Chapter #5during school by: Clagger   You found yourself absolutely stone bored. It was just a few minutes before lunch, always the worst part of the day. You were hungry, and had no desire what so ever to pay attention to the lesson. You weren't even sure what class you were in anymore. Just a few days before, you had gone crazy celebrating your birthday. Turning 15 was a huge deal, You had crossed halfway through your teenage years (or almost since being a teenager starts at 13, but going by 5's is easier) and set right on course for glorious manhood. You could almost feel the wild beard and bulging muscle hiding somewhere within you (although they both hidden a little too well, there was nothing to see). Despite all the enthusiasm and pride you had gained, sitting in the class room as you were - half conscious of the random tapping of chalk against slate and ready to fall asleep - made you feel more like you had actually turned 150. With one last spurt of energy, you throw your eyes on the clock once more. Two minutes, and the hands were only sweeping one second at a time. Your head goes down, your eyes close. There's no fighting it, you'll just have to hope that the teacher doesn't notice.
A sudden scream snaps you to attention, you look around trying to see who it is. The rest of the class is merely getting up slowly. It was actually the bell. You're free to go to lunch. After unwinding with a stretch, you push yourself from your small wooden desk and stand. Merging into the crowd of students, you head for the door and then proceed to fight against the current of bodies out in the hall. It's always the last challenge before lunch, since half of the school goes down to the cafeteria at the same time. People go about in all direction, tumbling into the turbulent river of the hall from numerous doors, and it tends to create chaos. There is a way around it however. Some time ago, you learned of an old stairway down at one corner of the school that no one seems to ever take. You would also use it when you didn't want to deal with the usual lunch time crowd, and after pushing your way through the main hall, you come to one of the school's quieter wings and head straight for the stairwell.
The door needs a good push, it's heavy and the hinges don't seem to be well kept. Today is worse than usual though, you end up bouncing off the door when you try to lean on it as usual. Oh well, you give a quick sigh and take your hands from your pockets and push. At first it still won't budge, but you eventually convince it to move.
"Stupid door."
However, when you manage to open it all the way, you here a click, as if something has come loose. After walking in, you turn around and look at the air piston on top of the door concerned that it might have broke. Luckily it seems intact, but then you notice a small wire with a silver ring on the end hanging from the piston. You've never noticed it before, and it doesn't even look like it's part of the door, but you'd rather not get in trouble for causing any damage.
"Well, no one saw me right?"
You look around talking to yourself, the coast is clear and you decided to just play dumb and head down to the cafeteria. Under gas starts shooting up from the ground. The air suddenly feels thicker and you begin cough and stumble back.
"What is this?"
All at once, you feel very tired, even more tired than you were in the class room. Your vision fades, and finally everything goes blank.
This time, it's not a sound that wakes you, but a flickering light. You pull a hand over your face to cover your eyes which are not yet adjusted. When you're able to see again, you notice that your surroundings have changed to a great degree. Instead of the bright, large halls of the school, you see only dull metal walls and a gray floor. You put your hand on top of your head, trying to rub away the dizziness. You can't really remember how you get here, and began reliving the day through your memories. At the same time, you tour the room with your sight while still laying on the bed, or whatever it was that you were laying on. That's when you get your first real shock.
The wall on your side is actually a mirror. You look into it and see yourself resting on some kind of long pedestal. You look just like you feel, but when you look below your face, you put on an even worse look. In the mirror, you see that you are wearing a girl's uniform - a blouse, skirt, stockings, and slip on shoes. At this sight, you instantly jump up from the bed. The mirror still mimics you, and you see a 15 year old boy staring back in what is certainly a girl's uniform. You want to look down and see for yourself if this is some kind of trick or not, but your actually scared to find that it's actually real. Instead, you step down from your seat and make your way over to the mirror. Just about a foot from it, reach towards the reflective surface with your hand, but your suddenly stopped by a strange feeling.
You drag your arms back to you body and wrap them around your stomach. Something is happening inside you, every part of your body is sending you the weirdest signals. You can't even comprehend the feeling, the only way to describe it is, not right. Standing becomes difficult, as your legs feel weak and shaky. You bring yourself down to the floor, but your body finds no comfort. Then, everything concentrates itself in your arms. They twitch out of your control in front of you. With great fear, you only look on as they actually begin to change shape. At first, they seem to be withering, they get thinner and a little shorter. Your hands and fingers look much smaller especially. But then, your arms take on a nice shape, your skin begins to look extremely smooth, and your hands look healthier, as if they have never been used. The feeling quickly shifts to your legs, and they begin a very similar transformation. This time, you watch through the mirror your legs become smaller and more delicate just like your arms, your body looks much more natural in the skirt and blouse than it did a few moments ago, and seems to desire continued adaptation. The feeling races to your head, and you become immensely dizzy. You fall over, and are unable to view what happens to you until it is complete. As the feeling once again shifts, you slowly get up. The face in the mirror is foreign, a strange girl with long, flowing, shining hair is staring with her mouth hanging open in shock, it is you. The final changes begin, you torso rearranges and takes on a feminine shape, and finally your chest heaves as two breasts push their way up under your shirt.
In the mirror across form you, there is no trace of your body. There is only a girl, the same age as you, sitting on the floor in a state of grave confusion.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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