Friday I’m able to go to school and have all of me present and accounted for. I’m a little on edge now and seriously considering taking the suit off. I was hasty in putting it on, not knowing how it might behave. I see now I should have gone over it more with my uncle and gotten a few more hints, but I trusted him. I thought he would warn me of the pitfalls.
I was slated to leave for this new school only 2 days after my appointment with the doctor. Needless to say, it was emotional. It being a boarding school, I had to say goodbyes to all my friends and family with incredibly short notice. Worse yet, our term lasted into early august. I might be back for a week before everybody left for college. My band was bummed, but tried to make light of it. “Damn, we just lost our main attraction. We might need to hold auditions for a chick just to get somebody who can hit your notes, haha.” I winced. If I hadn’t caught this sooner, they wouldn’t have needed to bother.
Watching your parents get divorced is tough. Mine split while I was 13, and I hated it. But after a while, you stop wanting them to get back together, and just want them to be happy with somebody. My mom didn’t take long to do just that, but my dad was really beat up over the whole thing. It wasn’t until my junior year of high school that he finally met Courtney, who would eventually become my step-mom.
“Niels, mein Gott. Was machst du da?” rief die Mutter von Niels (16).
Auch er war in der Schule, als das Licht das Gebäude traf. Er verwandelte sich in Sina, ein 16 jähriges Mädchen aus einer Parallelklasse, welches er schon immer ganz süß fand. In einer Glascheibe konnte er beobachten wie aus ihm ein blondes Teeniemädchen wurde. Dabei stockte ihm schon der Atem. Doch was dann passierte, war noch schlimmer. Sina`s Spiegelbild begann zu altern. Aber nicht wie bei vielen seiner Mitschüler und 10 bis 20 Jahre. Nein, beim ihm waren es etwa 25 bis 30. So wurde aus dem süßen blonden Teenie Mädchen eine reife Frau etwa Mitte 50. Niels wusste nicht wie ihm geschah. Eine Frau zu sein war schon schwer genug. Doch dann auch noch 25 Jahre seines Lebens zu verlieren?
Es war ein ganz normaler Tag an einer Realschule in Deutschland, bis ein seltsames Licht das Gebäude traf. Keiner wusste woher es kam oder wodurch was es ausgelöst wurde. Doch es hatte Folgen für alle. Es tauschte nämlich zum Einen des Geschlecht aller Schülerinnen und Schüler. Die Jungs wurden zu ihren Mitschülerinnen. Allerdings alterten sie um etwa 15 bis 25 Jahre und wurden so zu älteren und erwachsenen Versionen ihrer Mitschülerinnen. Und bei den Mädchen war es genau anders herum. Sie wurden zu älteren und erwachsenen Abbildern der Jungs.
Hier sehen wir eins der ersten Opfer. Dominik (15) war gerade auf der Toilette als das Licht ihn traf. Zuerst verwandelte er sich langsam in Melanie (15), ein Mauerblümchen aus seiner Klasse. Doch dann wurde sein Körper immer reifer. Seine Brüste und sein Arsch wuchsen und sein Körper wurde der einer Milf.
Zuerst war Dominik geschockt, doch dann musste er sofort einen Blick auf seine neuen Brüste werfen. Wer hatte gedacht, dass sich die kleine Melanie so entwickeln würde…….
Auch Dennis und Sascha (beide 15) wurden von dem Licht getroffen. Beide waren die schlimmsten Jungs der Schule und waren bekannt dafür, andere zu mobben und zu verprügeln.
Und ihre Mitschülerinnen bezeichneten sie oft als Bitches oder Huren.
Das Schicksal wollte, das aus ihnen die Beiden schlimmsten Mädchen der Schule wurden, Chantale und Kelly. Dennis wurde zu Chantale und alterte bis etwa 30 Jahre. Er hatte jetzt den Körper einer Nutte, mit Silikontitten, Botoxlippen und viel Make Up. Sascha, der ein Fan von Black Music war, wurde zur etwa 26 Jahre alten Kelly. Er musste jetzt nicht nur mit seinem neuen Geschlecht, sondern auch mit einer neuen Hautfarbe klarkommen. Kelly war nämlich schwarz.
When Jason and his class went on a school excursion to the fields of femininity they were unsure of how it would go. However, once they got there they loved it.
The fields of femininity require everyone to be female in that area. So for Jason and his mates as they entered they became female. Jason was pleased with his new body as was everyone else and their new bodies. He loved the feeling of the space between his legs that resulted in being more comfortable and he and all the others agreed that having boobs is sensational. They were all a little sad to leave the fields of femininity. They were worried that they may never see this beautiful bodies again. However little did they know that if on exit from fields of femininity if they are satisfied with being a girl they shall remain a girl.
Jason was over the moon when he was confirmed as a she. Once they passed the gate Jason who now likes to be called Jessica, proceeded to show everyone her vagina.
She shouted, “look at me I still have a pussy, I am a girl forever!” Jessica had never been this happy as Jason.
“Honey what’s wrong?” my wife asked.
