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DAY 2, MONDAY I must have got back to sleep at some point, because I awoke to Ruby gently shaking me. "Wake up..." My eyes gradually fluttered open. "Whaat..." "You better get up." Ruby was wearing a loose t-shirt and her panties and nothing else. "You need plenty of time to shower and get dressed before breakfast." I noticed she had her towel under her arm. "Shower?" I asked blearily. "Oh. My. God." Alexis said from across the room. I noticed she was removing a towel she had been wearing. "You can't be confused about showering. Don't tell me it's true that boys don't do it..." "Boys shower," I grumped. That was mostly true. "I know what a shower is." I sat up. Ruby took a look at me and stifled a giggle. "What?" "You have the most amazing bed hair," she said. "I think it's wrapped around your neck twice," Jennifer added with a grin. It was true, my hair was a mess and felt kinda gross and itchy against my bare neck. "Ugh," I grunted, picking at it. "I'm going to need to learn to brush this aren't I?" "It's not so hard," Jennifer said. "You should do something with it when you sleep though." I got up and out of my pyjamas, and put on yesterday's top for now. Then Ruby and Jennifer led me across the hall into the showers. It was split into two sections, one for drying off and the shower room. Both reminded me of the changing rooms at school, there was no real privacy. There were only four shower heads, and they were taken. Yoshiko, Nemea, and the Allen twins had them, so we hard to wait, though it wasn't long until Yoshiko turned off the faucet and allowed Ruby in. It was a minute or two more before Nemea stepped out, and I stripped down and ran in between Ruby and Kay Allen. Kay glanced down at me and went "woah." I glanced up at her. "What?" "Oh, uh, sorry," Kay said, looking away. She seemed to clearly be embarrassed at her outburst. "It's just, uh, we were pretty sure you were padding." "She's not padding?!" her sister Joan said, leaning around Kay to get a look at me. "Nope!" I said, proudly slapping my right tit. Ow. Maybe don't do that. "They're pure Adams!" Hey, maybe I could call them Adams' Apples, since I'd definitely lost the one I had! They'd have to be those big baking apples though... I started with washing my hair. After rinsing I was about to squirt out some shampoo into my hand when Ruby grabbed the bottle. "What?" "Conditioner first," she said helpfully. "Not into the scalp, into the ends of your hair," Kay added. Soon all three girls were stood around me, supervising me as I conditioned, shampooed, rinsed... "You're hair's going to take some work if you want to keep it this long," Joan warned. "I haven't really given it much thought..." I replied. "Maybe I'll get it cut." "Give it some thought before you do!" Joan warned. "If you don't like it, it could take years to grow this long again..." "Are you three going to crowd around Michelle all morning?" Jennifer asked from the changing room. "Or are you going to shower and let other people in?" Chastened, Kay eventually left and Jennifer joined in beside me, as I got the body wash and lathered it up. Cleaning my skin wasn't that different, though doing the underside of each breast was work needing at least two hands, lifty and soapy. I eventually had to stop when I got to my waist. "Ruby?" I whispered to her. "Ruby." She glanced at me. "What?" she whispered back. "Do I wash in... y'know..." I said, and vaguely gestured to my crotch. "You don't have to scrub it, just give it a rinse," she kindly said. "All right, thanks." Soon enough I was done. Ruby had already left the shower and I joined her in the changing room, where I did my best to dry off with the thick fluffy pink towel that had been in my suitcase. I was starting to think whoever had packed had picked too many pink possessions. I was ordered not to dry my hair too much yet, Ruby instead tying it up for me to let the conditioner do its work. There was a full length mirror in here, and I caught my reflection looking back at me from it. It had been almost a full day now, but I realised I was seeing myself naked for the first time. My god. Even just next to Ruby I looked tiny. And I was certainly skinny. It wasn't like I was shapeless, I had some hips and I had a butt, but I didn't exactly have the thunder thighs I'd need to make the rest of my body look proportional to my chest. I was not, under any circumstances, going to be called thicc any time soon. But it wasn't like I disliked all of that. I sure was cute, and I was finding that that counted for a lot for me. And - I turned sideways - I was definitely proud of these breasts. I wrapped the towel around myself, feeling a sense of mild accomplishment at fulfilling that particular tradition, and Ruby and I returned to our room. Alexis was gone, Jennifer and Yoshiko were just finishing getting dressed, and Sharon was splayed half on and off her bed, still asleep. We did not wake her. I dove into the ridiculously huge pile of clothes. Today, I thought, should be more of a covered up day. So I got a pair each of the more normal bras and panties, and pulled on the t-shirt with Todoroki from my Hero Academia on it, he of the overpowered hot AND cold powers and nice body. It hugged at my curves, but concealed everything. As for bottoms... eventually I dug out a pair of jeans that were a slightly more pastel shade of blue than most. I pulled them on and buttoned them up, and tried to move. Woah! These were practically skin-tight! As a former boy I was used to jeans being baggy, not like extra thick stockings with pockets. I could swear they creaked as I moved, but somehow they had enough give for me to sit down and pull on some socks and the pumps. "You can probably bring your hair down now," Ruby said. "Just give it a pat to dry it out, and brush it." That ended up being kinda boring, and unexpectedly hard work. It didn't take much for my hair to tangle! I sat and worked and worked with the brush, but after a while my hair was straight and, I had to admit to myself, looked pretty nice. Jennifer was cracking the curtains to look out the window. "Looks sunny, but kinda breezy." She looked at me. "Sure you want to leave your hair like that?" I looked at it. "What's wrong with it?" "Well, once you step outside, your hair's going to be in your face and in three other people's faces." "More like three other people's chests," I murmured, rueing my height, but I got up and looked out the window. It was breezy... I looked at Jennifer. "Okay. What should I do?" "Sit down," she said. "I'll sort you out." I sat down on my mattress and she took my long hair in her hands. I could feel her start pulling and tugging at it. "I'll teach you this later," she said, "but I'm just going to put it in a nice French braid." She was pulling my hair across the top of the back of my head. I found myself swaying in