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The new Student - Chapter 2
After a discussion between my mum and Mr Tonge, it was decided that the
best thing I could do would be to go home as discreetly as possible. We
would try and find out what was going on from there while Mr Tonge would
check all school records to see exactly what had changed.
We got to mum's car, a silver fiesta that she mainly used to get to work
and back in and I climbed in the front passenger seat as I normally
would, immediately realising that I would have given anyone who may have
been watching a nice show of my underwear. I felt my mum's eyes on me
and I knew she was going to say something.
"I don't care mum," I said before she could open her mouth, "there was
nobody around and I'm not going to be a girl long enough to need to know
how to move in a skirt." I was adamant on that point, Whatever had
happened to me, I was gonna figure it out and reverse it.
Mum just nodded her head in silence and started the car.
The journey home was mostly silent. I was just too numb to think about
what was going on, except for the sensation of the seatbelt nestling
between my boobs. We were almost home when my mum piped up.
"You're really pretty, you know."
I don't know what she expected my reaction to be but that just opened
the floodgates.
"But I don't wanna be pretty," I wailed, "I don't wanna be a girl, I
don't know HOW to be a girl. Why is this happening to me?" Tears were
streaming down my face and there was no sign of them letting up. Mum had
pulled the car over and pulled me in for a hug.
"I'm sorry sweetheart," she said in a soothing voice whilst stroking my
hair, "I don't know what I was thinking, obviously being pretty isn't a
good thing for you"
"What am I gonna do Mum?" I asked with my head buried into her shoulder.
"What we're going to do Jonny," she said emphasising my male name, "is
get home and find out exactly what is being affected, then we'll get the
family together and we are going to come up with a plan and no matter
what happens, we are going to stick by you, we are all going to be here
for you, do you understand me? Now let it all out sweetie."
I sniffed and nodded my head, still buried into her shoulder and just
let the tears flow. It felt like an eternity but eventually I started to
calm down and we finished the journey home. Mum reversed onto the
driveway so I could get straight from the car into the house as quickly
as possible, she followed me in quickly. We heard the footsteps of
somebody rushing down the stairs.
"Mum," the voice of my brother Richard yelled out, "is that you because
some really weird shit is happ..." His voice trailed off as he ran into
the corridor and saw me standing there.
"Jonny? Is that you?" he asked, almost unsurprised. That might have been
something to do with the school photo on the wall that no longer
featured Jonny, but Scarlett. I burst into tears again, ran past Richard
and straight up to my bedroom.
Except this wasn't my bedroom.
It was the same size, shape and location as my bedroom, but this wasn't
MY bedroom.
The blue carpet had been replaced with a fluffy, cream coloured carpet.
The pale blue walls were now a pale pink and all of the furniture was
white, except for my old wardrobe which was gone completely and had been
replaced with a mirrored, sliding door type that took up an entire wall.
My wargame models were still there, as was my xbox 1, but that now
shared an area with a makeup mirror.
I threw myself on the bed which now had a pink, polka dot bedspread and
a couple of stuffed animals. Instinct seemed to take over and I pulled
one of them in and cuddled it while I gently sobbed.
I don't know how long I had been there when I heard my text alert come
from my bag. I put the stuffed animal down which happened to be a brown
teddy bear with a pink bow around it's neck and grabbed my school bag
(which had at some point changed from a black sports bag to a baby pink
shoulder bag) and found my phone inside. I took it out to see who the
text was from.
The first thing I saw was the home screen, which was a picture of the
new me, Monique and Dave, me in the middle with my arms around the
waists of the others. The text was from Monique, it read:
"Jonny, is that you? Things are really strange, we heard about what
happened in English and that you've gone home for the day. I hope you're
ok xx."
I couldn't bring myself to even try and explain what was happening, so I
didn't reply. Instead I went to my facebook app to see if that had any
answers.
As expected, it went straight to an account for Scarlett Nixon with a
profile pic of me pulling an extremely silly face. I scrolled through my
profile to see that apart from the obvious, a lot of things were still
the same. The same friends, interests and groups (except for one called
Prom 2019), just the name and the photos were different. That gave me a
bit of relief. I noticed I had a new message through messenger, I opened
it:
"Hey sexy, I haven't seen you on here before." I felt sick. That was
from Mike Smitheringale, Zoe's boyfriend. The idea of boys finding me
sexy gave me chills, on the other hand, this would really annoy Zoe. I
did still block him though. That was when I heard a gentle knock on the
door. "Jonny?" the knocker asked. It was Richard. I told him to come in.
