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The life was slowly draining away from me. My body, or at least the one
I now occupied, laid on the bed in that little room, while my mind was
elsewhere. It was like I was observing my own life from an outsider's
perspective and I didn't like what I saw.
It had been days since I'd eaten. Mrs. Taylor would come in offering
food, but I'd refuse to acknowledge her offers. As I matter of fact,
I'd stopped communicating all together. I laid there, in the darkness
of the room, waiting for it to be over.
I suppose I could have taken a faster route to death. A knife to the
wrists, some pills, any number of other things. I guess I simply didn't
care enough any more to even actively try to kill myself. Besides, I
knew that as long as I stayed there, I'd leave the world soon enough.
I suppose it wasn't my time yet, however. Around Wednesday, my fifth
day in that cursed form, I was jolted back to the land of the living.
It all started when I heard somebody at the front door. I hadn't the
slightest interest in who it was, as the matters of this world no
longer concerned me. Mrs. Taylor, however, decided to ignore this fact
and bring the visitor to me.
Through my vacant gaze I saw Mrs. Taylor enter the room escorting a
young girl. She was about nine years old, with long dark hair and
beautiful blue eyes with a look of deep concern on them. I recognized
her from a photo Mrs. Taylor had shown me earlier that week. She was
Jessica, the best friend of Stephanie, the previous now deceased
occupant of this body.
"Stephanie, Jessica was worried about you and came by to see you," Mrs.
Taylor said as she ushered in the little girl.
"Hi Steph," Jessica said as she approached my bedside. I could tell she
hadn't expected to find me as I was, a shell of a person.
"You okay?" she continued. She sat on the edge of my bed and stared me
in the eyes. I returned her look with the casual indifference I at that
time felt toward the world.
I saw Mrs. Taylor still standing by the doorway. She had a hopeful look
on her face. Obviously she had hoped that Jessica might be able to
knock me from my catatonic state. I don't think she had liked the
results thus far.
"Mrs. Taylor, did she lose her voice?" asked Jessica, probably
wondering why I wasn't responding to her questions.
"In a way, yes," Mrs. Taylor responded cryptically.
"Any idea when she'll be back at school?" Jessica pried.
"Not yet," Mrs. Taylor stated. She probably wasn't sure if I would be
back.
"C'mon Steph," Jessica said, having her hands find mine, "please get
well soon. School isn't the same without you there. Sara's trying to
take your best friend position and I need you there to defend it."
I cracked a smile at Jessica's joke. It may not seem like much, but
that was the first time I'd smiled since I found myself in the new
body. Up to that point, everybody had been trying to talk about how my
new life wasn't that bad, or that I would be able to get through it.
Jessica, however, showed me to my first joy as my new self and I needed
that. It was like the first flicker of dawn in a new day.
Jessica kept talking to me for a while, filling me in on what I'd
apparently been missing around school. As she spoke, I slowly returned
to my physical manifestation and begin my slow climb from the abyss of
hell. In a lot of ways, that little girl saved my soul.
"I guess that about covers it," Jessica stated, obviously having run
out of things to say. She sat there for a while, not wanting to leave
my side, but not knowing what to do either. Eventually, I heard Mrs.
Taylor calling her to tell her her mom was there to pick her up.
"See ya later, Steph. Hope you feel better," she said with a smile as
she left the room.
I laid there for a while longer. I began to consider my life, my new
life. I decided that I didn't like it, but maybe, just maybe, I could
deal with it. I wasn't at peace with it yet, but I wasn't ready to end
it yet either and that was good enough for the moment.
I eventually got up to my feet. My legs were very weak and I felt light
headed. Above all else, I was painfully hungry and thirsty. I staggered
out of the dark room and into the hallway. The light felt weird on my
eyes after so much time away from it. I slowly made my way to the
kitchen, where I saw Mrs. Taylor working on dinner.
"Jason!" she nearly screamed, dropping the empty pan she was holding.
She was obviously surprised to see me up.
"Hi," I replied, faintly. My throat was dry and it was a little hard
for me to talk, not to mention after a few days with only the voice in
my head, the one of this body felt weird again.
