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The New Student - Chapter One - Scarlett Green
The weirdness started on September third, 2018. It was the first day of my
final year of senior school. In the following May I would be taking my
final GCSE exams where I would then hopefully go on to college to do A
levels for two years before moving onto University.
I had just arrived at school and about to enter registration before the
day of lessons would begin when I got a text message from my mum. It was a
group message that had also been sent to my two older brothers, Stephen
and Richard. It read:
"Whoever has messed around with the family photos had best have them put
right before I get home from work tonight."
"Who's that from Jonny?" asked my best friend Dave.
"Just my mum," I replied. "Sounds like Richard is playing some kind of
joke with the family photos at home. He's been messing with her a lot
recently while he waits to go to uni."
Dave had been my best friend since before I could recall. He was a big
guy, not fat or anything, but really well built. He could have excelled in
sports, especially rugby, but he just wasn't interested. He was a nerd,
just like me.
Well, not just like me. I didn't have his build or anything. I was tall
for my age but I was more like a weed. There was no muscle mass on me at
all. We shared the same interests; online RPG games, comics, movies, comic
based movies and table top war games.
We entered registration and found Monique sat at our usual table.
"Hey guys," she chirped up when she saw us.
"Hey Neek," Dave and I said in unison.
Monique was a cute girl. Especially in the school uniform. The girls were
required to wear a white blouse, an emerald green plaid, pleated skirt,
black shoes and an emerald green, ribbon bow tie. Up until recently they
had been required to wear a regular green neck tie like the boys, but
there had been a vote amongst the students and the girls had decided they
wanted something a bit more feminine. Monique being a bit of a tom-boy,
was not happy about this.
She hadn't always been a tom-boy, she had been seen as one of the popular
girls along with Abby and Zoe and had done her best to fit in with them,
but once they found out that she had interests that didn't align with
theirs (nerd interests), they decided they didn't want to be seen with her
anymore. Well their loss was mine and Dave's gain, she stopped putting so
much effort into her appearance and started hanging round with us.
"Happy to be back?" she asked with her dirty blonde hair tied back in a
ponytail.
"Meh," I replied. "At least it's our last year."
"What he said," replied Dave.
The chatter continued until our registration teacher walked in, Mr
Johnson. He was also one of the IT teachers.
"Welcome back you lot," he opened with. "Are you ready for your final year
of school?"
This question was greeted with a general cheer from the class, a couple of
whoops had been thrown in there for good measure too.
"Okay you lot, calm down," he carried on. "Let me do the register and then
we can go over the important notices for the new year."
He proceeded to go down the list of names in alphabetical order of
surname.
"Zoe Manns."
"Yes sir."
"David Masters."
"Yes sir."
"Scarlett Nixon."
There was no answer. This was weird, not only had I never heard of a
Scarlett Nixon, but Mr Johnson had skipped my name, Jonathan Nixon, to get
to this non existent student. I pointed this out to the teacher.
"Hmm," Mr Johnson said. "It appears there's been some kind of mix up on
the registers, are you happy to be Scarlett for today?" He jokingly asked.
"Yes sir," I replied in a high-pitched voice. This got a bit of a laugh
amongst the rest of the class.
We left registration to go to our lessons for the day. I had English while
Dave and Monique went on their way to chemistry.
"Later Scarlett," Monique shouted as we parted ways. This was a joke that
wasn't likely to die anytime soon.
I hated English. Not so much the lesson but the people I had it with. It
was the only lesson I had without Monique or Dave and my seat was directly
in front of the bitches, Abby and Zoe.
They had never been particularly friendly with me, but since Monique had
started hanging with me and Dave, they had took it upon themselves to give
me a hard time whenever they could. I couldn't do anything back to them
because they had boyfriends, Mike and Simon, who wouldn't think twice
about beating me up if the girls asked them to.
The class settled down and our English teacher, Mrs Lynd, took the
register when the same thing happened again. This Scarlett Nixon had taken
my place on the register.
After some confused comments from the other students who weren't aware of
what was happening and some laughing from the students who did, I
explained to Mrs Lynd that the same thing had happened in registration and
that Mr Johnson had amended it.
