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Sex Education In The Wake Of The Great Shift
By Caleb Jones
"Good afternoon, class."
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Bronstein!" the fourteen children replied. It was
surely a strange looking class compared to her classes before the Great Shift
had forever modified almost everyone in the world by transferring one mind
and personality into another random body among more than ninety-five percent
of the world's population. There were less children to teach now. Some had
run off, some were trapped in elderly, even senile old bodies, and others
were lost or missing, possibly among the dead killed in the many accidents
which occurred when drivers and pilots of vehicles were swapped into other
bodies leaving shocked and confused victims behind.
Ellen Bronstein looked over the students. They ranged between a baby of just
two years old to three senior citizens of seventy plus years of age.
Mentally they all were between five and eleven years old. The twelve and
older children were being taught at the junior and senior high schools since
they had far more knowledge to draw upon.
Ellen herself was now a twelve year old boy, which made her field of
expertise a bit embarrassing. She was a sex education teacher. Her
specialty was female sex education but she had been drafted to teach a
special Sex Education course to young victims of the switch. It was her job
to educate these children about their new bodies and how differently others
might treat them based on the way they looked now. The embarrassing part was
going to be talking about the female body now that her own was so...
premature and male. It often had the strangest reactions whenever she got
close to a pretty woman, even if the grown woman was a little boy inside a
sexy body. She was still having trouble controlling her new erectile tissue.
She might have an educator's knowledge of the male anatomy but was still
learning much from first hand experience.
It would be difficult to talk about breasts to physically grown women when
her own pair had been reduced to permanent pancake status as a member of the
male sex. The only breasts she would touch anymore would be on the bodies of
others. Hers were gone forever in the aftermath of the Great Switch.
Somewhere out there in the world, some poor lost boy was likely wandering
around in her twenty-eight year old body. He would be having her period
right about now. Sometimes she prayed for his soul.
Today was the second day of classes since the school had reopened in the wake
of the devastating changes society had endured two weeks ago. The first day
had been spent on orientation. Many children had to be shown the grownup
facilities to go to the bathroom and most needed immediate attention on how
to treat their new bodies. Thus sex education was made a high priority with
anyone with experience being drafted to educate any who needed it.
"Mrs. Bronstein! Mrs. Bronstein!" A woman of about thirty years kept yelling
until she was called upon by the diminutive, preadolescent teacher.
"Please tell us your name and how old you were before asking your question,
dear."
"Yes, Ma'am.!" My name is Billy Jackson and I'm eight years old. My mom
said I should make sure you teach us about birth control before my Daddy gets
back home. He called to tell us he was all right and was trying to get home
as soon as they found a pilot who could fly him home."
"Did he... change too, Billy?"
"No, Ma'am. He said he's one of the lucky ones."
"Well, I can see why your mother wanted you to learn about birth control,
Billy, you are a woman now and every woman should know about such things.
You can tell your mother we will discuss it tomorrow. If she can't wait, she
can teach you about it tonight after school." Ellen was curious and had to
find out. "Maybe everyone should tell us who got your old body as well, if
you know, of course. Some people are still lost. Billy, did you and your
mom swap bodies with each other?"
"Uh huh! It's so funny being so much taller then she is now! But she won't
let me be the Mommy even though I look like her now. And her clothes are too
tight."
"It sounds like your mother is worried your father will expect the same things
from you that he did when she still had her body. You had better stay after
class and we will talk about what you will need to know to take care of
yourself."
"Any other questions before we begin? Good. All right everyone. All of you
are here in this class because you need to know what your new bodies can and
can't do now that they are different, and how to take care of them properly.
First, you should know there is nothing wrong with your body that the doctor
who examined you yesterday didn't tell you about. You just look a bit
different now."
A large breasted blonde woman in her early twenties raised a hand.
"I really look different now, Mrs. Bronstein. I have-" She stopped as the
teacher asked her to stop.
"Don't forget, class, you have to tell me who you were and how old you are
before talking in the class. I'll get to know you all better soon but for
now I'll need you all to remind me. You are..."
"Frank, Mrs. Bronstein, but my Mom says I'm Franny now, like the nanny in
that TV show or just plain Fran. And I'm ten years old but the lady who is in
my body says I'm twenty three now."
"All right, Fran... What were you saying about looking different now?" She
wasn't excited about talking about what she expected Franny to talk about
since even before the Switch, she had just a hint of the bosom the new young
woman so obviously possessed. She was a professional though and didn't let
her envy show.