"Wow, this is different," he said looking round the room, then jokingly,
"It's tidy for once"
That broke the tension a little, I gave him an evil stare and then threw
my teddy at him. We both had a little laugh at that (or giggle in my
case).
"I suppose you've come to make fun of me, have you?" I asked
expectantly.
Richard suddenly turned serious. "Not at all," he said sitting on the
bed next to me. He continued, "I honestly have no idea what's happening
Jonny and if it were happening to me, I have no idea how I would cope.
This whole thing is such a head fuck. I know me and Ste pick on you a
lot for being the youngest but I'm here for you, whatever you need and
I'm sure Ste is too."
"Thanks Rich," I said, genuinely thankful.
"Dad's home," he continued, "and Ste will be soon. Mum is explaining
what going on so that you don't have to. Come down whenever you're
ready. And one more thing?"
"Yeah"
"You might wanna get changed out of that uniform, people might think
that you like it," he said with a smirk. In return I hit him with a
pillow before he left.
He was right though. I started to look through my drawers and wardrobe
to see what my clothing options were.
Fuck, Scarlett was a girly-girl. When I slid open the wardrobe it was
like an explosion of lace, silk and other girly materials that I didn't
even know the names of. There were loads of skirts, dresses and frilly
and sparkly tops. I gave that section of the wardrobe a miss.
I found some jeans but when I held them up against myself, they were
clearly extremely figure hugging, I would have to breathe in a lot to
get into them.
Eventually I found a pair of pink jogging bottoms and a plain white t-
shirt that I found to be acceptable. I quickly got changed (after
wrestling with the blouse buttons that were on the wrong side) and
pulled the Alice band out of my hair, unleashing what I found to be a
sweeping fringe that nearly covered my left eye. I sat in front of the
mirror and started gently brushing my new, extremely long hair. I don't
know why, it just felt like the right thing to do at that point.
I looked at my new face in the mirror. I really was pretty. If I was
still male looking at a girl like me I would say I was hot. I thought to
the message I got from Mike. Urrggghhh. Boys are gonna think I'm hot.
Urrrrggghhh.
I put the brush down and started fiddling with my hair while thinking
about my friendship with Monique and Dave. Looking at my facebook page,
it looked as if my friendship with those two wasn't going to change. I
hoped not, I was going to need both of them if I was going to get
through this. Whatever this was.
In fact, what the fuck is this? I'm now a girl. Everything seems to have
changed to say that I was always a girl but everybody remembers me as
Jonny. How does this happen? How am I supposed to change back if I don't
know how I was changed?
I was brought out of my thoughts by a familiar sensation. I needed to
pee. This was not gonna be fun.
I left my room and crossed the hallway to the bathroom. This room was
pretty much the same except there was a lot more girly shampoos and
other hygiene products. Made sense, there was now twice as many females
in the house than there used to be. I walked over to the toilet, pulled
my pants down and got my first look at *my* vagina. The sight of it made
me feel ill, I quickly sat on the toilet to get my business over and
done with.
When I was finished I still felt damp down there so grabbed some toilet
tissue and dabbed at *it*, again, feeling sick at the thought of what
was now between my legs. I had a vagina. I had boobs. That meant I was
more than likely going to have all the internal things that a girl would
have. Would this mean I could get pregnant?
Feeling quite emotional, I quickly stood to pull up my pants when I felt
a yank on my scalp, my hair had got caught on the flush handle and that
was it, I gave out a loud yelp and the floodgates opened again.
"Sweetheart, are you in there?" It was Mum. I don't know how long I had
been crying for. I was sat on the floor with my knees pulled up to my
chin.
"Go away," I replied.
"Sweetheart, you can't stay in there forever, will you let me in?"
I stood up and unlocked the bathroom door. Mum walked in and pulled me
into a hug.
"Mum, I've got a vagina and I can get pregnant and my hair got caught
and I have no idea what I'm doing," I blubbed away at her incoherently.
