Rewritten

by

Julie O

Chapter One

  

When you confronted me the other day, I was totally taken aback. I apologize for my initial reaction, but you must admit that my story could be considered total BS. I mean, I barely believe that it happened myself. Let me thank you in advance for reading this. I've waited so long to tell my story to someone, ANYONE, that I really want to thank you!

It all started three years ago, when I was a junior in high school. I attended a high school just a few miles away from this campus. My name back then was Christopher Thomas Schmidt. I was sixteen, going on thirty. I was so concerned with my future and getting into the right college that I'm surprised that I didn't get an ulcer.

I had a pretty normal family. I grew up in a suburban neighborhood. Both my parents worked, but they tried to spend as much time with my sister, Kim, and I as possible. Kim is a year older and for the most part we got along pretty well.

My academic schedule was packed with college prep classes and I was involved in several extracurricular activities. I wanted my college applications to be so impressive. I had my eye on several scholarships and if I got them college would be paid for.

Now I wasn't a recluse or anything like that. I had friends, and I allowed myself free time from studies to have fun. My best buddy was Nick Evans. Nick was on the football team and was one of the most popular kids at school. We had been friends since kindergarten. Nick was, and still is my best friend, although we have a slightly different relationship today. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself.

My life changed when I received my second semester schedule. I had the bad luck to draw Ms. Janet Martin for my English class. Ms. Martin had a reputation for being an excellent teacher, but also for being very hard on any guy who took her class. The rumor was that she was some sort of feminist lesbian. She would "tolerate" guys in her regular classes, but if you took her advanced American Lit class, that was when she got really nasty. Most guys would drop the class within a few weeks, as they couldn't take her anymore. She would be ultra-strict in grading their assignments. Additionally, she would be on their case the entire class.

I had signed up for the class with the hope that I would get Mr. Peterson as my teacher. He also taught the class, but he had a reputation for being fair to all students. When I saw that I had Ms. Martin's class, I immediately ran to see my guidance counselor in a vain attempt to get my schedule changed. Unfortunately, I was too late. My only option was to schedule a non-college-prep class. I guess this was when my ambition and ego got in the way of my good sense. I should have taken another class, but I decided to stay in Ms. Martin's class.

Ms. Martin didn't look evil. In fact, she was one of the hottest looking teachers on campus. She had a very curvaceous body and she always dressed in a way that showed off her body. I mean, she would wear short leather skirts and tight sweaters. She would also wear high heels or knee-high leather boots. Her dark brunette hair seemed to flow around her face. It seemed strange that a woman who had a rep for hating men, dressed so stylishly and provocatively.

The first day of class, I immediately took count of the number of guys in the class. There were only six. I wondered how long we would last. Bonnie, one of the girls in my class, told me that the girls had a pool on which boy would be the last one left in the class. She smiled and told me that she picked me. I guess that should have made me feel better, but it didn't.

Bonnie was very cute and I had liked her for a long time, even though she barely noticed me most of the time. I wanted to ask her out, but lacked the nerve. She was 5-10, short blond hair, blue eyes, and had an attractive athletic body. She was the star of the girls' soccer team.

I guess at this point I should describe what I looked like back then. I was six feet tall and weighed 145. I was a stick, but I was in pretty good shape. I played soccer and also ran. I kept my light brown hair short and, of course, I was clean-shaven. In fact, I had just started shaving my face. I was exceedingly average looking and blended in with the crowd quite well. I was neither in the popular groups nor among the outcasts; rather I was in the middle, and I really didn't mind. I just wanted to get through school and move on to college.

Anyway, back to my class. Ms. Martin entered the room on the first day of class and looked around. She seemed to make a mental note of each person as she scanned the room. When she looked at me, I felt a cold chill run through my body, as if I was the mouse and she was the cat!

The first few days went by without any problems. Ms. Martin gave us all her class syllabus. I read through it completely and made mental notes on her many rules and regulations. I was determined to make it through her class, and I wasn't going to give her any easy hits against me.

At the end of the second week, we had a short paper due. It was to be on our favorite writer. We were to give specific reasons why we liked that author. I selected John Steinbeck and wrote what I thought was a pretty good paper. I even had a friend review it and check it for grammar and spelling errors. I was pretty confident that Ms. Martin would have to give me a good grade.

The following Monday I got my paper back. It was covered in comments written in red ink. She criticized everything! I noticed that she posted the class average for the assignment on the board, it was a B-. My grade was a C-. The only good thing was that I had the highest grade among the boys in the class. I could tell that this would be a very long semester.

After class I compared my paper with those of some of the girls in the class and saw that she was much less strict with them. I was tempted to complain, but was talked out it by Bonnie. She told me that it wouldn't do any good. The school rarely listened to students complaining about their teacher being too strict, especially in a college prep class. I reluctantly agreed with her. I would try to work harder.

  

Chapter Two

Well, that's the way it went for the next few weeks. Every assignment was nitpicked and marked down. I was frustrated, but determined not to quit. I was amazed by the amount of red ink she wrote on my papers. My grade was a low C, but at least I was passing. The same could not be said for the rest of the guys in the class. Most of them were failing. In fact, two guys had already transferred to the regular English class. I guess I should have done the same thing, but I was too stubborn.

