Beautiful girl parallel world

Parallel World of a Beautiful Girl: This story is: 1. A transformation story; please do not read if you dislike this genre. 2. An exposure story.

First published on Lamb's Blog; please credit the author when reposting: Qi Ren .

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Parallel World of a Beautiful Girl

Author: Qi Ren

I was reborn.

I inexplicably returned to the day before I started high school.

Same parents, same living environment, unfamiliar yet familiar junior high classmates…

The difference is, I've become an incredibly beautiful girl… Oh my god…

Looking at my stunningly beautiful face in the mirror… my pointed, round, and perky breasts… my slender waist (less than 22 inches)… my full, smooth buttocks… my flat stomach, the pubic hair… my flawless, snow-white, and translucent long legs…

My mind is filled with many memories of being a girl… my life from childhood to adulthood, the older sister next door, the classmate… My best girlfriends, my parents' love and care, the overwhelming floral offensive from the boys…

Well, perhaps it should be said the other way around: this incredibly beautiful young woman's body now houses the soul and thoughts of a grown man like me…

Even though we've returned to a relatively conservative era, our school uniform skirts have become incredibly short… and the tops are super transparent… extremely revealing, incredibly sexy… every stitch of the bra is clearly visible to the person in front of me…

Wearing that new uniform, even standing straight, more than half of my thighs are exposed. Sitting down or bending over is even worse; no matter how much I pull, it's no use.

The hem of the skirt is particularly thin, almost like lace or gauze, very transparent, and it billows in the slightest breeze…

Although my masculine consciousness has taken the lead, my alluring body still retains the language, habits, and reflexes of a girl. When going up the stairs, she naturally held down the hem of her skirt; when sitting down, she kept her knees together and gracefully smoothed out her mini-skirt; her slender body always maintained an upright posture, never standing with her legs spread apart in a slumped manner.

"Weiwei, come with me to the restroom, okay?" My best friend Yanping was my junior high school classmate, originally the undisputed school beauty, with a face and figure that were one in a million. However, in this life, with an even more beautiful girl like me, she couldn't even keep her position as the class beauty.

Our class was in the old teaching building, and we got in and out via a long, open spiral staircase. Every time class ended, the bottom was crowded with boys who wanted to peek under the girls' skirts. In my previous life, the girls' skirts were all quite long, and as long as they held them down properly, we could only see a little bit of their thighs at most.

But this life is different; our skirts are just too short and too sexy!

My body is very sensitive and I'm very afraid of the heat, so I only wore tiny, very minimal fabric lingerie under my skirt.

As I went downstairs, I held my skirt tightly with both hands, but I was sure the boys with binoculars had seen my perfect thighs and the alluring glimpse of my private parts through my panties.

I felt my cheeks burning… Although my male mindset made me feel no shame, the intense, lecherous stares from the boys on my thighs sent shivers down my spine… My nipples swelled, and my vagina secreted a fragrant fluid… With each graceful step, my thin panties became increasingly wet and slippery, sinking into my tight, tender labia…

In those short few dozen meters, it felt as if all the boys had gang-raped me, and the lustful fluid from my private parts was almost flowing down my thighs…

Before class, I returned from the restroom hand in hand with Yan Ping when the lecherous head of discipline called me aside. I had always been an excellent student, and Yan Ping knew he wouldn't bother me, so she let go of my hand and went upstairs.

The head of discipline led me to a secluded, soundproof student counseling room and had me sit on a low, soft sofa. I tried to pull at my skirt, but almost all of my thighs were still exposed.

The headmaster locked the door and took out several thick stacks of photos from the cabinet. One stack contained photos of a girl from various angles, clearly showing me. The other stacks were close-up enlargements of beautiful legs, upskirt shots, and breasts, but the faces weren't visible.

The headmaster said that since the start of the semester, he had caught many boys taking photos under the spiral staircase and confiscated many cameras. However, some of the photos belonged to students, and he couldn't keep them all; they had to be returned. For verification, he had all the photos developed and hoped I could help identify and screen them.

