Reorientation 2

by Jennifer White

 

David Garret was so excited. He was going to start college in the fall, and here he was at orientation! He was going to stay in the dorm for a few days, get to learn his way around campus, and prepare for the start of classes. He unpacked his things, and stretched out on the bed.

Yes, school was going to be fun. Especially this one, Central State University. He knew it had a reputation for being a 'party school', and everyone said that all the girls here were easy. He was going to score for sure. All the time. He could hardly wait.

 

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David and ten other guys were all drooling when they saw their "orientation counselor", Brandi. She was hot. She had long, straight blonde hair, and she was well built. Very well built. David stared at the mounds bulging out on her chest, under the tight burgundy Central State T-shirt she wore. Her jeans fitted her like they were painted onto her curvy body. What a babe. And he knew that he was going to score with her.

Brandi led the boys around campus, pointing out the names of various buildings, and their functions.

"And that is Parkhurst Hall, the oldest building on campus. They teach classes there, but you might want to avoid it, since it isn't air conditioned and it gets pretty hot in the summer."

"Hot is right" whispered David into his buddy Arnie's ear, as he kept looking at Brandi more than the buildings she was trying to teach them about.

"And this is the Thompson Sports Center. As a student you can work out here, attend aerobics classes, or go to pilates, like I do."

"Sign me up for that one" whispered Arnie.

"Me too dude" snickered David.

He followed her down to the quad, while staring at her sweet butt as it swayed back and forth. Yes, this was a great place to have enrolled. He couldn't wait until he had some time alone with Brandi, so he could score with her. She wanted him. He could tell.

 

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After dinner was done, each of the incoming freshmen were supposed to have a group activity. They were supposed to have brought their senior yearbooks with them, so they could compare notes, and see how alike they all were, although they came from across the whole state (and the whole country in fact).

David skipped out early from the activity. Why waste time getting to know these guys, when Brandi was just down the hall in her room? He got up and walked away, as if he was going to get a drink of water or something. Then he doubled back, and headed towards the hall where Brandi's room was.

He looked up and down the hall to make sure the coast was clear. Good. Nobody to interrupt them. He knocked on the door, which was slightly ajar. Brandi had told them all to come by if they had any questions.

"Come on in David" she said, smiling. She had been emailing her friends from her laptop computer, using the free high speed internet connection the school had wired up to every room.

"Hi Brandi" said David, closing the door behind him. He casually locked it as he closed it, so that she wouldn't see that he was doing it.

"What can I do for you?" she said.

"I was thinking more along the lines of doing something to me" he said.

"Excuse me?" said Brandi, taken aback that a little twerp like David would barge into her room and say something like that.

"You know" he said, smiling. "Show me some more of the loveliest features on campus. Then I'll show you my best feature."

"Listen" said Brandi. "I don't know what you think is going on here, but I've had enough of you. Your snide comments all day long, your sexist attitude...I want you to get out of my room, and stay away from me."

"Oh come on" said David. "Everyone knows that all the chicks here are easy and slutty. Now get over here, and show me how you college girls do it."

He reached for the zipper on his pants. Brandi was outraged beyond belief. She lost control for a moment, and did something she had promised herself that she wasn't going to do while at college; she used her magic. Although Brandi was a very powerful sorceress, she was determined that her success in life had to come from her hard work, not from the fact that she could do virtually anything she wanted through magic.

She only used her magic for emergencies, to help others in need, or on the rare occasion (such as now), when her emotions overwhelmed her and she couldn't hold back her urge for justice. It was bad enough that this little jerk was all but demanding that she perform a sex act on him, and calling her a slut, just because she went to Central State! But she was also starting her period, and her emotions tended to take more wild swings when she was starting. She had enough, and he wouldn't stop. Well, now she would fix it so that this guy never was rude to a woman again.

Brandi smiled. The spell was cast, and he didn't even realize it. Because she changed something way back in time, it would take a little while to catch up with the present. So she could now prepare him for what he was about to go through in life.

 

"I see you've got your yearbook" said Brandi in a friendly voice. "Tell me, do you have any other pictures of yourself, when you were a child?"

"Actually, I do, here on my laptop" replied David.

"Can you show me, please?" she said, suddenly sounding very interested.

David put his computer on her desk, next to hers. She stood up so he could use the seat. She put her hands on his shoulders, which made him feel a shiver up and down his spine. She was touching him. She wanted him. All he had to do was to play along with her stupid girl game of questions about his past. He navigated through his files to where his photo album of digital pictures was stored.

"Here's one of me in little league" he said, clicking on one of the pictures and pulling it up.

David looked at the picture and squinted.

"Who fooled with my pictures?" he said.

Instead of showing him, it was a picture of a cute little girl with long hair holding a bat, wearing a helmet and smiling.

"I'm sorry, someone was goofing around here. Let me get the one of me in boy scouts."