those directions. "Ss, stay still," she told me. I tried to freeze. She worked her way down the back of my head, pulling and folding. It started to feel a little better once she passed the base of my head and was working with loose hair, but I could still feel her gently tugging on the entire scalp. "Is this almost done?" I asked. "You have a lot of hair!" Jennifer replied. "Halfway there." She seemed to work quickly after that. Soon she was tying off the end of the braid with a thin white hairband. We hustled through to the big mirror in the changing rooms and Jennifer held up a pocket mirror so I could see the back of my head in it. "How's that?" she asked. My face lit up. "Wow!" was all I could say. "It's so... it's so... feminine!" I knew, if anyone had tried to braid my hair this time yesterday I would have ran a mile. Now? That seemed like an absurd hang-up when it looked this good! Ruby and Jennifer fell about laughing. "You think it's taken you until now to look feminine?" Ruby asked, elbowing me in the side of my tit. "This is different..." I replied, though I couldn't quite put words to how. Like, that was female and this was Feminine! It was filling me with ideas. "Hold on," I said, and I ran back to the room, where I dug though the case for the bag of various accessories. I pulled the braid over my left shoulder and clipped a white bow onto the hairband tying it all together, before letting it fall on my chest. It gently rested into the contours of my hidden cleavage and dangled off the front of my boobs. I turned back to the other two. "What do you think?" I asked. "You're really catching on quick," Jennifer said proudly. Ruby folded her arms. "You, sister," she said with a smirk, "are going to be dangerous." I grinned. "Want to go to breakfast?" I asked. Part of me wanted to know just how dangerous I could be. Naturally, when we entered the cafeteria we turned heads. I'd later figure out this was because we were three girls entering a room with boys in it, and not because of anything unique to me, but I took a certain satisfaction from it. I grabbed a couple of slices of toast and some jam, which turned out to just barely be within the limits of what I could eat now, and sat down across from Yoshiko and Anne King. "Wow, looking good today," Yoshiko said. "Not bad at all for your first day dressing yourself." "Har har," I replied. "Yes, it's true, I chose all of this myself. Although, of course," I nodded as Jennifer sat down next to me, "Jenny did the hair." "Great work," Yoshiko said. "You must get a lot of practice." "Thanks," Jennifer said, "and yeah. My brother asks me to practice on him a lot, so..." I paused with my toast halfway to my mouth. "Your brother, huh?" She coughed. "Sorry, I meant my mother." She turned her attention to her cereal. "Oh, and Michelle? It's Jennifer if you don't mind. Just like how you were never ever Mike." "Oh, right, sorry." I could understand that. I bit down on my toast and looked around. A few guys ducked their heads down as my gaze passed over them. A braver few tried to wave. Then I saw Louis wandering around looking lost, searching for a place to sit. I surreptitiously tried to wave him over, and after some reluctance on his part managed to guide him into the seat next to Yoshiko. "Uh, hey, can I sit here?" he asked. Yoshiko looked up at him, seemed to assume a full-body cringe, but scooched over a little bit to give him room. "Yeah, go ahead," she nervously replied. I could see a slight smile on her face. Bingo. "Oh, uh, you got the pancakes too?" he asked her. "Well, I thought they looked good..." she said. "Are they?" he asked her. "Not really..." she said. "Oh. That sucks..." he stuck a fork in one and ate it. "Oh yeah. This is terrible," he said enthusiastically. "Good luck finding anything better that's not dry toast, though," she said with a smile, swiping some of her hair out of her face. Anne King was looking at Jennifer and me, wondering what was going on. I made some eye motions to try to get her to leave, and stood up myself. "Well, I'm stuffed," I said, leaving half a slice of toast on my plate. "I'd better meet you at the bus." I patted Jennifer hard on the shoulder and she also keenly made her excuses and left, as did Anne. Yoshiko was getting up too. I looked at Louis and thought as hard as I could, 'DON'T SCREW THIS UP!' "Do you, uh..." he paused for a dreadful moment before continuing, "wear your hair like that often?" Yoshiko paused halfway out of her chair. Her hair was tied up into a messy bun. "Sometimes," she replied. As we walked away, Louis was telling her how nice it was and she was sitting back down. We dumped our trays and hid in the corridor, watching the backs of the boy and the girl. "Okay, what was that?" Anne asked. "Yoshiko and Louis like each other?" "Sssssh!" I blew on my finger. "I don't think it's official yet." Anne took another peek at the couple. "I thought she only liked yaoi fuckboys," she said. "Does Louis count as that?" Jennifer asked. Anne snorted. "He's nowhere near willowy enough." She turned to look at me. "So what, you're trying to set them up?" She looked me up and down. "Jesus, give a guy a nice pair of tits and suddenly she thinks she's Aphrodite or Cupid or something." "Cupid was a boy, though," I said. "You know what I mean. Don't you think it's weird that you suddenly care about this?" I looked sideways at her. "Wouldn't it be weird if I didn't?" I asked. "Come on. This has nothing to do with me being a girl. They're friends of mine. Of course I want them to be together if they like each other." "You're seriously telling me if you were still Michael you'd have looked up from your switch long enough to notice they liked each other? That you'd be trying to get them together?" "Why are you getting on my case about this?" I asked. This was getting frustrating. "And of course I..." and I paused. Well, I didn't know if I could say what I was about to say with a straight face, because it would be a complete lie. Instead I said "I might not have been trying to get them together, but not for the reason you think." Of course, I would have been trying to keep them apart because *I* had wanted to fuck Yoshiko, but that was an impulse that had definitely completely vanished. "Yeah right," Anne shrugged and started walking away. "Well, well done. Yoshiko's lucky you're a girl now, because boys are completely clueless about love." As Anne left, Jennifer stood by my side. "What was her problem?" I asked. "Something that I hope is none of my business," Jennifer replied. "Me too." We gathered by the coach and were shepherded on by the teachers. I ended up in the dead centre of a cluster of girls about a third of the way from the back of the vehicle, with Alexis to my left, Ruby to my right, Kay and Joan Allen behind us and Jennifer and Yoshiko in front. Yoshiko in particular looked somewhat giddy and cheerful. I grinned