My face flushed as I looked through the photos one by one, only to find that every single one was of me… Looking at the sexy bra and breasts under the semi-transparent uniform, the wet panties and tender vulva under the super short pleated skirt, I felt my cheeks getting hotter and hotter, and my tightly pressed legs involuntarily rubbed together slightly…

Because of my constitution, all my underwear is the thinnest, most economical, and sexiest kind… Although I had guessed that some boys might see it, the thousands of close-up photos of my skirts on the desktop still made me dizzy… I’m afraid that anyone who has ever waited at the stairwell has spied on my incredibly tempting little hole…

The lovely girl in the photos is so beautiful, so pure, so cute, but also so sexy, so alluring, and so easy to arouse men… Even though I know it’s my own body, the habitual thoughts and lust from my past life keep teasing my sensitive body…

The heating in the counseling room seems to be getting stronger and stronger. I, who am sensitive to heat, gradually began to sweat. My uniform shirt was soaked with sweat and quickly became completely transparent, clinging to my fair and flawless skin…

After the director took out the photos, he remained squatting in front of me without standing up. I knew it was because his crotch was creating a large tent… On the other hand, it also allowed him to lewdly examine my exposed thighs and genitals, and to directly see my bra and breasts under my transparent shirt…

My breathing became heavy; I was almost panting… Many of the photos were taken from angles that I rarely see in the mirror, extremely charismatic and incredibly tempting…

Seeing that I had put the photos I had examined aside, the director pulled out a few particularly clear close-ups of my private parts and asked me why I had put other people's photos together.

I was extremely ashamed and told him that those incredibly lewd underwear were indeed ones I had worn, and those photos were indeed of me. Of course, I didn't use such an indecent word as "lewd"; I only told him that they were indeed my underwear.

The headmaster stared at the photos for a long time, then chuckled and said, "I never expected such an innocent student like me to wear such alluring underwear..."

He held the photos up to my skirt and chuckled again, "Such beautiful thighs are indeed unlikely to belong to anyone else..."

Although I had used tissues to slightly dry my damp underwear in the restroom, the thin fabric still felt warm and smooth to the touch. The headmaster squatted in front of the low sofa, staring intently at my chest and the bottom of my skirt... My sensitive body couldn't withstand the man's fervor, and my vagina quickly began to gush with lubrication... Wetting the skirt and the sofa beneath my buttocks...

What should I do?! I'm so nervous! Although I had just urinated, I suddenly felt a strange flow of water surging within my secret place...

I used all my remaining strength to squeeze those incredibly alluring thighs even tighter... But the surge within my vagina only grew stronger...

"Ah..." I couldn't help but moan softly! Like a flood bursting its banks, my heaving chest, like a powerful blower, forcefully pushed my desire to erupt!

My lower abdomen tightened involuntarily, and a large amount of nectar gushed from my narrow passage!

The splattering fluids splashed onto the close-up photos of skirts on the table, causing the girls in the pictures to climax along with me… And yet… every single one of the lovely girls in the photos… they were all me!

My body went limp, and I slumped onto the soft sofa. I tried to tighten my slightly loosened thighs, but I couldn't muster even the slightest strength…

I watched helplessly as the director pushed aside the table, knelt beside the sofa, lifted my extremely short skirt, gently spread my thighs, buried his head under my skirt, untied the straps of my panties, and greedily sucked and licked my completely soaked vulva…

“Ah…” I couldn't resist and cried out softly… “Mmm…”

The man's nimble tongue moved within my fragrant passage… His rough hands caressed my silky smooth thighs…

“Mmm… Ah… Ah… Mmm…”

The man's hands were so hot! He touched me so hard my thighs spasmed in waves… My little hole, tingling, numb, sore, and itchy, throbbed and gushed out wave after wave of sweet nectar…

“Oh… um… no… don’t… don’t… stop… stop… don’t…”

“Um… ah… I hate it… ah… um… ah…”

I involuntarily twisted my waist, my hands having unbuttoned my shirt, one in each hand, caressing and kneading my snow-white breasts…

My little hole felt so itchy, so tingling, so numb, so sore, so bitter… but the warm touch brought me endless pleasure…

“Um… um… oh… ah… ah… ah… ah!!!!!!!!!”