"Want me to get you something? Something to eat? Drink?" Mrs. Taylor
went on, somewhat frantically. She was still in shock that I was up.
"Water, please."
"Alright, just one second," she said as she fumbled in the cupboard and
produced a glass. She threw some ice from the freezer into it, filled
it up with water and handed it to me. I smiled in gratitude and quickly
swallowed it down. The cool water felt wonderful going down my dry
throat and into my empty stomach.
"You want something to eat?" Mrs. Taylor asked.
"No, I can wait until you finish dinner," I told her, not wanting to
inconvenience her too much.
"Oh, alright, sure. Why don't you go take a shower or a bath or
something while I fix it up?" she suggested.
"Alright," I replied, turning around and heading for the bathroom.
I generally take showers, but my legs were already sore from standing
after the inactivity, not to mention I felt quite light-headed. Be that
as it were, I decided to take a bath instead. I turned on the water in
the tub and began to undress. Once it was full, I climbed in.
As I sat there, I had my first real chance to access my new body. I was
really thin, with a lot less baby fat than I usually noticed on kids my
age. My light brown hair came down to a bit past my shoulders, a lot
longer than I was used to.
Washing my new hair was weird. I had to use a lot more shampoo than
usual and working it into and rinsing it out of the hair was a bit of a
challenge.
After I felt I was clean enough, I got out and dried off. Towels seemed
a lot bigger than they used to be, which was probably good as I felt I
needed the rest of the extra space to dry my hair. It took what felt
like an eternity to get it suitably dry and then it was a complete
mess.
Deciding that I didn't really care what my hair looked like, I decided
that I was through. I was a bit freaked out when I naturally wrapped
the towel around my chest, but then remembered that it was probably
another side effect from the device's alterations on me.
I went back to my room and decided that my pajamas needed to be washed
and threw back on the nightgown I'd worn a few days ago. My hair was
still a mess and was starting to bug me. I thought about doing
something with it, but I really didn't know what. I didn't have a lot
of time to consider it, as Mrs. Taylor yelled that dinner was ready.
I was the last one to get out there and took up the empty seat next to
Robin. She and Timmy seemed surprised to see my, while Billy seemed
annoyed. I figured that he must still hold the vendetta against me.
"Hi Jason," Robin said as began to start eating. It was good to get
something into my stomach and I noticed that Mrs. Taylor put a bit more
food on my plate than everybody else's, probably because it'd been so
long since I'd ate.
"Hey," I mumbled between bites.
"If you want, I can help you with your hair after dinner," Mrs. Taylor
offered, noticing that it was a fairly unkempt.
"Um, sure, thanks," I responded, deciding that I might need it.
"So when are you going to go back to school?" Robin asked.
"Uh, I don't really know..." I truthfully replied.
"Do you think you're ready to yet?" asked Mrs. Taylor.
"Um, I guess. I mean, I don't think I'm ever going to be completely
ready. I suppose any time now will work," I explained.
"Well, if you want, I don't see why you can't go tomorrow," Mrs. Taylor
offered.
"I guess I might as well get it over with," I said, not really liking
the idea but knowing I'd have to eventually.
The rest of the meal passed with idle chitchat going on between Mrs.
Taylor and the kids. I was too interested in my meal in front of me to
really pay attention to what they were saying. Despite my immense
hunger going into the meal, however, there was still food on the plate
when I realized I was full.
"I think I'm done," I said once I noticed a break in the conversation.
"Oh, are you sure?" asked Mrs. Taylor seeming somewhat surprised.
"Yeah, I guess I don't have the appetite I used to."
"Alright then. Why don't you drop off your plate in the sink and head
to your room? I'll be there to help you with your hair in a few
minutes," Mrs. Taylor proposed. I nodded and followed the instructions.
Once in my room, I decided that I'd better make sure everything was
ready for the next day. I found some binders and books on the corner of
the dresser and stuck them into the backpack I had used to pack clothes
the other day. After that, I decided to lay out my clothes for the next
day. I was able to find a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt that I
figured weren't overly effeminate.
