily I had long ago developed a skill for sleeping while sitting up, which the teachers could not pinpoint as me sleeping while the room was dark.

The movie finished up and I felt a sharp jab in my side. My eyes fluttered open, but I was not entirely awake. My eyes would not focus on the view in front of my very nose. I shook my head, which helped slightly. Then I turned around to look at the clock that was fastened to the wall in the back of the classroom. Five minutes left. I stretched, another thing that helped me wake up.

Carley, who was both sitting next to me and was the one who poked me in the side, playfully slapped me on the cheek. “Wake up, girl. You can't go getting a detention, not when we are going out today.”

I waved a hand in dismissal while yawning openly. “Yeah, yeah. She has not caught me yet and it has been fifty three days in a row. I won't get caught.”

Carley snickered. “You did skip that day when the sports festival was going on.”

“We weren't in class that day. That doesn't count,” I said defensively. Then I realized she was just trying to rile me up.

“Much better. You're awake now.”

Ms. Taylor was writing an assignment on the board, which I quickly copied down before the bell rang. Being that school had ended, I followed Carley to her car. She blasted some random crap on the radio, while driving us to the mall. When we arrived, I followed her like a little sheep through the mall to the food court where we would hang out for the rest of the day, as always. I did not complain, it was not like it wasn't fun or as if I had anything else to do. Plus, I got free food and other shit, because Carley's parents are fucking rich and she can buy whatever she wants.

Now if you consider that buying friendship, sure, I could see that. The only thing is that we were actually friends before her parents made the right choices in the stocks. It was almost uncanny how well they did. They always seemed to buy the right ones and to sell at the right time. I wish I knew their secrets, but then again I don't need to because they buy me whatever I want as well as what Carley wants.

We chose a table tucked into a corner. We got the table every day and basically deemed it our table. In fact, Carley paid some of the janitors to put trash on the table so no one would sit there before we arrived and then to remove the trash when we did.

She loved being totted on and I was satisfied with being along for the ride. It could be quite amusing watching her try to get her way and knowing that she used to do everything herself, without complaint.

And so she sa