"Well, you said parts of us look different now and I wanted to know why my...
these... are so big. All they do is get in the way and people are always
trying to look at them. Why don't boys get big like this like ladies do?"
"OK, Fran. That's a very good question. Women start out as girls like I
look now, but when you grow up, you want to have kids of your own and the
best way to feed a baby so it will grow big and healthy is with mother's
milk. Mother's milk comes from... where do you think, Fran?"
"Uh... Mothers!...???"
"That's right. When the baby...arrives, those parts on ladies chests men
don't have get a bit bigger and milk comes out when the baby gets hungry so
he or she can drink it. That is what the little circles at the end are for.
The milk comes out of them when it's time to feed the baby."
Another woman raised her hand. "Mrs. Bronstein!" A look from the petite
teacher and she remembered to add some more about herself. "My name is Cindy
and I'm six years old! But now I'm sixteen and a real Mommy. I even have a
real baby! His name was Robert Jacobs before the switching. He was
fifty-four, but now he is four WEEKS old!" She giggled at the idea of a
grown man being her baby now. "My Mommy is helping me take care of it. She
says she always wanted to be a grandmother but thought it wouldn't be until
after I graduated from college. She's funny like that. She's my baby's
daddy now. I guess that would make Mommy a grandFATHER now!" She giggled
again. "You are right about the babies and these. She gestured at her small
bosom. Mine aren't as big as hers are, but my baby drinks milk from them
just like you said they do. I can show the class if you like. They leak a
little if I push them." She started to unbutton her blouse and Mrs.
Bronstein spoke up quickly.
We may have time for that later, when we have show and tell, but for now, we
have many other things to cover and we'll just take your word for it, but
thank you Cindy. As you can see, class, it is a very natural thing to feed a
baby from a woman's chest, even a young lady like Cindy here can do it with
no problems. "And it is very healthy to both the new mother and the baby."
"Baby Robert gave me some troubles!" Cindy interrupted. "The baby tried to
bite me several times and the nipple started to hurt, Mrs. Bronstein. My mom
helped me to get him to stop though. He's really SMART baby."
"Well, that's good, Cindy! I'm glad your mom was there to help you out.
Since we have started off with problems being women or girls, are there any
other questions about being girls or their bodies?"
A pretty young girl of about fourteen shyly raised her hand.
"Yes, dear, what's your name and age?"
My name is Brendan Williams but everyone calls me Brenda now, Mrs. Bronstein.
I'm seven. My sister is almost fifteen years old. But we switched too! My
Mommy is missing and my sister won't tell me why I keep bleeding down here.
All she did was give me some pad stuff to tape in my underpants to stop the
bleeding but it doesn't stop. She says now that she's a boy, she doesn't
have to worry about periods anymore, but she won't tell me what she means!
Can you help me? Please!..." Brenda started crying, relieved to have told
someone else about her big problem. "And my new boobies are sore, too! Does
that mean I have to feed a baby with them like Cindy does?" The idea of a
baby started her crying again. She had been crying off and on for several
days now, but so had a lot of other people so it didn't seem too unusual.
Mrs. Bronstein walked over and put her boyish arm around the larger girl's
shoulders. She felt oddly better from the comfort. "There, There,
Brendan... Brenda, every girl in the whole world bleeds once a month for
around five days and there is nothing wrong with it. It is just your new
body getting rid of some wasted materials it doesn't need anymore. When it
happens, your body absorbs a little extra water to help replace the blood and
it makes your boobies a bit bigger for a while but they will get smaller
again. I have a booklet you can read with your sister to help you know what
happens to you each month now."
She moved over to a chart showing a male and female figure. "Class, since we
are talking about parts of the body, we need to know what the parts do and
what they are called. These are the breasts. She pointed to the chart on
the wall. As Brenda reminded us, they are also called boobs or boobies, but
most call them breasts. Some will call them tits or titties but they are
always the same thing." There was a lot of snickering from the older
children after hearing the word tits. "They have lots of other names as
well, but in this class we will all call them breasts. As you can see from
Fran Brenda and Cindy, breasts come in all sizes and shapes and they are all
just fine. They are used to feed babies although with cows milk commonly
found, some women don't feed their babies with them anymore. It's healthier
for babies to get milk from their mother though."