and wiggled my eyebrows at her, and she wiggled back and glanced further down the bus, where Louis must have been among the throng of boys. The drive was not a long one, barely 30 minutes, and when we got out we were at an old castle. There was a rather slow paced tour where the guide seemed to be more interested in talking about some old fantasy movies that had been shot here in the 70s than in the other history of the place. Then Mr Danes announced the second half of the session. We were to split into pairs of three and do a kind of scavenger hunt for 3 pieces of information, which we would write a report about when we got back. And with Mr Danes being the kind of anti-fun guy that he was, he decided the groups with random lots. So Ruby got paired up with Alexis and Cliff... And Yoshiko got paired up with Robert and Nemea... And Jennifer got paired up with Kay and Lisa... And, somewhere down the line, I got paired up with Tommy Everett and - I groaned - Daniel, who was immediately standing too close to me. I didn't know what it was that I disliked so much about Daniel now. I'd usually written him off as weird but harmless before but, well... I now felt like I had been lacking vital perspective. He was definitely one of the most persistent starers. And a loomer. I constantly got the feeling he was about to drool. He had, I remembered, been one of the loudest voices in favour of raiding the girls' dorms. And he didn't shower as often as he really should. And I remembered walking over to him while he was playing Smash on his switch and seeing him trying to point the camera up an Inkling's skirt. And he'd made an awful lot of rape jokes, like a LOT, like CONSTANTLY and oh no, oh god. Actually this kid isn't all right. Fortunately Tommy seemed to agree with me. Tommy was kind of an average guy, I thought. Didn't really stand out in any way, but he was nice enough looking and a friendly guy to be around. Good company in any circumstance, and especially this circumstance, since he kept inserting himself between Daniel and myself and, more importantly, my boobs. "All right," I said, trying to ignore the Mineta in the group. "What are we to look for?" Tommy looked at our printout. "One: Frescoes in the Oratory Two: The fashions of the nobility Three: Life in an Oubliette" "What's the Oratory again?" I asked. "The little room in the cathedral," Daniel replied. "Yeah," Tommy said. "Let's head there first." The frescos turned out to mostly be about how great and pious the lord who commissioned them was. "So..." Tommy said. "There sure is a lot of murdering in these, for something in a church. Lots of blood." "Yeah, but he was murdering for God, so that's okay," I said. "See?" I pointed out a head on a pike. "That is clearly totally vindicated and not just vicious." It turned out Daniel had been quiet because he'd found the one uncovered pair of boobies in the entire artwork. The oubliette was a round hole covered by a heavy modern grate, but we could still see through. A placard nearby helpfully explained that the electric light inside it was purely for our benefit and would not have been there when it was in use. "Looks like a complete nightmare," Tommy said. "Can you imagine being dropped in there?" "The walls are smooth and it's wider at the bottom," I replied. "No way you're getting out. Is there even a drain?" Meanwhile, Daniel was laughing to himself and staring at the hole. "Hey Michelle, does it look familiar?" I looked up and at him. "... no?" "Well, you've kinda, you've kinda got one now..." he said. I squinted at him for a while. "... no I don't?" I was genuinely confused. I looked at Tommy who just shook his head. "Well it's kinda like your..." Daniel started to say. Then he noticed we weren't listening and started to sulk. We eventually found the nobles fashions in the Lady's Boudoir. There were mannequins set up with costumes from various eras, and portraits on the walls. "I don't much fancy all these ruffs," Tommy said with a laugh. "I'd have thought people back then would have to be more practical. You can't have a swordfight in that," he said, pointing out a lace-encrusted Lord. "Fashion's always been impractical," I replied. "The sillier the better from what I've seen. I mean, look at this." I walked over to a mannequin of a Lady in a dress that had to be eight feet across at the floor. The waist was tight in a way that looked exceeding sharp and painful and the bust was extremely low cut. It seemed it was designed to try to make the breasts jump out. Unfortunately at this moment I realized I'd walked right up to Daniel and was standing shoulder to shoulder with him. I quietly tried to shuffle away. He'd been staring at the mannequin's bust, but smoothly switched gears to staring at mine. "Hey Michelle, do you think you could wear something like that?" he asked. ... there was no reason I couldn't, apart from the waist problem. The idea of trying it on was actually pretty intriguing. But I wasn't telling Daniel that. "No, no way." With all our targets found and the two of us giving him the cold shoulder, Daniel buggered off to somewhere, I didn't care where. Tommy on the other hand stuck around. I was pretty glad for the company, so I didn't mind. We paused by a display of halberds and I shuddered. "God, I feel like I need a shower!" "He's an awful little goblin isn't he?" Tommy asked. "An awful BIG goblin!" Daniel was something like half a foot taller than me now! "Thank you so much for being here. I don't know how I'd have dealt with him without you." I actually went in and give him a big hug, and regretted it. Avoid front hugs now, especially with boys. That had got pretty intimate... "No problem," Tommy awkwardly replied as we quickly broke apart. "God, he skeeves me out! Why'd I ever put up with him as a guy? I should have been setting him straight while I could still beat him up." "Violence? That's not like you." "He's driving me to it!" I punched my palm. "Don't worry," Tommy said. "If it came down to anything I think every boy in the dorms would be on your side." He leaned in conspiritally. "You were the talk of the room all night." I flushed. "Seriously?" I quietly asked. "None of them can get enough of you. There is a big race to be the first to date you." "... seriously?" My voice squeaked. "Yeah." "... see-ree-ous-lee...?" "I'm surprised you're surprised," he said with a laugh. "You know what these guys are like. Show them a cute as hell girl and they're going to be transfixed. Especially if she Just Keeps Getting Cuter," he said with a big smile. He must have seen my guard collapse, because he leaned in and lowered his voice. "The braid is awesome. Great idea to wear it down your front." I almost babbled for a moment. "W-well," I tried to say. I turned away from him in a hurry so he wouldn't see what I felt had to be going on with my face. He likes it! Up until this point I had never ever