He double clicked on the next picture, which came up. It showed the same cute little girl, wearing her girl scout uniform, holding up boxes of cookies to sell. Her bare legs were visible, as was her skirt.

"Cute" said Brandi.

"I...I don't know what's going on here. Why did someone put a picture of a little girl on my machine where my pictures are supposed to be?"

"What else do you have?" asked Brandi.

"Well, here's one of me shaving for the first time. My dad thought it was really funny, and snuck into the bathroom to take a picture."

He clicked, and pulled up the digital photo. It showed the long haired leggy blond in a tub full of bubble bath, using a pink shaver on her leg. She was smiling and laughing.

"What the..." said David. "Now this is just sick."

"She looks really pretty in that shot" said Brandi.

"Let me see something" said David. He checked the file status. They were all still showing as 'read only', and their dates were not changed.

"I have a photo CD here in my bag. Let me pull that out. Someone screwed around with my files."

"Sure thing" said Brandi, still smiling and gently rubbing his shoulders. David opened the drawer for the CD-ROM on his computer, inserted the photo CD, and closed the drawer. The system recognized it as a photo CD, and opened up the album viewer.

"Now we'll see something. I played tennis in highschool. As a freshman, we went to a tournament in California. Here's me at 3rd doubles."

He brought up the picture, and gaped at it opened mouthed. There on the screen was an image of the young girl, now more mature looking. She was holding a tennis racquet, and dressed in the cutest little white outfit, with a tank top and white skirt. Her hair was still long and straight, wearing a visor. Now her breasts were starting to fill in, and she was starting to develop curves. She was very leggy and thin. A very pretty girl.

"What's going on here!" said David, very upset and frustrated. He was supposed to be showing off pictures of himself to Brandi, but everything he had was pictures of some girl! He paged ahead in the photo album and brought up another picture.

"As a junior in highschool, I took second place in the talent competition, playing piano and singing" he said.

The picture came up to show the girl again. Now a junior, she had filled out quite a bit. Now she was busty, but still tall and thin. She was wearing a formal gown, sitting at the piano, playing and singing. Her beauty was remarkable. You could tell just from the photo that this was a girl with grace and poise. And a wonder bustline that was revealed by the deep V of the top of her gown. You could tell that she was wearing heels.

"She's very pretty" said Brandi. "Impressive."

"Something's wrong" said David, who was completely distraught now. He turned off his computer, put it into his bag, and took out his highschool yearbook. He was all flustered, and had a hard time locating the page in the back with the sports teams. He looked at the tennis team, which he was the captain of. But his picture wasn't there with the other guys!

"I don't get it!" he said. "Where's my picture! I was on the tennis team!"

"Oh, look at the women's team" said Brandi.

There, in the middle was the girl from all of David's other photos. The caption at the bottom said "Team Captain Cara Garret led the Lady Wildcats to a first place finish".

"You took first place. Impressive!" said Brandi.

"No I didn't. That was the girl's team. We finished in 3rd."

"I think you look very pretty in the picture" said Brandi, which really confused David.

"That's some girl Cara, not me!"

He had never met Cara. How did he not notice her at school for four years? He should have met her if she even had the same last name as he did! He went to the senior section of the yearbook, to see her color picture next to his. He turned to the proper page, and looked. Where was his picture? Where was it? There was no David Garret in the book! But there, smiling her prettiest smile, was Cara Garret. Cara was there, but not him? What was going on.

"Let me see the signatures you got" said Brandi, turning to the very front page, while David sat there passive and stunned. The inside page was covered with signatures and little messages.

"Good luck at college Cara, I know you'll do well. Nichole" said one.

"Cara, you're a great friend, and I love you babe. Wendy" said another.

"Hey girlfriend, we did it! Congrats! See you around. Tammy" read a third.

David was totally exasperated now. All of his things had been changed. Someone took the time to make up this Cara Garret, and replaced all his stuff with her stuff.

"You had a lot of friends" said Brandi. "You must have been a very popular girl."

"I'm not a girl! That's Cara, whoever she is."

"She is you" said Brandi, looking David right in the eye.

"No she's not!" he said. Brandi was clearly insane. He needed to get away from her. Something was very wrong. A sense of fear and dread spread over him. He had to run. He had to flee. A total panic set in, paralyzing him.

"Yes, *you* are Cara. You realize what's happening now" said Brandi. "An event back in time was changed, and you were born *female*. You grew up as a girl. Cara. You've seen the evidence. There was no David back then, only Cara. You are her. You grew up as a girl."

"No!" said David, almost unable to breathe.

"Everyone you have ever known thinks of you as a girl now. They have never met 'David'. They only know Cara. You can call your mother, and all she would know was the girl named Cara, her daughter."

"It can't be" said David.

"It is true, *Cara*. You are a girl, and you have always been a girl."

"But look at me!" said David. "I'm not a girl!"

