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A few students were already in the classroom and at their seats when Georgia walked in. Among them was Stacey, sitting off in one of the corners of the classroom and staring out the window. Nobody was really paying that much attention to Georgia. Likely they were simply accepting her as another woman classmate and getting ready for class. At least none seemed to be staring or giving weird looks her way. So far so good!

Walking with renewed confidence, Georgia stepped up near Stacey and motioned to the seat next to her. “Excuse me, but is this seat taken?” she asked sweetly.

Stacey seemed a bit startled by Georgia, as if she was daydreaming. She looked at Georgia, blushing a bit in embarrassment, probably from being startled so easily.

“Oh, err … No. You can sit there if you like. It’s fine,” she answered, shuffling her papers in order as the rest of the class funneled in and took their seats.

“Why thanks. I’m Georgia. Pleased to meet you,” she said in her Southern drawl, offering a hand to shake. She worried in retrospect if girls did things like handshaking.

“Nice to meet you too. I’m Stacey,” she answered, shaking her hand briefly, seeming a bit distracted.

The teacher, Mrs. Hemplight, slowly walked into the classroom and closed the door behind her, a hand on her full belly. “Sorry for being a bit late.”

She waddled toward the front of the room. “The baby just wouldn’t stop kicking a few minutes ago. A little bit of warning for you girls out there looking to have kids. It’s not all fun and games,” she said, clearly joking with the class.

Most of the boys in the classroom just rolled their eyes, a few of the girls just shook their heads, trying not to think about what was just brought up.

Georgia watched the teacher and smiled at the playful comment. Just as Ray enjoyed cross-dressing, the idea of being pregnant also fascinated him. He often tried to imagine the feeling and had been toying with some techniques that might help him create his own faux belly. Maybe Teresa could help with that too? A conversation for another time, though.

She glanced sideways at Stacey. “Wow. She looks like she’s ready to pop! How far along is she?” she whispered, playing up the ‘new student’ angle.

Stacey shrugs and shakes her head. “I don’t know. Six, seven months maybe? You should ask her after class. She’s been pregnant since we started class this year.”

“Oh, wow. She looks great though, don’t you think? You think they put the pregnant teacher in charge of health class on purpose? I’ll bet it will make sex ed really awkward,” she said with a grin.

Stacey didn’t really react to the humorous comment and glanced back out the window.

“Hey, are you okay? Is something wrong?” she asked tenderly.

Stacey just waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, it’s just boy trouble. You know how it is, right? They just don’t get things at all,” she said.

“Oh, I know what you mean. My last boyfriend was just so ... Possessive. I’m glad I broke it off before things got too serious, or he might have thought he literally owned me,” she said, making up a story and trying to give Stacey some things to empathize with. She had to get her to open up without blowing her cover.

“Who’s the boy? He’s not here is he?” Georgia asked, glancing around conspiratorially.

“No, he’s not in this class,” Stacey said, shaking her head. “We have a few classes together, but not very many. His name is Jason. You might have seen or met him today, depending on what classes you had today.”

Georgia paused as if considering the name. “Maybe, but it doesn’t ring a bell. I’ve met a lot of people today, but mostly I’ve just been trying to get to my classes. Have you been dating long?” she asked.

Stacey nodded, “Yeah, about a year and a half, actually. We’ve known each other for a few years, but we weren’t really ‘dating’ back then.”

“Alright, class, settle down,” Mrs. Hemplight said as she held up a video tape and looked around at the whole class. “Today’s going to be a movie day, so I want everyone to be quiet and pay attention. I’ll be handing out a quiz at the end.”

Georgia chuckled. “Ah, the teacher’s best friend: an old educational film. She must be tired of being on her feet all day and needs a rest,” she whispered.

The teacher put the video tape in the tape deck and pressed play while wheeling the TV to the center of the room so everyone could watch from a decent angle. Then she turned the lights off and settled into her chair.

“So what’s happened with Jason? If you’ve known each other for so long, what’s causing the trouble? I mean, sure, guys are guys ... Wait, he’s not getting grabby or anything, is he?” Georgia whispered.

“No, it’s not like that. He’s just a guy, you know? He doesn’t seem to understand what we girls go through,” she trails off.

She looks down a bit, almost as if thinking about something else, but coincidentally, at least to Georgia’s perspective, she also seems to be looking at Georgia’s chest.