considered trying to impress Tommy Everett, we just hadn't been very close friends, but maybe it was time to see just how dangerous I could be. I looked back over my shoulder and hoped I was making a sexy pose. "Sounds like someone's trying to get a head start in the race," I said, trying to bat my eyes. "Oh, I haven't entered," he replied, waving. He got up. "I'm just wishing everyone luck, and especially you. I have a good feeling you're going to be the overall winner." He ended up walking off. Oh. That was disappointing. He wasn't seduced at all. I mean, I didn't know what I would have done if he'd said yes. Did I want Tommy as a boyfriend? He was really nice but I had a feeling he wasn't what I was looking for... and it would be pretty wrong just to screw around with him for 'practice...' "Has absolutely no gaydar," Sharon muttered into her notepad. I leapt into the air, before spinning on the spot and pointing at her. My braid whipped around the back of my head to my other shoulder and smacked me in the chin. "How long have YOU been there?" She was hunched in a display of armour pieces, behind a standing suit of armour and its shield. "A while. Ignore me. Observer." "No. Were you here for all of that? Wait, aren't you meant to working with Anne and Francine?" "Ditched them. Was ditched." "Which one was it?" I asked, already feeling exhausted. "Mutual." She kept writing in her notebook the entire time. I glared at it and walked over to her. "What are you even writing in there?" I asked. "Important notes. Very scientific. You wouldn't understand." I plucked the book out of her hand. "Let me see..." "Hey! Give that back, those are MY notes!" "And you've been making them about ME!" I backed off and took a look while Sharon got up and climbed over the velvet ropes. Her handwriting was completely illegible. I could just about make out the words "absolutely no" towards the bottom, but only because I had some idea of what she'd just said. The rest of it was some kind of incomprehensible chickenscratch, half scored out, randomly underlined, and I was pretty sure some of it wasn't roman letters. Was that Cyrillic? Chinese? Even if I had understood those writing systems I wouldn't have been able to say for sure. "Give me that back!" An angry Sharon snatched the book out of my hand. I was once again reminded that I was actually something like four inches shorter than her, but I tried to stay angry. "Why do you keep making notes about me?" I asked, coolly. "I can neither confirm or deny the existence of notes," she replied, holding the notepad. "They're about me." "Any notes that exist could be about anything." She was sweating. "Aren't some of them about my boobs?" "I ah, can neither confirm or deny the existence of boobs..." she said awkwardly. ... This was exhausting, and I could see where it was going. At some point Sharon was going to try to claim that she had a) turned me into a girl and b) brainwashed the entire world into going along with it, which was just such a bald-faced and absurd lie for a sixteen year old to tell. But she kept doing it! She's done it with the power cut, and a teacher getting bronchitis, and the eclipse, and the good weather on sports day after a week of rain. Why? For attention? She kept trying to take responsibility for things that were so obviously out of her abilities for some insane reason. She couldn't have turned me into a girl! But she was doing all this 'observation' and making notes about me to make me think she had! "... fine." I said. "You can't talk to people like a human being. More fool me." I tried to get into her face, by which I meant about her chin. "But quit stalking me." I stomped off, paused for thought, and spun around. "And what did you mean by 'absolutely no gayda' - oh. Ohhhhh." Well that made sense. At least it meant my attempt to be dangerously cute had only failed because of the wrong target! There was an awkward silence. Sharon was already writing in her notebook. I decided to resume stomping off, and returned to the coach. We were returned to the hostel. We were supposed to spend part of this afternoon writing up our reports on the castle, but that wasn't due until we returned to school next Monday. So of course I put it off. Instead I grabbed my switch and headed outside, finding a tree to sit under and play some Pok?mon Sword. Unfortunately before I could really step back into the Galar region I encountered a big problem. ... shit. My character's completely wrong. The famous first question you get asked in these games was now wrong. He was a boy but I'm a girl. I'd tried to make my character look like me, and done a pretty good job. He had, of course, been my representative in this game and I'd wanted to connect with him, so I'd made him resemble me as much as possible. Which now meant I was now looking at the old me, a me I was increasingly growing distant to as time passed and I grew more and more accustomed to being a girl... I didn't know if I could play as this character anymore. I got online and looked for info. I already knew you couldn't change your character's gender at the Hair Salons. A gender change glitch looked interesting until I realised it was for Pok?mon, not trainers. That didn't leave many options. Only the nuclear one. My hand hovered over the "Delete Save Data" button for ages. This was the only way, right? Just nix everything and start over. It was this or never play again, I didn't want to be reminded too much of boy-me. But it meant losing all my progress and my Pok?mon... I hesitated, and went back online to check if this was really worth it. Eventually I found a wiki page with all of the customisation options. Ooh. Girls had some nice ones... much nicer than the boy ones, which was always the way wasn't it? My eyes caught a hairstyle I really liked, and girls had lipstick options, and... I sighed. The choice was clear. I said a prayer for my Pok?mon, promising to catch them all again and name them all the same, and that I hoped they would be shiny in their next life. Then I deleted the data, chose the top left female trainer and named her Michelle. Going through the opening hour was unexpectantly sombre. My heart was in it, but I knew there was a lot to do. Besides which, I was also thinking about what other games I'd have to do this with. Like, Fortnite would be easy. I'd just have to buy some female skins. Or maybe I'd got lucky and whoever gifted me over a thousand pounds of real clothes had sent a few cool Fortnite skins my way too. As for the other game I was playing a lot recently... I put the switch down and pulled out my phone, opening up discord and going to my Final Fantasy XIV Free Company's server. Changing race and gender in that game was pretty easy, you just had to buy an item called a Fantasia, but the question would be what to change to... YONNIK: hey guys X_DESTRUCTO_X: hey yonnik X_DESTRUCTO_X: you want to cm