“Nothing, I uh… I just need some water.” I said, heading to the bathroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror. “Get ahold of yourself, Kyle,” I said. I’ve been investigating this school for a week now and I’ve gotten so caught up. All of my grades are so low and it makes me feel so dumb. I sat down on the toilet and started masturbating, like I have been for almost a week, to the thought of getting an A. It’s become a complete obsession. I’m trying to stay focused on my mission but I can’t if I don’t start getting good grades. It’s time I talk to my director.
— The Next Day —
“Sir, I need to change my disguise,” I said.
“In what way, Kyle?” he asked, confused by my request.
“I’m not very—ehem, sorry, Kylie, she’s not very pretty. I don’t think she’s fitting in at school. The identity needs to dye her hair blonde and perhaps start dressing sluttier,” I said, completely serious.
“Are you sure, Kyle? We wouldn’t want to push you past your comfort zone.”
“No I’m sure, sir, this is important for the mission.”
“Okay, I’ll tell the team.”
When the makeup and latex teams prepared me today they made sure to do a lot better. My hair was a beautiful blonde and my skirt hanged right above my ass, revealing a thong so tight that it disappeared between my crack. I cooed in the mirror as I puffed my hair.
At school the teachers noticed instantly. My grade went up to a C across the board and it made me feel so good! Every time an instructor complimented me I could almost feel the breast forms tingle, and I could imagine juice running down my leg. It all just felt so real. I had to do better. I went to the library and started studying for hours after school everyday. I filled notebooks with techniques on how to give the perfect blowjob and how to walk, talk, and act sexy. However, my grades just wouldn’t go up! I knew I had to speak to my advisor.
“Mrs. Shaw, you look like you’re really starting to fit in,” she said.
“Not really! No matter how hard I try I just can’t get my grades up!” I pouted.
“Maybe that’s because you could never be a real slut if you don’t have a pussy.”
“What? How do you know…?”
“Relax, Kylie! We can fix that for you. All you have to do is call your buddies at the CIA and tell them to give up the investigation, and we can make you into a straight A student in no time.”
I eagerly grabbed the phone without a second thought and sent the message to my director.
Almost twenty girls have gone missing after enrolling into a new two-year private college in town. The CIA wanted to enroll a girl to investigate but it seemed far too risky, so they sent me instead. My name is Kyle, a 26 year old guy, and I’m going undercover as Kylie, a 19 year old girl. After extensive makeup and latex work the team was able to create a totally indistinguishable college girl. I’m supposed to stay low, wear dark clothes, and not really stand out. They’ve sent me in as a sophomore so I’ll already be a year into the program.
The admissions office was beautiful, with lovely ornate furniture and tapestries. I sat in a chair across from the desk of my advisor, making sure to cross my legs so that I would look feminine. I took many classes at the CIA on feminine behavior to make sure I didn’t blow my cover.
“Kylie Shaw,” the advisor said, looking at some papers, “Unfortunately some of these credits you have listed here will not transfer without taking a placement exam.” She peered over the papers at me through her glasses, “Is that acceptable?”
“Of course,” I squeaked.
“Very well, Mrs. Shaw. If you will follow me to the testing room I can get you started right away.”
The tests were ridiculously easy. The math problems were very basic and the english test read at what seemed like a fifth grade level. The final exam, a personality test, was by far the weirdest. The questions asked where a woman’s place was in society, with answers like “Beneath men, equal to men, or above men.” I tried to stick to answers that showed equality. I exited the room, as instructed, and waited in the hallway for my advisor.
“Mrs. Shaw!” she called, “Your scores are ready.”
I entered her room and took a seat.
“Unfortunately you scored too poorly on your placement exams to allow us to transfer any credits.”
“What? That must be a mistake,” I said. How could that be? The tests were so easy!
“Don’t worry, many girls struggle on our tests when they first arrive. We will be enrolling you in some faster-paced ‘core classes’ that will help boost your scores so you can get right back on track next semester.”
— Next Week —
I filed into my first remedial class, forcing myself towards the back of the room. I felt ridiculous, how could I score so lowly? The teacher turned off the lights, put on a video, then quietly exited the room. The video was colorful and vibrant, narrated by an extremely upbeat young woman. She talked a lot about math but I couldn’t focus. The class felt so beneath me. Before I knew it the bell had rang and the class was over. Three hours, gone, and I didn’t even realize it. The teacher gave us homework to take home and I made sure I took a look at it before my next class.
“What is two plus two?” the first question said.
“What an easy one!” I thought, tracing the problem with my pencil. A minute passed however, and I still couldn’t come up with an answer. I continued to trace the problem with my pencil, searching my mind for an answer before I heard the bell ring for my next class. Looks like I might need to pay more attention in that math class.
The next class was very similar to the last. The teacher put on a colorful video and left the room. I tried to watch this video instead of dozing off like the last one. The narrator talked a lot about toys, which sounded like a lot of fun. Everything the narrator said was true and made a lot of sense, I found myself really trusting her. She told the class that girls are toys, and that, sense we’re girls, we must be toys. It kinda sounded wrong but I wasn’t about to argue. Before long the teacher gave us homework and sent us home. Maybe I’d do better on this class’s assignment.