A heart-wrenching pain suddenly shot through my lower body!

In a daze… I fainted from the pain…

When I woke up, I found myself lying on a bed in the infirmary, with Yan Ping sitting beside me taking care of me.

She said I had fainted in the counseling room, the discipline director carried me over, notified the class, and of course, she came without hesitation.

My body was still very sore and weak, and for some reason, I didn't feel any pain in my private parts, just a slight swelling…

I struggled to sit up… only to find that my underwear was gone!

“Weiwei,” Yan Ping chuckled, “Your period has started, and your underwear is covered in blood. The nurse went to buy you some underwear…”

My face suddenly became very hot…

“Weiwei, you’re so cute~” Yan Ping pinched my cheek, “You’re so charming~ You’re such a little vixen~”

My mind was in a mess… Had I lost my virginity?

Was that sharp pain before I fainted because my hymen was torn?

Or was it because my period had just started, which conveniently prevented the old pervert from raping me?

My underwear? Wait a minute, my underwear was already taken off by that pervert, how could it be stained with blood?

The nurse returned quickly and answered my question...

The pervert had obviously planned this all along. When he carried me over, I was wearing the sexy underwear he had prepared beforehand, exactly the same as the one in those photos.

My underwear, stained with his juices, must have become part of his private collection...

"Wow~ So sexy~" Yan Ping's eyes lit up. "Weiwei, you always wear such sexy underwear?"

Actually, the underwear the nurse bought for me was much more conservative than what I usually wear. But compared to the safety shorts of most female students, it was still quite tempting.

I was still weak and listless, so Yan Ping and the nurse helped me attach sanitary pads and put on my underwear...

"Weiwei's...it's so pretty down there..." Yan Ping, that little girl, was really something else. "Even down there, the beauty is so pretty..."

My uniform skirt was stained with blood, and the nurse brought me a new one, but because my waist was so thin, the new skirt was actually shorter than the original...jess...

In my memory, both of my skirts were custom-made. I didn't expect that the reason for the custom-made skirts wasn't to shorten them, but to lengthen them...I was excited about my perfect figure, but I was also worried about the future...

School had only just started, and I was almost raped...I think the old pervert must have failed to penetrate me; people that age should still be very taboo about menstruation...To be honest, in my previous life when I was a man, I never did anything as unhygienic as "blood-washing silver spear"...

In both my lives, I didn't need any tutoring. After school, I would go to my father's company to wait for him to get off work.

I know I'm incredibly alluring, so I'm afraid to take the bus or ride a bicycle in such a short skirt. My dad drives me to and from school every day.

His company is on the top two floors of a building. The entire building has smooth, shiny marble mirrors, almost like mercury glass.

Before stepping through the gate, I have to hold my skirt tightly, otherwise the security guards and doormen can get a full view of my incredibly tempting undergarments, especially since my skirt is even shorter than usual today…

Although everyone recognizes me, they always tirelessly demand that I register my name every time I come in or out, and they try all sorts of ways to strike up a conversation with me. I know they just want to prolong their voyeuristic time; in fact, many people coming in and out on business don't even register.

No matter how cold the weather, they always had a large fan by the counter, blowing it fiercely under my skirt…

I could only hold down my skirt with one hand and write data with the other, enduring the wolfish, drooling gazes of those men…

Of course, whenever I was at the counter, the men coming and going would always stop and line up to register, adding a bunch of strange entries to the register. The floor was so clean and bright that I could even see the alluring reflection of my skirt in the mirror…

After registering and escaping the doorman's entanglement, many men would accompany me up in the transparent elevator. The elevator floor was also mirrored, and the front and back were made of reinforced glass like floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a view of the small garden behind the building.

At this time of year, the number of men smoking and strolling in the garden would increase dramatically. Some of the men I had seen in the garden would even come to the front, under the pretext of business, and accompany me all the way to register and go upstairs, then reluctantly leave. I never saw any of those men actually step into my father's company.