hlp tonite? GHOSTBLADE KILLAH: yo yonnik X_DESTRUCTO_X: we boosting kingdog and rebelll through some msq dungeons YONNIK: sorry im not at home all week X_DESTRUCTO_X: oh yeah YONNIK: by the way im a girl in rl now X_DESTRUCTO_X: cool WARDEN J: awesome more girls. join usssssss! GHOSTBLADE KILLAH: send pics I didn't respond to that. I just added a :-1: reaction to it. Warden and ninja girl added it too. WARDEN_J: don't ask for pics perv GHOSTBLADE KILLAH: need proof YONNIK: ANYWAY i don't want to be a hrothgar anymore. thinking of using a fantasia X_DESTRUCTO_X: lalafell YONNIK: think I should be a miqote or viera? WARDEN J: lafafell THE AMAZING NINJA GIRL: lala BLACK BEAR: lalafell SASUKESTAN: lalafell GHOSTBLADE KILLAH: viera! EVIL CHRISTINA: lala 4 ever I stared at the phone screen. Lalafells averaged about three feet tall. Did... did they somehow know I was short? WARDEN J: the people have spoken GAY ONLY FOR RAUBAHN: lalafell REBELLL: lala YONNIK: ok I get it. u can see my lala at the weekend ... that wouldn't have been my first choice, but Lalafell were *stupidly* cute little backstabbing assholes so it wasn't all bad. And they could have some really nice hair options... and really, who wouldn't want to share a genus with Tataru? I scrolled though my whatsapp groups. Mum and Dad had already announced to the extended family group that I was Michelle now and it had been met with either excitement or indifference. Other groups I was in where people would have known weren't talking about it at all. I was lazily scrolling though the old messages in one group when I heard a voice approaching. "-on't do this Anne, just leave her alone for now." I looked up. Anne was striding toward me, the Allen twins scurrying after her. I stopped lounging against the tree and sat to attention. "You, get up," Anne signalled at me. She seemed pissed. "Why don't you sit down?" I asked. In response she leaned down and grabbed my shoulder and upper arm. "I said get UP." She hauled me to my feet. "Hey! What the hell?" I massaged my shoulder. She'd kinda wrenched it! "Listen," Anne said. She backed me into the tree and got real close, really getting into my face. "Since I know you only became a girl yesterday, I'm going to give you a warning. Leave Tommy Everett alone. I have been working on him for a long time and I've almost cracked it, and I don't need any tiny ingenues smothering him with their giant hooters," she said, and then she jabbed me hard in the left tit with her finger. "Ow!" I tried to subtlety rub the pain out of that spot. "What the hell are you talking about? I've not been smothering him..." "Someone saw you pressing yourself against him at the castle. Real big front hug." "Oh, that. That was a bad idea..." Very uncomfortable energy. "Damn right it was. Listen carefully. He's going to be mine and I'm not going to let you take him away." "Anna..." Kay Allen said. "No, Kay. It's not fair," Anna shot back. "What if she was stealing your boyfriend?" "I've been a girl for a little over a day," I said. "If everything you'd tried over the last few... what, months? Years? ... can be undone in a day with one hug, you should think about what the hell you've been doing because you're obviously not close -" My face shot sideways, my cheek ringing. The slap echoed in my ears. One of the twins was yelling at Anna. The other was quickly hunched over me. "Oh crap, Michelle, are you all right?" "No..." Fuck, that hurt! "You didn't need to do that!" the other twin was yelling at Anna. I looked up and could see she was holding Anna's slapping arm. "She's got to learn somehow!" Anna fumed. "You can't just... just swan in and pick up boys left and right!" "She's not been doing that!" "She's trying!" ... that was at least true. I'd had thoughts of trying on my mind all morning... and yeah, I'd consciously tried to put some moves on Tommy aside from the awkward hug. I had better not tell her that right now though. "All right," I said levelly. "So tell me. If you've been 'working' on Tommy for so long, how come you haven't caught him yet?" "I told you why earlier!" Anna growled back. "Because boys are useless at love! You have to lead them by the nose to get anywhere and they still don't get it..." I almost felt bad for her, but she HAD just slapped me. "That's not a boy thing, and it's really not a Tommy thing. He seems pretty love-aware to me. So let me tell you something. The whole time I've knew Tommy as a boy, he never mentioned you." I wiped my mouth with my wrist. There was actually a little bit of blood, I think I'd bit the side of my tongue. It gave me the drive to continue. "He's never shown any interest in you." I watched as her face fell. "And..." I paused. My gaydar might have not picked it up earlier, but I did have The Knowledge now. But I couldn't tell her. As far as I knew Tommy had never told anyone he was gay, and I couldn't be the one to out him. "... and... maybe instead of playing coy games about trying to reel him in, maybe you should actually just fucking ask him." That was going to hurt for her if he let her down. My cheek told me not to care. I mostly felt bad for Tommy, who was about to find out he was involved in this stupid drama. Anna glared. "All right, fine." She stomped off, the twins watching her go. "If you two are her friends you might want to be nearby when it happens," I said. "Are you sure you're okay?" one - I figured out it was Joan - asked. "I'll be okay. I was going to head back to the dorm anyway." Yoshiko and Alexis were hanging out in the dorm room when I entered - the former reading a book, the latter on her tablet. Sharon was on her top bunk, apparently fast asleep. It was Yoshiko who saw my cheek. "Michelle!" she yelled, jumping to her feet. On the bunk above her, Sharon screamed and spasmed awake at the noise, looking around anxiously. Alexis just glanced up at me. "Holy hell, that is red!" she said. "Who did this to you?" Yoshiko asked. I walked to my own bed and sat down on it. "Let's just say, don't ever talk to any boy Anna King likes." "Oh," Alexis said with a knowing grin. "I heard you were pressing the flesh to him..." "Alexis!" Yoshiko said, warning her... but she didn't seem very surprised at what Alexis had actually said. "That was an accident! A poor choice made because of old habits and..." I squinted at them. "How do you know about that?" I looked up at Sharon. "Did you tell everyone?" Sharon sat up, folded her arms, and looked offended. "If I share my research it will be in a proper academic journal, NOT as gossip." We stared at her for a moment. "It's just a rumour going around," Yoshiko said. "I don't think anyone knows who started it. We've not been spreading it of course..." "But there's probably not anyone left to spread it to anyway," Alexis said. I groaned. I hadn't thought what used to be a simple basic interaction would have become so fraught. But... he was a boy, and