“Right ... Us girls,” Georgia muttered. She then noticed Stacey’s gaze and raised an eyebrow. Was Stacey just jealous of Georgia’s bustline, or was it something else?

“Guys just don’t understand, do they? I mean, we have to wash and dry our hair, put on make-up, match just the right clothes ... Find the right bra,” she whispered back, pausing intentionally and looking at Stacey.

Stacey caught herself staring a bit at Georgia’s chest and then looked up, blushing at the realization.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but are those real? They seem awfully well-developed for someone your age. I’m finding myself rather jealous all of a sudden,” she whispered bluntly.

Georgia paused, unsure how to react to this question. Had she really been found out so quickly? Then she smiled and shrugged apologetically.

"Okay, you got me. My first day in a new school and I figured I'd turn a few heads. Too big, you think? Maybe if I tone them down tomorrow, no one will notice the change. You won't tell anyone, will you?" she said conspiratorially. Maybe sharing a 'secret' would help her gain Stacey's confidence.

“Wow. Well, for them being fake they’re almost convincing. I feel bad for calling you out on them, now, but they do draw a lot of attention to themselves. Are you kind of a late bloomer, or is it just part of your Halloween costume for today?” she asked, cocking her head a bit.

Georgia decided to play dumb.

"Halloween? Oh, is that why I saw someone dressed as a pirate? I thought maybe they were just the team mascot," she said with a chuckle. "Yeah, you could say I'm a late bloomer. I figured if anyone caught me, I could just say they were a costume. I guess I went too big, huh? It's so hard sometimes, knowing what's right and what's wrong."

“True enough,” Stacey said nodding. “And it’s not like guys would care either way. Most of them would just be thrilled to death to have something like that to stare at all day.”

Stacey chuckled a bit as she looked down at Georgia’s chest again.

"Why didn't you dress up?" she asked.

Stacey looked back up and shrugged at the question.

“I guess I’m just not that much into Halloween anymore. There was a time I used to enjoy dressing up as a character, but anymore it just seems like a lot of effort just to pretend to be something I’m not.”

Georgia sensed something more to that statement. “Yeah, I guess Halloween is just a bit of silly fun once you get to be our age. What’s hardest is being yourself all the time, you know. Not giving in to what people expect,” she said.

“Exactly!” Stacey said, nodding to Georgia.

“Most boys just seem to have these expectations about what their girlfriends should be like. I just don’t feel that way about the relationship at all. They’re okay as friends, but I don’t think I could ever be what they want me to be. I don’t know. Maybe I’ve just been looking in the wrong direction,” she added, glancing briefly down at Georgia’s chest again, a slight smile sneaks onto her face.

“Boys don’t know everything. Most of the ones I know just pretend to know what their talking about anyways,” she said. She then caught Stacey’s glance and blinked.

“What are you saying? You think you ... like ...” she whispered conspiratorially, pausing to indicate her boobs. If Stacey was a lesbian, or even bi, that would explain a lot. It also might complicate things for Georgia.

Stacey tried to hide her smile, but it just made her blush even more as it seemed Georgia was getting closer to the truth. She tried to look away, back toward the video playing on the television, to her desk, anything, but her eyes just wouldn’t move away. Knowing the longer she stared, the further it would incriminate her, she simply resigned herself and nodded to Georgia, hoping that once the ice was broken it would get easier.

Georgia flushed a little, both in nervousness and in relief. She’d found out Stacey’s secret and the likely reason she’d been giving Jason mixed signals.

“Okay ... Well, there’s nothing wrong with that. You should be true to yourself and your feelings, even if it’s hard for others to accept. No matter what, I accept you,” she said, reaching out to pat Stacey’s hand and smile.

The lights flicked back on as the teacher turned off the video. The bell rang shortly thereafter, sparing the class of the possibility of a quiz. As the rest of the students collected their books and started heading out of the classroom, Stacey grabbed Georgia and gave her a hug, holding her close so their breasts squeezed up against one another.

“Thank you,” she whispered before breaking the hug and rushing out of the classroom herself.

Georgia sat there for a moment after the hug, still absorbing the new information.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered after. Picking up her things, she was one of the last ones to leave the room. She drifted back to her locker, wondering if she should tell Jason what she had discovered, or just let Stacey handle it herself.

