Yes/Tom & Tash/D-1(G1) Br3, H-C/Deal with Craig
"Hey twinkies! When do I get to laugh at you two making soft sweet love to each other?" He's laughing at you now. You try your best to ignore him. You know he's going to try and make this miserable just like everything else, but if you don't gratify him with your attention you might be able to make his presence here bearable. That's not going to stop him though.
"How about the boys go first, lining up and..."
"You would choose the boys first wouldn't you! You engineered this just to get a look!" You didn't worked your suggestion as a question, which would be why Craig is able to ignore you and keep making his remarks. Maybe with a simple reword you might be able to shut him up for a while.
"Craig don't you hate wearing clothes?!" Ok, so that was a little harsher than you had intended to go for, but it'll do the job well enough.
"Yes." He is only able to answer straight, but you already knew that.
"Then why are you still wearing them? Or do you have a small one to hide?" You know exactly what you meant by that. A part of you hopes the ring does as well.
"M-maybe." Really? He's not giving a definite yes; maybe it wasn't specific enough for the ring. You realise quickly, however, that His answer is not in his words at all. His face has gone a bright red. Oh guess you will never get a boy to admit to their penis size, at least not by words any way. His hands begin fidgeting, scratching around his neck and pulling his sleeves away from his body. You've left him in a very conflicted position; trying to decide between the hatred of wearing clothes and the need to hide his undersized package is a tormenting place for a boy. You're even starting to feel bad for him! That said, you quite like the idea of tormenting him a little longer!
"Do the girls want to take their clothes off first then?" You ask freely, met with four unanimated recitals of "yes". You slide your school blazer off and begin unbuttoning your shirt. You stop half way as you find yourself distracted by watching the other girls undress. Eve an Ella, by this point, had already stripped pretty quickly down to their skirt, and both of them are effortlessly manoeuvring their knickers off from underneath it; you have no idea why they're bothering to hide it now when within the next thirty seconds they'll be dropping the skirt anyway. 'They'll be dropping their skirts!' you think to yourself.
Eve is slightly taller than her friend, being closer to your height. She's already started showing some curves too. There's not much, but still attractive for a twelve year old. You're positive her breasts might even be bigger than yours! That's not saying much, considering you've grown little more than soft mounds in the last few years, but she definitely has something you can look at. Ella, on the other hand, is smaller, still sop howling a little bit of baby-fat around her waistline. Her breasts have just begun to develop, but you wouldn't give it much time until she's still caught up with you.
Katie has a petite frame, and one that is almost on full display to you now. She lowers her knickers to the ground, stepping out of them and moving her arms around in an attempt to hide herself. Her chest is completely flat as far as you can see, as is her belly. Her vulva takes the form of a small bump and short slit, her thighs doing little to create any cover for it. The way she is moving her arms about suggests she feels awkward being in this state, particularly as she looks around at so many clothed people in the room.
She looks cute, and you could look at her all day if you had the chance to. That's weird; you've never even thought of looking at a girl this way before, and now you're finding it difficult to stop looking at three. Katie makes eye contact with you, looking for affirmation. You've hardly done anything, leaving the poor girl in this state on her own. You can understand her anxiety.
Unbuttoning the rest of your shirt, you drop it to the floor, followed by your bra. You've been wearing one since you were ten, even though you've got barely anything to hide. You barely fill an A cup, sporting two very small, but squeezably soft mounds. Sliding out of your flat school shoes, you peel off your perfectly white socks one by one, adding them to the pile of clothes beside you. Next is unfastening your skirt, which takes no effort at all to drop to the floor,cleaving you stood in just a pair of small, pale pink panties. You pause to take a look at your brother. He's watching you; not like he's getting his first taste of forbidden fruit, he's seen you naked plenty of times before. He watching more out of curiosity. That isn't stopping the bulge in his trousers though.
"Are you boys all feeling turned on at the moment?" You may not be versed in sexual activity or culture, but the language isn't completely alien to you. You doubt you needed to use the power of the ring to give the five boys tent-forming erections, but it doesn't hurt to have the fun. Now starting to enjoy this a little, you edge your last piece of clothing down to your ankles and step out of them. Your the only girl with any pubic hair, although you wouldn't think you have much; a light dusting of short strands across the top. It felt uncomfortable when it started growing, and you've never really liked the feel of it since then. You could probably shave it, but the idea of having to use a blade slightly terrifies you. You don't have too much hair to worry about, you can deal with it when - if - you grow any more.
So there you have it. Yourself and the other three impossibly beautiful young girls are stood stark naked, being looked at five hormonal boys who really want to have their turn! You still can't completely believe this is actually, nor that you actually want it to happen. Well, you did agree to let the ring set your mind towards it. The question is, what's next?