Around the time I had all that done, Mrs. Taylor came in. She had me
sit down in front of her on my bed and she started to go at my hair
with a brush that she found sitting in one of the dresser drawers. She
explained to me how to go about and how often to brush my hair. At my
prompting, she also produced one of those scrunchie things and
demonstrated how to pull it back into a ponytail. I figured that would
be helpful, as I didn't like the idea of my hair getting in the way all
the time.
After all that was done, she grabbed my pajamas and dirty clothes and
said she intended to throw them in the wash. I guess I not having to do
my own laundry anymore was a perk of my new situation. She told me to
be ready to leave by seven the next morning.
It was only about seven at night and I wasn't really that tired yet, so
I decided to put that Barbie radio to use and listen to music for a
while. I found that it had some tape with pretty kiddy songs on it, so
I switched it to radio mode and turned on the local rock station I
usually listened to.
I basically spent the rest of the evening listening to music and trying
to mentally prepare myself for the next day.
I know it sounds like I was doing better mentally at this point than I
had earlier and I was really, but don't think I wasn't still depressed.
I cried a little bit when I realized that I might never see my family,
my real family, again. I also realized that my relationship with both
Tom and Sam would never be the same as it had been before. In other
words, when I was pretty depressed when I finally fell asleep.
I woke up around six the next morning. Once I was up, I threw on the
clothes I had picked out the night before. It was nice to be in pants
again. It's not that I really felt awkward in a skirt, like I would
have before all of this started, I just felt better when I was in
normal asexual clothes. I suppose I would have been more freaked out
about it if it hadn't been for the feminizing part of the
transformation. I guess I should have been thankful, but I still didn't
like knowing that I was different somehow than I had been before.
I brushed my hair and tied it back into a ponytail. I also went for an
early morning bathroom visit (something that was definitely quite
different) and tooth brushing. Well, the tooth brushing part had to
wait until Mrs. Taylor got up so she could show me which toothbrush was
mine.
After all that, I grabbed a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Yet again I
was surprised when my stomach proved not to have quite the capacity it
once did. I decided that next time I would be sure to grab a smaller
bowl.
After everybody else was ready, we headed off to school. I hadn't been
to Edison elementary in several years, since I had attended it as my
old self. I guess normally when you revisit your old elementary school,
you'd expect it to seem smaller. That wasn't the case, as it all seemed
to be about as I remembered, I wonder why that is....
Anyway, I headed out to the playground area to wait for the morning
bell to signal us to class. I didn't particularly like being surrounded
by so many people, probably an after-effect of my increased shyness.
After a few minutes of randomly wandering about, I spotted Jessica.
She was standing in a group with 2 other girls, her back turned. One of
the other girls, a pale redhead, pointed to me. Jessica spun around and
immediately smiled.
"Hey, Steph, welcome back," she said, waving for me to come over. I
complied and walked over.
"Hey," I as I approached, feeling a bit self-conscious. I didn't like
being the focus of attention, especially with these girls who I didn't
really know.
"Jessica said you were really sick," said the third girl, a blonde with
green eyes that had a sort of serious look to them.
"Oh, she was awful! I'm surprised you're here, Steph," Jessica
interjected.
"Ah, well, I feel better now," I said sort of quietly, trying not to
make eye contact. I was really starting to hate that whole shy thing.
"You think Mrs. Stevens will make Steph take the test?" asked the red
head.
"Oh yeah, you're right Sara, that is today! I totally forgot about it!"
Jessica exclaimed.
"What test?" I asked.
"History," Sara replied.
"So, I guess you didn't study, huh Jess?" the blonde girl asked.
"No, Cat, I didn't. Do I ever, though?" Jess asked.
"No, I suppose not," Cat replied with a grin.
About then the bell rang. I followed the other girls to our classroom
and went to the seat Mrs. Taylor told me was mine. I noticed that Jess
sat next to me.