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A few students were already in the classroom and at their seats when Georgia walked in. Among them was Stacey, sitting off in one of the corners of the classroom and staring out the window. Nobody was really paying that much attention to Georgia. Likely they were simply accepting her as another woman classmate and getting ready for class. At least none seemed to be staring or giving weird looks her way. So far so good!

Walking with renewed confidence, Georgia stepped up near Stacey and motioned to the seat next to her. “Excuse me, but is this seat taken?” she asked sweetly.

Stacey seemed a bit startled by Georgia, as if she was daydreaming. She looked at Georgia, blushing a bit in embarrassment, probably from being startled so easily.

“Oh, err … No. You can sit there if you like. It’s fine,” she answered, shuffling her papers in order as the rest of the class funneled in and took their seats.

“Why thanks. I’m Georgia. Pleased to meet you,” she said in her Southern drawl, offering a hand to shake. She worried in retrospect if girls did things like handshaking.

“Nice to meet you too. I’m Stacey,” she answered, shaking her hand briefly, seeming a bit distracted.

The teacher, Mrs. Hemplight, slowly walked into the classroom and closed the door behind her, a hand on her full belly. “Sorry for being a bit late.”

She waddled toward the front of the room. “The baby just wouldn’t stop kicking a few minutes ago. A little bit of warning for you girls out there looking to have kids. It’s not all fun and games,” she said, clearly joking with the class.

Most of the boys in the classroom just rolled their eyes, a few of the girls just shook their heads, trying not to think about what was just brought up.

Georgia watched the teacher and smiled at the playful comment. Just as Ray enjoyed cross-dressing, the idea of being pregnant also fascinated him. He often tried to imagine the feeling and had been toying with some techniques that might help him create his own faux belly. Maybe Teresa could help with that too? A conversation for another time, though.

She glanced sideways at Stacey. “Wow. She looks like she’s ready to pop! How far along is she?” she whispered, playing up the ‘new student’ angle.

Stacey shrugs and shakes her head. “I don’t know. Six, seven months maybe? You should ask her after class. She’s been pregnant since we started class this year.”

“Oh, wow. She looks great though, don’t you think? You think they put the pregnant teacher in charge of health class on purpose? I’ll bet it will make sex ed really awkward,” she said with a grin.

Stacey didn’t really react to the humorous comment and glanced back out the window.

“Hey, are you okay? Is something wrong?” she asked tenderly.

Stacey just waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, it’s just boy trouble. You know how it is, right? They just don’t get things at all,” she said.

“Oh, I know what you mean. My last boyfriend was just so ... Possessive. I’m glad I broke it off before things got too serious, or he might have thought he literally owned me,” she said, making up a story and trying to give Stacey some things to empathize with. She had to get her to open up without blowing her cover.

“Who’s the boy? He’s not here is he?” Georgia asked, glancing around conspiratorially.

“No, he’s not in this class,” Stacey said, shaking her head. “We have a few classes together, but not very many. His name is Jason. You might have seen or met him today, depending on what classes you had today.”

Georgia paused as if considering the name. “Maybe, but it doesn’t ring a bell. I’ve met a lot of people today, but mostly I’ve just been trying to get to my classes. Have you been dating long?” she asked.

Stacey nodded, “Yeah, about a year and a half, actually. We’ve known each other for a few years, but we weren’t really ‘dating’ back then.”

“Alright, class, settle down,” Mrs. Hemplight said as she held up a video tape and looked around at the whole class. “Today’s going to be a movie day, so I want everyone to be quiet and pay attention. I’ll be handing out a quiz at the end.”

Georgia chuckled. “Ah, the teacher’s best friend: an old educational film. She must be tired of being on her feet all day and needs a rest,” she whispered.

The teacher put the video tape in the tape deck and pressed play while wheeling the TV to the center of the room so everyone could watch from a decent angle. Then she turned the lights off and settled into her chair.

“So what’s happened with Jason? If you’ve known each other for so long, what’s causing the trouble? I mean, sure, guys are guys ... Wait, he’s not getting grabby or anything, is he?” Georgia whispered.

“No, it’s not like that. He’s just a guy, you know? He doesn’t seem to understand what we girls go through,” she trails off.

She looks down a bit, almost as if thinking about something else, but coincidentally, at least to Georgia’s perspective, she also seems to be looking at Georgia’s chest.