"Soon you will be. Time has almost caught up with you. I estimate that time has been rewritten up until yesterday. Soon, it will catch up with us, and you will become the girl you've been seeing in all the pictures. You will be Cara, and David will never have existed."

"No! Please stop it! I don't want to be a girl!"

"You should have thought about that before you acted as you did. You have no respect for women. Now you will. You are about to become one of us. Look at how pretty you are in your photos Cara. You will be one of the most desirable coeds on campus."

"Please!" he said again, tears forming in his eyes. Nothing could possibly be worse for a horny guy than to think of himself becoming a *girl*. And it was about to happen to him. He had to stop it.

"I'll do anything!" he cried. "I'll be your slave. I'll give you money. I'll do anything! Just stop it!"

"But Cara, it's too late for that. Look. Your boobs are already forming. And look at your hair. It's getting longer as we speak."

It was true. David felt his chest, and felt the gentle swelling that was going on there. His boobs were forming. He was becoming Cara. His hips were getting wider, his tummy smaller and tighter. He was getting thinner all over, his shoulders less broad, his cheekbones higher.

All the while, his hair got longer and longer, turning blonde. And his breasts continued to expand, as he held *them*, as if trying to stop them from filling out, but it was no use. And worst of all, there was the change between his legs. David was too fearful to reach down there and feel what was going on. But he already sensed the *lack* of anything dangling down there in his underpants anymore.

Underpants? No, they were panties now. His very clothes were changing too. His casual khaki shorts were no more. Now they were a cute skirt with a blue and pink pattern. And his casual golf shirt he wore had changed too. Now it had become a cami top, cut to show off his impressive cleavage, which was supported by the bra which had formed to support his boobs.

He was a girl now physically. He looked in the mirror and gasped. He saw an image of the girl from the pictures, instead of his former self. He was a girl now. Cara. He was Cara, and he was pretty. He was graceful and elegant. He was very feminine, soft and curvy. He was a hot babe. He had boobs. He had a pussy. He had long shaved legs. There was pink polish on his long fingernails. And makeup on his pretty face.

He recoiled, wanted to get out of his skin, but that was impossible. He was Cara now, and could not do anything about it. He was on the verge of tears, feeling so powerless. But then something even worse started to happen to him. His mind.

David started to notice things like his purse, which had appeared over his shoulder. It made him think of when he had gone out shopping for it with his mother when they were in New York. He had never gone purse shopping! How could he remember that? What had he really done in New York? Hadn't he gone with his dad to the ball game? He couldn't remember now. All he was sure of was that he had gone shopping for dresses and purses with his mom, then they went to see a Broadway show.

No! He hated musicals! He never went to one! But the memory was so vivid. And he could not remember doing anything else. He tried to think of something else: tennis. He remembered playing his senior year. He remembered...wearing the cute little white skirt that made his legs look so pretty. How he loved the cute outfits you get to wear in tennis, and how they make you feel so pretty. And it was fun hanging out with all the other girls. They would get together sometimes just to talk and gossip about the boys they thought were cute.

No! He didn't think boys were cute! How could he remember that?

"Think of girlfriends I dated!" he thought to himself.

Lets see. There was Jimmy, who took him to the dance. No! He never dated a boy! What about Susan? Oh yeah, she set him up with Tom, who was really cute but dumb. He hated dating dumb guys. No! Stop it! How could he remember dating guys? That was impossible! No! He had dated girls. Or had she. No, he! He was a he! How could he think of himself as 'she'? That was wrong! It was impossible. She wasn't a girl! No! She had done it again! She!

Cara wondered why she felt so panicked. A sense of calm came over her as she collected herself. For some reason, she had been overcome with a strange panic. She stood up, pulled on her skirt to straighten it up, and looked at Brandi.

"Thank you for the orientation tour today. It was very informative" she said.

"No problem. That's what I'm here for."

"Tell me" said Cara. "Where do the cute guys on campus hang out?"

"Well, come with me tomorrow, and I'll show you. You'll fit right in with the girls I hang out with. We all play tennis for the intramural team, and I'm sure you'd be a perfect fit."

"Oh thank you" said Cara, giving Brandi a hug. "I just love hanging out with the girls. I'm sure your friends are really cool too."

"You're welcome" said Brandi, smiling.

"Now tell me one more thing. Where did you get those shoes? They're so cute! I've been looking for a pair like that, but I can never find them except online. And I would hate to buy shoes online. You know how some brands run narrow or small, and if you've never tried them on in person..."

"...they may not fit!" said Brandi, finishing the sentence for Cara.

"Wow, we're so in sync" said Cara. "I'm sure we'll be really good friends."

"I'm sure we will. I'm glad to have you as a girlfriend" said Brandi.

Cara said good night, and went back to her room in the women's dorm. She couldn't wait until classes started in the fall. College was going to be a lot of fun for a smart, pretty, popular girl like her.

  

  

  

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