I was a girl... "Never mind that for now," Yoshiko said. "Let's get a look at that cheek." She squatted by my bed and I showed her it. "I think it's just red," she said. "It's not going to bruise. Still," she continued with a smile. "This is a good opportunity!" "For what?" I asked. Humming, Yoshiko moved over to my case and eventually pulled out the makeup kit. She smiled widely. "Lesson time!" "Oh..." For some reason, I didn't feel very enthusiastic about it. It must have shown on my face. "Not quite the reaction I was expecting..." Yoshiko said. "What's wrong? I thought you were really keen on looking prettier." She sat down on the bed next to me, and playfully narrowed her eyes. "You know - getting dangerously cute." "I don't know if being dangerous is working out for me." It had been intoxicating when Ruby said it this morning, but... "All it seems to be bringing me is unwanted attention." Yoshiko breathed out. "Well... I guess that's lesson number 3. You'll always get more unwanted attention than wanted. But you won't get any wanted if you can't stomach the unwanted." She sighed. "I know it sucks. It's going to be up to you where the line is each day." "I say balls out, every day, 100% attention," Alexis said without looking up from her tablet. "How's that working out for you?" Yoshiko asked sarcastically. "I have an amazing life." Alexis tapped at her tablet screen. We heard the front door of the dorm swing and slam, and several people hurry in. They must have gone into room 1, because we heard the door to that room slam. "Anna!" I heard one of the twins say. The door opened and closed. If we were quiet, I thought I could hear crying. "I, ah..." I said as quietly as I could. "I think I'll get out of here." It didn't seem like a good idea to be nearby. "I'll come with you," Yoshiko whispered. Alexis also nodded and joined us. We snuck out of the dorm, Sharon following behind us on an unassociated basis, and headed for dinner at the cafeteria early. There was a cheer from some of the boys as we entered the cafeteria. A few of them seemed to be slapping an embarrassed Tommy on the back. I tried to ignore them, though I appreciated that Alexis gave them the finger. I got roughly a handful of spaghetti and a single meatball from the counter. I really felt like I should be eating more, but I was starting to get a handle on what my stomach could manage. We grabbed a table where my back could be to the guys and got to work feeding ourselves. After a couple of minutes Ruby entered the cafeteria, looked around, spotted us, and hurried over to sit opposite me. "What did you do?" she hissed. "OK it's been a day and there could be a few things you're asking about," I whispered back. "Rumors are saying you sandwiched Tommy's face between your tits." My face went blank, screwed up, and then assumed a severely confused frown. "Who the fuck is saying that?" I didn't even sound angry. I was just dumbfounded. "Daniel. And... well, I've only heard it from Daniel actually." "Does anyone believe that creep?" "I don't know, you never can tell with some people. I don't. I think even some of the boys think the hug version sounds too good to be true. But they're going along with it because it's fun. But what did you actually do?" "I was a little too dangerous..." That didn't satisfy Ruby. She just nodded at me to continue. "OK look. I did hug him," I confessed as quietly as possible. "Not too hard! It's just, I forgot about the..." I made a cupping motion with my hand, "*ah-hems,* and kinda gave him a front hug. It was just a hug! The girls got a tiny bit squished. It was an accident..." Ruby sighed. "Right. So you got careless... so how do we fix this?" "Okay, look," Alexis said. "All we need to do is barter them down to something reasonable they want to hear. If we tell them you put your arm around him and someone made something up to make it sound more horny, they're probably going to believe that..." "How is that something they want to hear?" I asked. "It means you're still on the market." "Oh." And that became our official story. Of course the more salacious version didn't vanish, but nobody whose opinion mattered to me believed it, if anyone did. It was, I found to my displeasure, just some people's idea of fun to joke about the girl with the big boobs putting them to use. Of course I already knew that, I just hadn't thought it would apply to me before... Being dangerous was Dangerous. I had to be more careful. We ended up going to the game room after dinner. Hiding away would just make me look guilty, so I did my best to confront the rumours. It helped having Ruby and Alexis on either side of me for it., and Tommy picked up on our story pretty quickly too. Eventually everyone else got tired of talking about it and the room settled into a more normal night. Henry even came over and asked us if we had our four for the Smash tournament yet, but we had to tell him no. It was nearly an hour later when I turned around on the couch in the game room and saw Anna sit next to me. She looked rough, red and puffy. "Hey, Michelle," she croaked. "Anna," I said cautiously. She sniffed. "Can we talk?" Ruby, who had noticed this, got up and moved closer to us. "Uh, sure," I told Anna. "Let's go somewhere." We ended up going back to that girls' bathroom. Ruby followed us. Anna clearly knew she was there, but didn't complain. We checked the stalls for anyone who might overhear, but they were empty, so Anna turned to me. "Uh, I'm sorry about slapping you," she began. Ruby was hovering in the corner. I had a feeling she'd step in if she needed to, but she was leaving this to me. "Thanks," I said. "It's not all right. But I can get over it. At least my cheek doesn't hurt anymore." "I am sorry," she said. "I really shouldn't have done it. I was just so caught up in..." she seemed to shudder, "all those feelings. I think I still am. They've just stopped... driving me. Gone bad." "I ah..." I shifted uncomfortably. "I think I understand, but I don't think I get it yet. You know?" "I'm not sure whether to hope that you get the chance to, or that you never do." At the edge of my peripheral vision, I thought I saw Ruby roll her eyes at Anna's drama. "Did you..." Anna glanced at Ruby, leaned closer to me and lowered her voice. "Did you know he's gay?" "I only found out that morning," I whispered back. "It's definitely never been common knowledge around the boys. Don't tell anyone else. It's going to be hell for him in that dorm if he gets outed." Anna nodded grimly. "I kinda already blabbed to the twins, when they were consoling me. But I think they can keep a secret." "Make sure they do..." We stopped whispering to each other, and just stopped talking altogether for a moment. "So..." Anna said. "I'm, uh... not going to mope about this if I can help it." She seemed to be fighting the words out though. "I think I want to, you know, rebound as soon as