After sitting down, I noticed the woman sitting in the corner of the
room who I assumed was the Mrs. Stevens. She hadn't been at Edison last
time I'd attended there, I could tell that much. She looked pretty
young, about 25 or so. She was probably a new teacher. She had black
hair that sharply contrasted her crystal blue eyes. When I was a guy,
I'd have fallen head over heals for her, but now...
"Welcome back, Stephanie," said Mrs. Stevens as she glanced up from
whatever she was working on.
"Hi," I said meekly, not really liking that she noticed me.
"We have a test today, so if you don't think you can handle it, I can
send you to the library and let you make it up later," she offered.
"It's in history, right?" I asked her.
"Yup."
"I think I'll be okay," I told her. Truth be told, I was always
something of a history buff. I could handle a fourth grade test on it
with my hands tied behind my back and blindfolded.
"Alright, if you think so..." she said, seeming to doubt whether I
could really handle it.
"What are you doing Steph?" Jess nearly shrieked at me, "You're awful
at history!"
"Trust me, I'm fine," I told her with a smile. I don't think she
believed me, but she let it drop anyway.
Sure enough, I was right about the test. It was totally easy. The essay
part, which slowed down most of the class, only took me a few minutes.
At least, it would've only taken a few minutes. It was one of those
classes where you have to wait for the entire class to finish before
the test was over. Be that as it were, I wrote up a full page and a
half on the topic where as only a paragraph was required.
The test ended with the bell for recess. We all handed in our papers as
we filed out the door to the playground.
"Seriously Steph, why did you take the test?" Jess asked as we got
outside.
"Why not? It was pretty easy," I told her.
"What are you talking about? It was hard for me and I'm usually a lot
better at history than you!"
"Well, maybe I'm better than you now," I said with a smug grin.
"Yeah, we'll see."
I noticed that when I was talking to Jess I didn't have that feeling of
discomfort I had with other people. I was able to relax pretty well
around her. The two of us were going to hit it off just fine...
"Well, if it isn't Stephanie," came a voice from behind me, "I was
hoping you were gone for good."
I spun around to see a boy, about my age, maybe a little older. He had
devious brown eyes and matching hair. He was an inch or two taller than
me and was accompanied by two other boys.
"Lay off her, Jack," Jess told him. I could tell there was some
animosity here.
"And why should I?" he asked, as he approached and stood toe to toe
with me. I sort of diverted my eyes from his and began to get a bit
scared.
"What can't you talk?" he asked, his mouth upturned in a grin.
"Um, y-yes," I stammered.
"Oh, the baby has a voice," stated one of Jack's comrades. He was a fat
boy with a nasty air about him.
"Leave her alone!" Jessica nearly shouted.
"Hmph, fine. I don't want to waste my time on a baby anyway," Jack
snorted, giving me a push that landed me on my ass. With that he and
his friends walked off laughing.
"You okay Steph?" Jess asked as she helped me to my feet.
"Um, yeah," I said, feeling pretty shaken up.
"You really need to start standing up for yourself in front of Jack."
"Uh huh."
"Well, come on, let's go meet up with Sara and Cat," she said, spinning
around and heading off to the benches were I'd found the trio earlier.
Sure enough, we found Sara and Cat at the benches. I didn't speak much
during the conversation, still feeling nervous around the other two. I
did, however, begin to get a feel for this group's interests. Girly
stuff like dressing up and so on seemed to be Sara's chief interests.
Cat seemed to be something of an academic, almost nerd. Jess seemed to
gravitate toward music, apparently being able to play the drums. She
even seemed to like some of the same bands I did, like U2, Nirvana,
Metallica, ect.
The recess ended and we all returned to our classes.
"Stephanie," Mrs. Stevens said as I came in.
"Yes?" I responded.
"May I speak with you outside?" she asked, obviously meaning it more as
an order than a question. I followed her out into the hallway and
noticed she had something in her hand. It looked like my test.
"Well?" she said, gesturing with the test.
"Well what?" I asked.
"How did you find out what was on the test? Who wrote this essay for
you?" she asked, seeming angry.