"Jonny," Mum said pushing me away so she could look me in the eye, "even
if the worst comes to the worst and you are stuck like this, we will get
through it together. We've been talking downstairs and you have so much
love and support from your brothers and your father. You can do this
Jonny." I just sniffed and nodded in response, "Now come downstairs for
a bit, I don't think your Dad still quite believes what is happening."
I went downstairs with Mum to find the rest of the family in the living
room. Dad, Stephen and Richard were looking really awkward. Dad silently
stood up and came over to me, pulling me in for a cuddle.
"We're here for you Jonny."
We all sat down and Mum started telling us what she knew and what she
had found out. While she was talking about what had happened at school,
my mind started wandering and found myself looking at the photos.
The first one that caught my attention was from when my brothers and I
were really young. I had been 6 when it was taken. A professional
picture of the three of us but now instead of there being a six year old
boy in a shirt and tie like his older brothers, there was a 6 year old
girl in a puffy pink party dress with her hair in pig tails tied up in
pink ribbons.
The second was a family portrait with my parents sat in arm chairs at
the front, my brothers stood behind Mum while I'm flinging my arms
around Dad from behind, looking like a real daddy's girl.
"So it seems that all physical evidence of Jonny has gone and as far as
documentation goes, Scarlett has always been here." Mum's last sentence
snapped me out of my trance. "I couldn't get a doctor's appointment for
Jonny because they say they have no record of him, but I got an
appointment for Scarlett no problem"
"You've got me a doctor's appointment Mum?" I asked. "What am I going to
say to a doctor? That I used to be a boy but now I'm a girl?"
"Not quite, I've said that you're feeling tired all of the time, I'm
hoping they'll do some blood tests. If they find anything out of the
ordinary for a teenage girl, they'll soon let us know," Mum replied. It
was a good plan, actually.
Feeling enough of a freak show, I stood up and announced that I was
going to bed. I brushed my teeth and went back into my girlified bedroom
to find Mum sat on my bed, she had laid some red, plaid cotton pyjama
bottoms and a grey vest top out for me to sleep in.
"Come sit next to me," she said patting the bed next to her. "Let me
sort that hair out for you."
"Are you going to cut it off?" I asked. I should have sounded hopeful
when asking that but it came out sounding like I was horrified at the
idea.
"Nothing so drastic," she replied, "we can think about that later." I
was a little relieved, but confused as to why I was relieved. My hair
was down to my waist, I should want it cut off.
I sat down and Mum started brushing it. It felt so relaxing, I shut my
eyes and just went with it. I was pulled out of my trance by the sound
of elastic snapping.
"I've plaited it," Mum said. "This should stop it from being as much of
a pain. I'll leave you to get some sleep now. Good night."
"Night Mum," I replied. I got changed and went to bed.
I was stood in front of a mirror. I was wearing a huge, pale pink ball
gown with big puffy sleeves that left my shoulders bare. The top of gown
looked incredibly tight, making my waist look tiny whilst making my
boobs look huge. From the waist down, pink material flowed out from
everywhere. The skirt looked as wide as I was tall. My hair was in
pretty, flowing curls and a tiara adorned my head.
The mirror disappeared. I was in a stone walled corridor with lit
torches lighting it up. It was like something from a medieval castle.
Suddenly in the distance I could see the torches going out and I knew
something was coming for me. I turned and started to run.
I could hear the heels on my feet clacking with every step. I was
lifting up the voluminous skirts but they were still slowing me down,
flapping around my legs as I ran. I looked behind me and the darkness
was catching.
All of a sudden, a window ahead of me smashed as a masculine figure
threw itself through it. I knew this was my salvation. I carried on
running towards it.
As I got closer, I could see the figure was a male, tall and broad,
wearing a billowing white shirt, brown trousers and brown boots. But the
face I recognised.
It was Dave. What was Dave doing here?
I reached him and he picked me up at the waist to carry me, I
instinctively put my arms around his neck and he lifted me up.
"Don't worry princess," he said reassuringly, "I've got you."
He turned and jumped out of the window he just come in through. We fell
together and landed on a bail of hay.
Dave stood up first, he held my hands and lifted me out of the hay.
"You're safe now princess"
"Thank you kind sir," I responded.
I looked him in his deep brown eyes and moved my face towards his. Our
lips met and he pulled me in tight for a long, deep kiss.
I sat up quickly. I was still in bed. My nipples were hard and I was
most definitely aroused.
What the fuck was that?
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