possible. I can't keep thinking about Tommy, you know?" I looked at her. I genuinely had no advice. "I guess that could work?" was all I could manage. "So I was wondering," Anna said to the mirror. "Did any of the boys talk about me much?" I turned away and scratched the back of my head. "Oh, that's a difficult question..." "I guess it's a no?" Anna said, struggling not to look weak. "It depends. You... you need to understand how guys talk about girls. Because you were half right and half wrong earlier. They do understand love, and feel it, but... they don't really talk about LOVE." "They don't talk about girls at all?" Anna said, disbelievingly. "Oh they talk about girls. It's... look. I don't want to scare you, they're not going to do anything, but I could give you a list right now of every guy who I've heard say he'd fuck you. And it's not a short list, you are NOT undesired... look..." I fumbled for my words. That was probably not the right approach. "It's because they've gotta be 'manly,' and that can be kinda gross a lot of the time, and in fairness sometimes I used to do it too, buuut..." I shook my head. "But I've not heard them say they love you, or really fancy you. Some of them might but guys don't want to admit that, because liking a girl looks weak and they can't ever look weak. Gotta be 'maaaanly!'" I sarcastically stretched the word out. It sounded silly now. "One of them telling the rest of the dorm that he fancied you would just be putting a massive target on himself. They've all just got to posture that girls are lining up to love them and they're not desperately seeking it themselves." She was just staring at me. I looked away, and realized I needed to breathe in. "If it sounds stupid, that's because it is. Guys have an insane psychology. The more I describe it, the happier I am that I'm out of that crap. I don't know if I've ever had an honest conversation about who I really like." I breathed out. "Sorry. That was a really roundabout and TMI way of saying I don't know who likes you. Sorry." Anne was leaning her elbow on the countertop, looking at her red eyes in the mirror. "So, what you're saying is there's tonnes of guys who'd just want to fuck me but it's unclear how many would hold my hand. And I am somehow doomed to desire them anyway despite this. Great." She played with her fingers. "Michelle, I appreciate the frankness but I'm kinda wishing I hadn't asked." "Well, at least I can tell you they don't dislike you. But I think you might need to talk to a few of them to figure out who's worth it." I coughed. "I'm sure you already know who definitely isn't." "Oh, for SURE." "Well, start with not-them then." Things got quiet for a while. Then Anna turned to me. "I'm done talking about me. Who do YOU like then?" I baulked. "Anna?" "Well, you said you'd never had an honest conversation about it," she said, smiling evilly at me, "and I do owe you for slapping you. So I promise I'll never tell a soul if you want to unburden yourself." I cringed and looked sideways at her. Before I could say anything, she'd laughed sadly to herself and turned her head away. "Jesus Christ, that's a look that says a thousand words. You are so damn cute I'm mad. It almost doesn't matter who you like, the first guy you talk to is going to fall hard for you." "No, he's not!" I protested. "And there's no-one..." "You don't have an expression like that if there's nobody you like!" Anna replied. "So let's hear it! Admit it to yourself!" I wanted to bury myself, to fold myself up into the size of a postage stamp. This would be a wonderful time to find out that whatever turned me into a girl had also given me invisibility powers. But I didn't. I looked over to Ruby for help, but she just looked intensely interested. I had a feeling I wasn't going to get any help from there. "Well... so far, I think I liked Cliff the best..." Sure, he had stared, but... it had seemed like he was kinda into me beyond my boobs... "Cliff?" Anna's jaw dropped. "Aiming high huh?" "You were into him too?" Ruby asked, amused. I nodded. "Well, he's pretty good looking, and smart, and we're into a lot of the same things... he did kinda stare at my chest, but I don't know..." "You don't know what?" Anna asked. "I liked it when he said I was... cute?" I nervously squeaked. I had a feeling I wasn't going to forget the first time a boy did that. "It... made an impression." "Ah," Ruby said. "Like a newborn duckling, she's imprinted on the first thing she sees." "Don't put it like that!" I said, scowling, as Anna laughed. After that Anna wanted to return to the dorm and Ruby said she would walk her back. I figured I'd return to the game room for a bit, so I climbed the main staircase, turned right, and reached the door just in time to almost walk into Cliff. Once again my immediate thought was 'Tallllll.' "Woah!" I said. "Ah!" "Oh, sorry," I said. "I almost banged you," "No, it's me, I almost ploughed you over," he said. "My bad." I glanced into the room. It was still busy in there. "Going to bed early?" I asked. "No... just wanted some fresh air and quiet time. Being among too many people wears me down after a while." "Oh," I said. "I won't bother you then." "No, it's okay!" he said, very quickly. "If, uh... you want some fresh air too. You can come." I hesitated, then smiled. "Okay." We went out the front door, into the orange evening. The sun was setting over the hills in the distance, glowing over their crags and forests. We found a bench on the lawn to sit on and lounged about on the hard wood. Conversation was difficult and awkward though. He was still staring at my boobs. Eventually I just had to clear my throat. "Uh, Cliff? I don't mind being out here, but it's kinda hard to talk when you never look at my face." I saw his gaze travel up my neck and to my head, where I think it was met with a glare and a cocked eyebrow. Oh, uh, sorry..." he said. He awkwardly scratched his cheek. "I was... I was just looking at your t-shirt. You like My Hero?" "Yeah," I replied. "Do you like Todoroki half shirtless?" I asked, teasing him. "No! I mean, I like Todoroki. He's cool." "And hot," I said. "So, he's got something for everyone!" Cliff said. Denial aside, he did make the effort to look into my eyes after that, so I was willing to let it slide. "So, how's the whole girl thing going?" he asked. "It's all right," I said, kicking my feet as I looked up at the sunset. "I think I'm already getting used to it." "You look like you are." I gave him a mirthful side-eye. "What do you mean by that?" Cliff shrank back. "Well..." he reached up behind the back of his head to scratch it. "You just look... very feminine. The braid and bow and so on." I had a feeling 'so on' was a catch-all term for my boobs, butt and hips. "Honestly if I wasn't talking to you it'd be impossible to believe you were ever Michael." "I'm still Michael, in a way," I replied. I did still have all