Today, because I wasn't feeling well, I left early and arrived at the building much earlier than usual.

The guard was leering at me, forgetting to notify the counter, so that wretched fan wasn't turned on.

I felt lucky and expertly opened the register… only to find they were all empty!

The doorman was staring blankly at my legs, which were more exposed than usual… I called him several times before he reacted…

He smiled and said, "Your skirt looks especially short today, really nice…"

The doorman brought out a box and squatted by the counter, rummaging through the registers… Actually, he was just looking at my legs…

After searching for ages, there wasn't a register in the box… He was just pretending!

Finally, I got a new one, signed it with a flourish, and rushed to the back… Luckily, no one was around, so I could take the elevator alone! Just

as I was catching my breath and congratulating myself in the elevator, tragedy struck…

The building lost power!

The elevator was stuck before the second floor, about four or five meters above the ground... The transparent, enclosed space became a suspended display case showcasing my beautiful female body!

The doorman and security guards arrived quickly... They stared menacingly under my skirt... I desperately stood at the back of the elevator, but I still couldn't stop them from leering me from below...

Soon, the men who had come down to smoke because of the power outage gathered in the small garden... The news that the miniskirted beauty was trapped in the elevator drew more and more men to the building...

I felt so ashamed... My sensitive body felt as if it were being caressed by men's large hands, sending indescribable tingling sensations through me...

I didn't know where to hide... There were people in front of and behind the transparent elevator, and my exposed skirt was completely defenseless...

I wanted to faint... I held on... Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind, and I slowly knelt down on the mirrored floor of the elevator, holding my skirt.

Unexpectedly, the men below cheered from one after another…

I even heard them praising my beautiful legs and perky buttocks… Some even mentioned my period and sanitary napkins…

My face turned so red… My body felt so hot… I… listened carefully… and realized that the elevator floor was a double-sided magic mirror!

Because of the angle of the sunlight, the elevator floor appeared transparent to the men below… My kneeling posture actually brought me closer to them, making it easier for them to leer at me…

I burst into tears… I took all the textbooks out of my backpack and spread them on the floor… It wasn’t enough space…

I tore off the unimportant parts of the textbooks, crying as I spread them out, covering the entire floor…

The men finally dispersed, the floor was no longer transparent, and from their angle, they could only see my upper body… I hugged my backpack to my chest, trying to hide my heaving breasts…

The electricity returned.

The elevator moved.

I arrived at the top floor, tears streaming down my face, and threw myself into my father’s arms, sobbing.

My soft breasts pressed tightly against my father…

His large hands patted my back, wrapped around my waist, and gradually moved downwards…

His large hands moved to my buttocks, gently patting them, lifting my ridiculously short skirt, gently touching and lovingly rubbing…

I cried until I felt completely exhausted. I wanted to escape, but I had no strength to…

My father pulled down my underwear, sliding from my buttocks to my private parts between my legs…

The wet, slippery, sticky substance pulled at my father’s large hands… He obviously didn’t realize it was blood, not water…

A dull pain came from my lower abdomen… I couldn’t help but press myself tightly against my father’s chest again…

I fainted.

When I woke up, I found myself lying in my father’s car. It was already dark outside, and the familiar neighborhood of our home was beside the road.

I was wearing my underwear, but it was pinching my genitals sorely… I glanced at my dad, trying to reach under my skirt to adjust it… but I discovered the entire skirt was lifted up, exposing my beautiful thighs, lower abdomen, and the private parts my underwear had covered to him…

I couldn't help but groan, pulling the skirt down to cover my legs with one hand, and reaching under the skirt with the other to pull down my underwear, trying to make my genitals feel more comfortable…

My dad's large hand came over, sliding up and down my thighs. He seriously mocked me for not sleeping properly, like a child…

I gritted my teeth… If it weren't for my period, I probably would have been violated a second time today… I was thinking about what excuse I could use to escape my dad's clutches… If things had gone like this today, I knew I would be raped by my dad after my period…

Back home, I ate a little something haphazardly and went back to my room.