"Okay class," Mrs Lynd said after completing the register, "get out your
books while I pass round the play that we are studying this year, Romeo
and Juliet."
There were a few audible groans from a lot of the boys in the class at
this news, I kept quiet as I pulled my English exercise book out. As I
did, I noticed that my finger nails had a bit of a noticeable shine to
them, like they had some kind of clear coating to them. Just the lighting
in here, I thought.
The task for today's lesson was to read through the play together, each
character being assigned to a different student. Fortunately, I wasn't
assigned one so I just had to read along silently.
Things were going as expected, I quite liked Shakespeare so I had gotten
really into the play, not paying attention to what was going on around me,
when suddenly a pain that felt like elastic snapping up my shoulder blade
brought me to attention.
"Ow," I stated as the entire class turned to look at me and I heard Abby
and Zoe giggling from behind.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" Mrs Lynd turned and shouted at me.
"They just hit me with elastic or something," I said in my defence,
indicating Abby and Zoe.
"No, what they appeared to do was pull on your bra strap, which begs the
question, why are you wearing a bra Mr Nixon?"
I was confused. I looked down.
O.M.G.
I was wearing a bra. I could see it under the extremely feminine, puffy
sleeved blouse with a rounded collar, complete with the girl's ribbon bow
tie. I stood up quickly to see my bottom half wasn't faring any better. I
was wearing a plaid, pleated skirt, black ankle boots and white tights.
"I don't know how you've achieved this, Mr Nixon, but go to the boy's
toilets and get changed back into your uniform."
"I, I, I," I stammered, "I don't know where my uniform is, I don't know
what is going on," I tried to defend myself while the class was howling
with laughter.
"In that case," Mrs Lynd said angrily, "you will need to report the
headmaster and go on isolation. You are in your final year of school, you
have exams in nine months and we do not have time for you to be messing
around and causing a distraction, now get out of my class room."
I grabbed my school bag and raced out of there as quickly as I could
before closing the door behind me. I felt a slight bit of relief as I
could hear Mrs Lynd trying to calm the class down before I took stock of
my situation.
I was wearing the girl's school uniform with no other clothes on me.
I was out in the open.
I now had to go present myself to the headmaster, Mr Tonge.
I had no idea how I could explain this to myself, let alone anybody else.
I was somehow wearing a girl's school uniform for fuck's sake. I quickly
turned and set off down the corridor before anybody else could see me.
The sensations were offputting. I could feel the bra straps digging into
my shoulders, the skirt flapping around my legs with every step I took and
every time my legs brushed each other, the nylons would generate such a
pleasant sensation, which caused my penis to twitch with pleasure.
I somehow managed to get to the headmaster's office without any of the
other students seeing me, which was a huge relief. I knocked at the door.
"Come in," I heard Mr Tonge command. I complied.
"So Mr Nixon, or should I say Miss Nixon?" he joked, but in a way that let
me know he wasn't amused. "Care to explain yourself?."
"I really don't know how," I replied meekly.
"Well let me tell you what I know," he said. "You have somehow played an
elaborate prank where you have changed into a girl's school uniform, in
the middle of a class, without anybody noticing, on the same day that all
of our school records have been altered to say that you are not Jonathan
Nixon, male, but Scarlett Nixon, female." He continued, "This leads me to
believe that as part of this prank you have not only gained unauthorised
access to our school records but altered them which is quite the breach of
data protection.."
I could feel the blood drain from my face as he said this. Being extremely
embarrassed was not the worst thing here, could I get expelled for all of
this?
"Since you have no desire to explain yourself, go sit in the isolation
room. I'll be calling your parents in immediately to discuss where we go
from here, but I have to say Mr Nixon, it's not looking good. I'm
disappointed, you have so much potential but you're willing to risk it
all. Now get out of my sight.
The isolation room was just a room with a few chairs and desks. The idea
being that if you had to be separated from your class, you could still do
school work. As I hadn't brought any work with me, I thought I had best
try and see how this new attire had appeared on me. I lifted up the waist
band of my skirt - once again noticing the glossy look my finger nails had
- and saw, as I suspected, that I was wearing girl's underwear. White with
a lacey trim.