"What are you talking about? I didn't know what was on the test. I
wrote the essay," I stated. She obviously didn't believe me.
"There is no way that a fourth grader could be able to write this
essay. Now tell me, who did?" she asked again, definitely seeming more
and more angry.
"I... I... I didn't cheat!" I eeped, starting to stammer.
"Don't give me that. You must have. Now tell me how you did it!" she
nearly screamed.
"But I didn't!" I said as my eyes started to water up. I could tell I
was in a futile position.
"I don't have time for this. Go to the principle's office, I have a
class to get back to," she said with an exasperated tone of voice. She
pointed toward his office. I just lowered my head and headed off in
that direction.
I should have foreseen this coming really. I was a fourth grader with
the mind of a twelfth grader and a smart one at that. How long could it
really take for somebody to notice...
I entered the office to be greeted by the principle's secretary. She
was an old woman who reminded me something of a librarian.
"Stephanie Taylor?" she asked as I came in. I nodded.
"The Mr. Samson is waiting for you," she said, gesturing toward the
door to the principle's office.
The principle was an old man who had been there during my last go at
elementary school. He seemed to be pretty nice, with white hair and
friendly blue eyes. Right now, however, he seemed a bit mad,
undoubtedly because he thought he had a cheater in his midst.
"Have a seat," he said, gesturing to the seat on the other side of the
desk. I complied and sat down.
"So, Mrs. Stevens tells me you cheated on her test," he stated, giving
me a harsh stare. The tears were starting up again.
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" he asked.
"I... I didn't cheat..." I said, sniffling a bit.
"According to Mrs. Stevens, you hadn't been here all week. You then got
a perfect score and wrote an essay that would rival that of a college
student. Apparently you had never been good at history either. It would
seem that you must of..." he explained, explaining the evidence.
"But how could I have," I quietly protested, "How could I have known
the questions? Or the essay prompt for that matter?"
"That's what we're here to find out, now isn't it?" he stated firmly.
I was beginning to feel that I couldn't talk my way out of this one. I
was screwed, period. I saw this and just started to cry.
"Now now, Ms. Taylor, your tears aren't going to get you out of this
one..."
"But I didn't do it!" I shrieked between sobs.
Mr. Samson then stood up and walked over to the door.
"I'm afraid we're not going to buy that one. Now what I'm going to do
is have you spend all your recesses and lunch in here until you come
clean. Do you understand?" he asked me, opening the door.
"Yes..." I said at a near whisper.
"Good, now go to the bathroom and wash up and head back to class."
I got up and left, avoiding eye contact. I headed over to the
bathrooms, almost stepping into the boys one at first. I went over to
the sink and splashed some cold water on my face. The whole thing was
getting unbearable. They wanted me to explain something to them that
didn't happen and I was damned if I couldn't. Lovely...
When I got back to class, Mrs. Stevens seemed to be going over
something in math. She told me to go back to my seat and take notes.
"Hey Steph, what happened?" Jess whispered to me as I sat down.
"They think I cheated on the test," I whispered back.
"Did you?"
"No!"
"Bummer."
"Ms. Taylor, Ms. Valentine, would you two ladies care to stop talking
so I can teach," Mrs. Stevens interjected. Jess and I just nodded and
she got back to teaching.
The lesson appeared to be on short division. Not exactly something that
impressed me, since I was in calculus. After the lesson, she handed out
a worksheet, which she said we could work in pairs on. Jess and I
automatically got together and I made quick work of it.
"Um, are you sure those are all right?" Jess asked, "You did them
really fast."
"Trust me," I replied with a smirk.
"So why do they think you cheated on the test?" Jess asked.
"Apparently they find it suspicious that after missing half a week, a
student who sucks in history not only gets all the answers right, but
also writes an essay that a fourth grader couldn't conceptually
right..." I explained, a sarcastic tone in my voice.
"And you didn't cheat?" asked Jess, seeming a bit suspicious.
"Nope..." I replied.
"So what they doing to you?"
"I get to spend recess and lunch in the principle's office until I
explain how I did something I couldn't have done...fun fun fun..." I
said, rolling my eyes.