While showering, my mind was in turmoil… Should I live at school? I don't know if people from this city can apply for boarding school... I think it's possible for people from the suburbs, but my house isn't that far from the school... even though I have to cross a bridge, it's only a few bus stops away...

What should I do?

My dad's lust has been aroused, how can I protect myself? ...

I should buy a stun gun tomorrow, I need to carry it with me...

I'll buy it after school... I probably won't need it at school yet, as long as I stay away from that pervert.

I showered for a long, long time, as if trying to wash away all the filth, to wash away the fingerprints of that pervert and my dad on my skin...

I know my body is still clean, but I can't help feeling nauseous...

After showering and drying my hair, I went to bed early.

In my dream, I was wearing a miniskirt shorter than usual, walking down a spiral staircase…

The staircase didn't connect to the ground, but to a long runway leading to the flagpole in the square… All

the boys in the school were gathered around the runway, snapping photos from below and peering through binoculars. A TV station's SNG van was parked nearby, and countless reporters with cameras were pointed at me…

Above the flagpole, a huge projection screen displayed close-ups of my incredibly beautiful body from five different angles…

On the far left were my beautiful legs, following my elegant steps… Next to them was the bottom of my skirt, magnified to show my tender vulva encased in sexy lingerie… Beside that, in the center, was a large screen displaying my smiling face, my adorable dimples pure and beautiful; even I couldn't help but admire her—she was truly a captivatingly beautiful girl.

Next still, there was a close-up of my chest. My breasts, encased in a half-cup lace bra, swayed with each step. The semi-transparent uniform top, like a spotlight, partially obscured my breasts, making them even more alluring…

The rightmost image shows my graceful back. My slender waist sways gently, my full hips gently rock… I walk seductively towards the flagpole in my high-heeled school shoes…

The short distance, which should be quick at first glance, feels like it takes me forever…

The male students around the platform are chattering, loudly commenting, praising, and extolling my perfect, alluring body…

Their crotches are bulging, and they're going through roll after roll of film…

I see the posters they're holding up… The posters show the sexy photos the disciplinary headmaster showed me…

I look so beautiful, so tempting, so delicious on the big screen…

I walk on… lost in my own beautiful reflection…

The area around the platform is getting more and more crowded.

I saw my father, the men in his company building, the building's doorman and guards...

The flagpole was so close, yet so far away... I felt like I could reach it any moment, but it took me so long, so long...

A gust of wind blew... lifting my short skirt...

I cried out, frantically trying to hold it down... The gasps of the boys and men were like a tidal wave, deafening and thunderous...

Seeing my private parts, clad in sexy underwear, up close, drove the men wild...

I saw the doorman holding an electric fan above his head, blowing it fiercely at me... I could barely hold my skirt down...

On the big screen, I was both ashamed and anxious, my pretty face flushed, utterly beautiful...

In the close-up shot under my skirt, I saw my panties gradually darken... the watermark widened...

I squeezed my legs together tightly, trying to suppress the throbbing of my impending climax...

My body went limp, and I knelt on the runway... I couldn't get up, I couldn't move...

The wide runway suddenly narrowed. Countless large hands touched my calves, my thighs... They touched me so itchy... so comfortable... so... so desirable...

The nectar in my secret place flowed more and more... a steady, endless trickle... soaking my panties, flowing onto my socks, seeping into the hem of my skirt...

The boys caressed my thighs while licking the nectar that flowed to the edge of the runway...

The electric fan in the gatehouse blew me chilly, a coldness ran through my lower body, and my vagina couldn't help but ejaculate again!