"There is more to learn about breasts but we can cover that in another class.
As some of you have found out after the switch, boys and girls are different
between the legs as well. Boys and men have something called a penis which
is a section of flesh that sticks out from below the tummy."
It was still hard for her to remember she had one of those now. Over four
fifths of the world and her students had joined her in changing genders. But
someone had to teach them how to handle a strange new body and gender. Of
the teachers who remained after the disaster of the great switch, she was the
most qualified by education and by personal experience.
"Those of you who are girls now know you don't have penises anymore. Instead
you have a vagina... All right, you three, stop snickering and listen up.
After all, you have vaginas now too." She was just guessing but she had
never heard a girl find the word vagina funny. Sometimes girls were confused
by them, and even some grown up women had never seen their most private area
in a mirror before. But only boys would find a vagina funny, mostly because
they weren't supposed to know anything about one. The American education
system could occasionally instill the most strange reactions to things that
should be something everyone should learn about. We learned so much about
secrets after we learn how to dress ourselves. Maybe nudists have the best
approach to life.
Oh well, she thought, philosophy isn't what I'm supposed to teach today. She
went on and explained the female biological system as best she could to a
class with the average mental age of nine years old.
Brenda Williams raised her hand again. She had a question. Ellen was
surprised to feel a strange swelling in her own, new youthful penis as she
realized how attractive the former little boy had become as a result of his
switch with his older sister. She took a deep breath. "Yes, Brenda?"
"Mrs. Bronstein? My sister says I have to be careful now that I have her
body because boys will try to stick their thingie... their penises in my new
vagina. Why would they want to do such a creepy thing?"
"Believe it or not Brenda, when it is done right, it can be really nice. But
only when both the boy and girl want to try it and especially only when you
want to have a baby because that is how they are made in case you didn't
know."
A woman in her thirties raised her hand. "Mrs. Bronstein, I'm Debby and I'm
twelve. She slowly stood up and rubbed her belly which stuck out in front of
her like a small balloon under her blouse. I'm really thirty seven now
though." She started to cry.
"I'msorrybutIdon'twannabeoldandIdon'twannahaveababyandI..." She took a
breath and continued. Ijustwannabemyoldselfagain... She burst out in major
league tears this time and several other children started to join her.
Ellen felt an urge to join them. They probably all needed a chance to let
out the flood of emotions they felt after being torn from the reality of
youth they had been sheltered in. Most had been forced into instant
adulthood and were woefully unprepared for such a drastic change of life.
Even becoming a child again had unsuspected burdens. She was no longer able
to drive a car, no one would cash her checks, and forget about getting a
drink to forget about your new troubles. About the only benefit she could
see was the wonderful feeling of energy and life she felt almost every day
now. And her feet no longer hurt at the end of the day. And, of course, she
wouldn't have to worry about her period ever again. No more P.M.S. Now,
THAT was a definite improvement!
She let everyone cry for a few minutes and then she handed out tissues and
got their attention. "Everyone feel better now?" Some nodded yes, others
just stopped crying. "The bell is about to ring, children. Those of you
with more questions can drop by after classes are over. Everyone gather your
notes together while I hand out a pamphlet the government put out called "My
Body And You". I want you all to read it before class tomorrow. The bell
rang and everyone started to file out.
She held out her hand and put it on Debby's shoulder. Tears were still
falling from her eyes. "Debby, I think you ought to go see one of the
emergency psychologists. They can help you adjust to being older and a
mother to be better than I can. I'll walk down there with you. You know
some of the way you are feeling could be because of hormones. Pregnant women
get the blues at some pretty strange moments..." Ellen made certain her
student was calming down as she led her out of the class and down to the
emergency psychology team in the gymnasium. The poor child needed a little
more help than a sex education teacher could provide her for now.
Besides, it was almost time for her next class to begin. There were forty
female bodies of varying physical ages occupied by teen aged boy minds
waiting to be taught the proper methods of taking care of their bodies new
gender related needs.
"Good morning class, I am Ellen Bronstein and I am your sex education
teacher." She waited out the usual snickering and continued. How many of
you know the differences between tampons and pads? None? Well today you are
going to learn about them and much more, and it is all going to be something
you will need to know now that you look they way you look."
"Let's talk about menstruation, ladies!" The former boys groaned.
Ellen had a feeling the next few months would be the most interesting of her
entire career as a teacher.
The end for us, but not for them! :)
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