my favourite interests and my general opinions. "I don't feel like I've lost any part of myself that really mattered." "What about your dick?" he asked, and I punched him hard in the arm. "Not a great topic of conversation with a girl," I said. "But for your information, I think having one's fine for those who want it but it's way less important than I thought." "That's... a hell of a thought," Cliff replied. "I wouldn't want to lose mine..." "Then keep it if you like it," I said cheerfully. "As for me, trust me, I'm not feeling short-changed." We were both somewhat relieved when we turned the conversation around to this morning's castle visit. "So what did you have to do?" I asked. "The oubliette, the noble's fashions, and the drawbridge mechanism," Cliff said. "That's almost what we had," I replied. "Except instead of the drawbridge we had to look at some frescoes." "Right." He drummed his fingers for a moment. "Hey, do you want to get the extra credit?" There was an extra credit assignment. Since no groups were asked to investigate all the topics, if we wanted we could ask people from other groups to explain one of the topics we missed, and if we wrote about it well both of us would get a bump in marks. But that sounded like a waste of time. "Extra credit on a history essay?" I asked. "Normally I don't bother. It doesn't count for anything." "Well, yeah," Cliff admitted. "But, I was thinking, we could maybe work on it together... somewhere quiet maybe?" I looked at him, my eyes suddenly widening. Judging by how his expression changed that was very Dangerous. "Uh... maybe," I replied. "Maybe." "Maybe yes?" he asked. "Yes maybe yes..." I babbled. "Or just yes?" "... that's a yes?" he asked, confused. "Yes." I gulped, but nodded vigorously. "Just yes." "Cool," Cliff said, a huge smile on his face. I loved the look of it. We sat and chatted for a little longer. Then, just as the sunset was almost over and we were standing up to go back inside, I spotted something out of the corner or my eye. "Quick!" I hissed at Cliff. "Hide!" And I quickly laid down on the bench so that the back of it would hide me. "What?" Cliff asked. "Hide!" I hissed at him. He looked around for a moment and hid behind a nearby tree, and looked back at me. "What are we hiding from?" "Look!" I hissed. I dared to peek over the top of the bench. Yoshiko was walking near the hostel. Louis was also walking near the hostel. They were holding hands. "Oh," Cliff said. "Sssh!" As we watched they stopped, turned to face each other, both hands clasped, and... ... ... Just seemed to talk to each other for a freaking eternity. "Oh, come on..." I groaned. It wasn't just that the tension was eating me alive. We now couldn't get back inside without walking past them, so we were going to have to wait until they were done before we could return. "You know," Cliff joked. "I couldn't see the old Michael being so invested in this." "Why do people keep saying that?" I asked. "Of course I would have cared." I would have wanted to murder Louis if he dared kiss Yoshiko. That was a form of caring. "I just have a better idea of what's important now." Then... "Oh!" I tried not to gasp too loud. They were kissing! Take that, Sharon! I can too be Jane Austin! They were still kissing... This was... a lengthy kiss. I glanced at Cliff, who had awkwardly stopped spying on the two of them, and back at Yoshiko and Louis. How long was this kiss? Was this expected? Would I have to kiss this long? I tried not to glance at Cliff. When I looked back, they'd broken apart. They stood there for a moment longer, and then walked up to and through the front door, still holding hands. "Ohhh," I said. "So they're going to let this be public." "Are they done yet?" Cliff asked. "You can come out." By the time I got back to the dorm both rooms were abuzz, room 2 more than room 1. I tried to sound surprised that Yoshiko (who was practically glowing) and Louis had hooked up. The rest of the night passed in a flood of gossip and interrogations. Eventually I changed into my sleepwear, we took turns brushing our teeth, and I returned first to the room. Except I only thought I was first. Yoshiko was already there. She raised a finger to her mouth and shushed me. "I left something in your sleeping bag," she said with a radiant smile. "I just have a feeling I owe it to you to let you borrow it." She shushed me again before I could ask more, and left. Curious, I dug into the sleeping bag and uncovered a well-worn copy of a manga which - I had to assume because it was untranslated Japanese - must have been 'Boys Spirit, Catch!' But there was no time to investigate it now. Everyone was wanting to get to sleep. The bank robber waved a gun in the teller's face. "Listen, I want cash, I want no cops, and I want no casualties. And I don't react well when I don't get my way. You understand? You got ten straight guys and two lesbians here with guns. You want a bloodbath, or do you want to give us everything in the safe?" There was no choice. The terrified bank staff started loading every ounce of gold and green into the robbers' big bags with dollar signs on them, while the innocent civilians cowered. It was going to be a very bad day for the Second Municipal Bank's shareholders. But when all hope seemed lost! CRASH! The doors swung open! And in walked a diminutive young woman in a pink and purple skin-tight bodysuit, her braided red hair wafting in the air- conditioning breeze. "Put down the guns! Or I'll have to use my own heavy artillery!" Suddenly, the voice of an extremely excitable radio DJ cut in, as the scene froze! "THE RANK 19 PRO-HERO, DANGEROUS GIRL! HER QUIRK: BUXOM! SHE CAN DISTRACT, STUN OR CONFUSE ENEMIES WIH HER BREASTS TO GET AN ADVANTAGE! BUT IT WORKS BETTER AGAINST SOME PEOPLE THAN OTHERS!" Then the action cut in again. The ensuing firefight was terribly one sided, their ten straight men and two lesbians stood no chance against the sheer audacious power of Dangerous Girl's boobs! If only they had brought one androsexual person it would be over, but when you fail to plan you plan to fail. When it was over, all there was left for the police to do was mop up. Detective Cliff Carrow inspected the bullet holes as his partner, Detective Michelle Adams, tried to hide her superhero mask in her pocket. "Dangerous Girl. We just missed each other again. But someday, someday, I will catch you, and then..." But before he could finish his lewd thought, he saw Detective Adams collapsing to the ground in pain! For an evil villain had figured out her secret identity and was, even now, conducting a psychic attack against what was both the source of her strength and her most deadly weakness! And as Detective Adams writhed in pain on the floor, clutching her chest... My eyes opened blearily. Something hurrrrt. God damn it, I was sleeping on the other tit now. I rolled back over and tried to go back to sleep.