The guard brought a register and asked me to sign it… My hand felt glued to the book, glued to the pen. I picked up the pen and wrote, wrote and wrote… I wrote my name… I wrote my height and weight… I wrote my measurements… I wrote my bra size… I wrote my favorite sex positions… I wrote down the lewd words deep in my heart…

Suddenly the runway turned into a mirror… I saw my incredibly beautiful face in the mirror…

The mirror suddenly became transparent… The area under the glass was crowded with boys and men, staring at me intently… I felt so ashamed…

I felt my face burning… I looked up at the big screen… The big screen was playing photos of me taken from various angles…

The girl in the photos was so beautiful, so innocent… But the movements frozen in time on the film seemed so lewd…

Wearing a uniform that was practically transparent, a pleated skirt that was so short it looked like it was screaming, and even choosing such sexy lingerie… …Suddenly, I felt that the girl in the picture…her heart…seemed…to have a tiny bit of…desire…

A strange sensation suddenly came from my thighs…

The cool glass runway was gone, vanished. The transparent material separating me and the boys was gone.

Their hands supported me, their warm palms carefully cradling me…

My thighs, my calves, my buttocks, were all gently cared for and tenderly stroked by them…

I was so ashamed! Extremely ashamed…On the big screen, my pretty face turned even redder…A close-up of my chest showed my erect nipples, and my snow-white, crystal-clear neck was flushed…

My vagina tightened…I climaxed again…

The fragrant scent made my heart flutter, and I couldn’t help but moan and cry out!

“Hmm…”

The men supporting me were drenched in the fragrant spring water.

A fleshy, plate-like object licked my vulva, sucking on my lips through my underwear. The vacuum suction made me let out another soft moan.

Yan Ping and the nurse walked over, stepping on the boys' shoulders…

They gently helped me take off my skirt, untied my underwear straps, attached a sanitary napkin, helped me put my underwear back on, and helped me change into a shorter, more alluring mini-skirt…

I woke up.

I was lying in my room, on my bed. A small hand caressed my breasts, while another small hand slipped inside my underwear, pressing against my incredibly wet vulva…

I pulled my hands away in embarrassment and sat up… The sheets were stained.

There was blood, there was vaginal fluid, more fluid than blood.

I went to the bathroom to wash my hands, wash my nightgown, and then turned on the shower…

My breasts were still heaving… I wanted to scream…

The scenes in my dream were like a drug, pulling at my increasingly thinning willpower…

In the misty, gray mirror, my incredibly alluring, perfect figure was still reflected…

In my past life, I had a very strong sex drive, and now that I'm a super beautiful girl, the euphoria of orgasm makes me unwilling to give it up…

I thought about the oral sex in the counselor room yesterday… I thought about my incredibly sensitive body…

I realized that… I can actually enjoy more than in my past life.

More, more, more orgasmic pleasure.

I decided not to buy a stun gun.

I plan to wear that super short new school uniform skirt to school today.

Good students shouldn't be able to order uniforms casually, right?

The length of the skirt should be as it should be; I can't have special privileges just because I have good grades. That's right.

My legs are just too beautiful; I shouldn't hide them… Beautiful things should be appreciated by more people…

After showering and changing the sheets, I went back to bed.

I was too excited to sleep.

I threw back the covers, kicked my legs, and did leg and buttock exercises according to the girl's memory.

Although I was already as beautiful as an angel descended from heaven, I still needed to maintain my face and figure. My little hands were

n't idle either , massaging according to the breast enhancement tutorial ... "Ohh

... Although I still held down the hem of my skirt, this shorter pleated skirt couldn't hide the voyeuristic gazes from below... Soon, all the boys in the school knew that their goddess was having her period... During PE class, the male teacher gently arranged for me to rest under a tree. During lab class, the boys in my group insisted that I not help them; they told me to just sit quietly. I felt so touched. Their delicate care touched the heart of that girl hidden within me... I even sweetly smiled and thanked the boy who accepted the love letter before school ended. He'd probably get beaten up by his classmates when he got home, I guess. But in the following days, as more and more boys got beaten up, everyone realized that the goddess was just no longer cold to boys; she still threw all the love letters in the trash. What could I do? My backpack was already heavy enough; how could I carry love letters? How could I possibly read all those love letters? Tomorrow. Tomorrow my period should be over. I've already chosen my first boyfriend... I've also booked that absolutely soundproof student counseling room. I'm so excited... I'm so looking forward to it... Yanping, I don't think you'll refuse me, right ? (end)

[This post was last edited by Wuye on 2009-06-08 at 21:31 ]

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