To get a better look I sat down and lifted up the front of my skirt where
I could see my penis and testicles bulging against the soft, delicate
fabric of the panties. Clearly not designed with male genitalia in mind,
but... was the bulge shrinking?
I closed my eyes and reopened them in disbelief, it WAS shrinking! And
almost gone!
I reached into the panties to try and grab hold of whatever was left, but
it was too late I realised as the tip of my middle finger slipped up a
slit that definitely hadn't been there before. I quickly withdrew my hand
in shock.
I could feel the room growing, or was I shrinking? It was hard to tell but
if I was shrinking then my clothes were shrinking with me. I could feel
bum expand a little against the confines of the panties. I desperately
tried to push it back in when a lock of brown hair dropped into my vision,
my hair was definitely not that long.
My hair was growing in all directions, I grabbed as much as I could in the
vain attempt to push it back into my head, it didn't work as I could feel
more and more hair pushing against my hands when I felt a tingling around
my chest.
Boobs. I was growing boobs. I let go of the hair to try and stop the
expanding tissue from filling the bra cups. As I did, a curtain of hair
fell all around me. Beautiful, silky, shiny hair that any girl would be
jealous of, but it was on me and it fell down to my waist. I had to stop
pushing my boobs back in as it was getting extremely painful, as I let go
my new breast tissue filled the bra cups perfectly.
And then it all stopped.
Was it done? There was no mirror in the room so I tried to inspect the
damage as best as I could. I started from the top.
I ran my fingers through my new hair. It was so soft, nothing like my old
hair had been. I pulled a lock into my vision. It was a dark brown with
light brown highlights. As I was feeling around up there I felt something
else on top of my head. I pulled at it and it came free, releasing more
hair into my eyes. When I got a look at it I saw it was a green Alice
band. The green matched the rest of the uniform I was wearing. I did my
best to put it all back into place.
I ran my hands over the rest of my head. In the lobes of my ears I felt
metal hoops - earrings I assumed - and over my now slightly plumper lips I
felt a sticky substance. When I looked at my fingers there was a pink
stain. Lipstick? Lip gloss?
That was when I noticed my fingernails again. They still had the clear
glossy finish but now they extended past the tips of my fingers slightly
in an oval shape. I also had a cheap looking ring on my right ring finger.
My hands and fingers were so much more delicate looking and what little
hair I had on my arms had disappeared.
I couldn't bring myself to investigate further, I fell into a chair and
started sobbing. What was I going to do? I was a completely different
person. Nobody had seen me change, who was going to believe that I was
Jonny Nixon? I gently cried into my hands.
I don't know how long I had been crying for when the door opened and my
mum walked in. She saw me and immediately looked startled.
"I'm sorry miss," she apologised, "I've got the wrong room," before she
left.
I was frozen solid. I was speechless. It had happened, my own mum didn't
recognise me. I went to run after her but as I got to the door I could
hear my mum and Mr Tonge talking.
"Mr Tonge, I don't know if you can tell the difference between a boy in a
skirt and an actual girl, but that beautiful young lady in there is
definitely a girl," mum said, quite condescendingly. She described me as
beautiful, I felt tiny bit of pride at that for some reason.
"I don't understand Mrs Nixon," Mr Tonge replied. "I sent Jonathan in
there and nobody has entered or left that room since."
They had both entered the room, mum looking quite smug whilst Mr Tonge
looked extremely confused. I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Mum, it's me, Jonny," I said whilst tears streamed from my eyes. "I don't
know what's going on."
Mum looked really cross at this.
"Listen young lady, I don't know what kind of sick joke this is, but I am
not staying hear to listen to this farce from either of you, I'm going
back to work."
"Mum, please," I wailed.
"Missy," she said as she pulled a photo out of her purse and shoved it in
my face "This is my Jonny, do you honestly think you look anything like
him?"
Except that wasn't Jonny in the photo. It was a beautiful young lady with
very long dark brown hair and big brown eyes, smiling sweetly and wearing
a pink t-shirt whilst doing the peace sign with her fingers.
I stared at it in disbelief, then at my mother, then back at the picture.
"What... what are you doing?" mum asked nervously before looking at the
picture herself. Then back at me. Then back at the photo.
"Mum... I'm really scared."
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