“Right ... Us girls,” Georgia muttered. She then noticed Stacey’s gaze and raised an eyebrow. Was Stacey just jealous of Georgia’s bustline, or was it something else?

“Guys just don’t understand, do they? I mean, we have to wash and dry our hair, put on make-up, match just the right clothes ... Find the right bra,” she whispered back, pausing intentionally and looking at Stacey.

Stacey caught herself staring a bit at Georgia’s chest and then looked up, blushing at the realization.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but are those real? They seem awfully well-developed for someone your age. I’m finding myself rather jealous all of a sudden,” she whispered bluntly.

Georgia paused, unsure how to react to this question. Had she really been found out so quickly? Then she smiled and shrugged apologetically.

"Okay, you got me. My first day in a new school and I figured I'd turn a few heads. Too big, you think? Maybe if I tone them down tomorrow, no one will notice the change. You won't tell anyone, will you?" she said conspiratorially. Maybe sharing a 'secret' would help her gain Stacey's confidence.

“Wow. Well, for them being fake they’re almost convincing. I feel bad for calling you out on them, now, but they do draw a lot of attention to themselves. Are you kind of a late bloomer, or is it just part of your Halloween costume for today?” she asked, cocking her head a bit.

Georgia decided to play dumb.

"Halloween? Oh, is that why I saw someone dressed as a pirate? I thought maybe they were just the team mascot," she said with a chuckle. "Yeah, you could say I'm a late bloomer. I figured if anyone caught me, I could just say they were a costume. I guess I went too big, huh? It's so hard sometimes, knowing what's right and what's wrong."

“True enough,” Stacey said nodding. “And it’s not like guys would care either way. Most of them would just be thrilled to death to have something like that to stare at all day.”

Stacey chuckled a bit as she looked down at Georgia’s chest again.

"Why didn't you dress up?" she asked.

Stacey looked back up and shrugged at the question.

“I guess I’m just not that much into Halloween anymore. There was a time I used to enjoy dressing up as a character, but anymore it just seems like a lot of effort just to pretend to be something I’m not.”

Georgia sensed something more to that statement. “Yeah, I guess Halloween is just a bit of silly fun once you get to be our age. What’s hardest is being yourself all the time, you know. Not giving in to what people expect,” she said.

“Exactly!” Stacey said, nodding to Georgia.

“Most boys just seem to have these expectations about what their girlfriends should be like. I just don’t feel that way about the relationship at all. They’re okay as friends, but I don’t think I could ever be what they want me to be. I don’t know. Maybe I’ve just been looking in the wrong direction,” she added, glancing briefly down at Georgia’s chest again, a slight smile sneaks onto her face.

“Boys don’t know everything. Most of the ones I know just pretend to know what their talking about anyways,” she said. She then caught Stacey’s glance and blinked.

“What are you saying? You think you ... like ...” she whispered conspiratorially, pausing to indicate her boobs. If Stacey was a lesbian, or even bi, that would explain a lot. It also might complicate things for Georgia.

Stacey tried to hide her smile, but it just made her blush even more as it seemed Georgia was getting closer to the truth. She tried to look away, back toward the video playing on the television, to her desk, anything, but her eyes just wouldn’t move away. Knowing the longer she stared, the further it would incriminate her, she simply resigned herself and nodded to Georgia, hoping that once the ice was broken it would get easier.

Georgia flushed a little, both in nervousness and in relief. She’d found out Stacey’s secret and the likely reason she’d been giving Jason mixed signals.

“Okay ... Well, there’s nothing wrong with that. You should be true to yourself and your feelings, even if it’s hard for others to accept. No matter what, I accept you,” she said, reaching out to pat Stacey’s hand and smile.

The lights flicked back on as the teacher turned off the video. The bell rang shortly thereafter, sparing the class of the possibility of a quiz. As the rest of the students collected their books and started heading out of the classroom, Stacey grabbed Georgia and gave her a hug, holding her close so their breasts squeezed up against one another.

“Thank you,” she whispered before breaking the hug and rushing out of the classroom herself.

Georgia sat there for a moment after the hug, still absorbing the new information.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered after. Picking up her things, she was one of the last ones to leave the room. She drifted back to her locker, wondering if she should tell Jason what she had discovered, or just let Stacey handle it herself.