"Wow, that sucks."
"Tell me about it..."
About then the bell to start lunch rang. We handed in our paper and I
headed off to the principle's office. I took a seat in the secretary's
office and pulled out the lunch Mrs. Taylor had given me. There was
half a sandwich, some fruit snacks, half an orange and a boxed juice.
Between everything, I wasn't all that hungry, so I just ate the
sandwich and drank the juice and threw the rest out. About halfway
through lunch, the principle walked out from his office.
"So, Ms. Taylor, you ready to tell me how you did it yet?" he asked me.
"I'd tell you, but I didn't, so I can't," I truthfully replied. He just
shrugged and left.
I waited through the rest of lunch, which was pretty boring. At least
it gave me some time to think about things. I contemplated what my
relationship with that Jack kid from earlier was. Maybe he was just
some sort of bully. I guess with the way I acted earlier, I would be a
pretty easy target for him too.
Lunch eventually ended and I headed back to class. Jess asked me how it
went and I told her it was just boring.
The rest of the day we went over English and I of course had no problem
with the worksheets or anything. The school day finished up and I left
with Jess. Mrs. Taylor had told me that morning that the two of us
walked home together usually.
"So what are you going to do about the whole cheating thing?" asked
Jess.
"What can I do?"
"Tell your mom?" she suggested. I didn't want to get Mrs. Taylor
involved, so I just shook my head.
"I don't want to get her involved in this," I said.
"Why not?"
"Because it's my problem, not hers. People need to learn to take care
of themselves," I explained. That had actually always been my
philosophy toward life and I wasn't about to change it now.
"Well, good luck with that," she said as she began to turn down some
side street, "C'ya."
"Um, bye," I replied, assuming that the street led to her house. I
wasn't very long separated from her when I got shoved from behind. I
stumbled a few feet and spun around. It was Jack.
"Hey, your friend's not here to help you anymore..." he said, getting
toe to toe with me. I was scared stiff. I tried to turn and run, but he
grabbed me by the arm and stopped me.
"Please just leave me alone," I wined, barely getting it out.
"Maybe I will, but what do I get out of it?" he asked smugly.
"Um..." I said, trying to come up with something. He reached into my
pockets and came up empty handed. He then punched me in the stomach and
threw me in some bushes.
"That was a warning. Next time you'd better have something, or I'll
make that look like nothing," he explained with a huge grin on his
face. He then walked off back in the direction of the school.
I laid there for a few minutes in the bushes. His punch had knocked the
wind out of me and I didn't really feel like moving. I noticed that I
had cut my arm a bit on the landing and was bleeding.
I eventually got up and got back home. When I got inside I was
confronted by Robin.
"What took you so long? What happened to you?" she asked, gesturing to
the cut and the leaves in my hair and stuff.
"Nothing..." I lied and ran past her to my room. I locked the door,
threw down my backpack and jumped onto my bed, burying my head in my
pillow.
I didn't cry this time, I wouldn't allow myself. I had done that enough
during the rest of the day. Overall, I'd say my first trip back to
school was a complete failure. After about an hour, I decided to clean
up, brushed the leaves and stuff out of my hair, cleaned up my cut and
changed to a different shirt because the white one had gotten some
bloodstains.
About the time I finished all that, I took about ten minutes to do all
my homework. It was, as expected, ridiculously easy. I was just
finishing that up when I heard Mrs. Taylor get home from work.
Not to surprisingly she came by to see how my first day at school was.
I lied and said that it went alright. She bought it and left to make
dinner.
I couldn't help but wonder how long until the whole cheating thing came
out. Mrs. Taylor would know the truth, as would the rest of the family,
but what would we be able to do about it. It was impossible four a
normal fourth grader to have the sort of intelligence I possessed; yet
I did. That wasn't my only problem, what with Billy still seeming to
hold a grudge and Jack singling me out for some reason. I would
eventually have to face it all, but for the moment, I had my reprieve.
I decided to cherish it for as long as I could.
To be continued...
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