Bonnie tried to cheer me up. "Hey, look, you spelled your name right! Look at the bright side, Chris. You're still in the class."

I tried to laugh, but it was very frustrating.

On the other hand, Nick told me that I should give up and accept defeat. He told me that the regular class wasn't that bad. I couldn't accept this and decided to see Ms. Martin after school and ask her for help. I figured that it couldn't hurt. Boy, was I wrong!

Anyway, that afternoon I arrived outside Ms. Martin's classroom. I glanced in and saw that she was sitting there, grading papers. I took a deep breath and knocked on her door. She looked up and waved me in. So far, so good, I thought. At least she was willing to talk to me.

I walked in and asked her if there was any way that I could improve my grade. She took off her glasses and seemed to size me up. She told me that she felt I had "some potential," and that, if I was willing to put in the effort I should be able to pull up my grade. I couldn't get the strange feeling out of my head that she had been expecting me to come see her. There was something odd going on here, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I thanked her and asked what could I do. She broke out in a smile that I could best describe as devious. I felt a chill run up my spine. My "fight or flight" instinct was screaming, "Run away, you fool!" Looking back, I could kick myself for not listening to myself.

Ms. Martin turned and pulled a stack of papers out of her leather case. She took the top paper off the stack, and held it out to me. It was my latest paper; I could tell it was mine by the amount of red ink on it! She offered me a chance to correct my mistakes and resubmit it the following day. However, I had to have it back to her the next day or the deal was off.

Inwardly, I groaned. I already had a ton of work to do that night, but I accepted her kind offer. I reached out for the paper and, as I grabbed it, I pulled my hand back. I had gotten a paper cut on one of my fingers. I felt rather foolish and took the paper from her. I apologized and walked out. It wasn't until I was outside her room that I noticed that I was bleeding. I sucked on my finger as I walked towards my locker. There was a slightly salty taste that I figured was blood and sweat. At the time I didn't grasp its significance and headed out of school.

  

Chapter Three

Nick drove me home that afternoon. I told him that Ms. Martin was giving me a second chance.

"That sounds strange. From what I've heard, she's never done that before," remarked Nick.

"Well, I'm not going to let an opportunity like this pass. Even if I have to stay up all night, I'm going to rewrite that paper," I replied confidently.

"I still think you should drop the class, dude. I mean, it won't hurt your GPA all that much to take a regular class. Consider the alternative, if you stay in her class you might actually fail the course. Where will that leave you?" asked Nick in a very serious tone.

"I guess I want to stick it out. Maybe I just want to prove something to myself," I answered. However, I had to admit to myself that Nick's argument made the most sense. I felt I was lucky to have such a good friend. I wished I had taken his advice.

That night I attacked the paper. I rewrote it and paid special attention to Ms. Martin's comments. The paper was a character analysis for The Scarlet Letter. I spent several hours rewriting it. I finally finished it around 1:00 AM. Thank God for computers! I couldn't imagine writing a paper without one.

After I printed out my paper, I climbed into bed. I didn't even bother getting undressed, as I was so tired. I immediately fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

The next morning I awoke strangely refreshed. I eagerly took my paper to Ms. Martin and handed it to her before I went to homeroom. She actually seemed pleased. For the first time in weeks, I felt unburdened.

When I arrived in her class later that day, I found that there was only one other guy left in the class. Bonnie smiled and told me to hang in there. I asked her how much she was going to win in the pool if I was the last guy in the class. She told me that she would get to split the pool with another girl, and they would each get $15.00. Bonnie said that winning was more important than the amount of money.

"Chris, I'll buy you lunch if I win," laughed Bonnie.

Class went by rather quickly. Ms. Martin actually seemed friendly towards me. I wondered if she had bet on me too! Near the end of class, she handed me my rewritten paper. I was pleased to see that the grade had been changed to a B+. It was my highest grade of the semester. Maybe there was hope for me yet! She also asked me to stay after class.

"Christopher, I'm very pleased with the effort you put into this paper. You still have a way to go, but I have faith in you. I would like to see you after school every day this week," stated Ms. Martin.

I told her that I would be there. Again, she flashed me that strange smile and I felt that same sensation of uneasiness.

She then placed her hand on my shoulder. I jumped back slightly, due to what felt like an electric shock.

"Don't you just hate static electricity?" she remarked with a laugh.

I reached up to my shoulder, rubbed it, and nodded. I hadn't felt a shock like that before, but what else could it have been?

 

Chapter Four

Looking back, I should have noticed the changes sooner. But then again, hindsight is a perfect science. How could I have known what her plans for me were?

True to my word, I spent an hour with her after school. She sat down with me and went over the mistakes in my previous papers. As we worked together, I began to change my opinion about her. Maybe I wasn't as smart as I thought I was, and she was just plain strict. She sure knew her subject, and I have to admit that I learned a lot from her in those after-school sessions.

On Friday she told me that she would like to continue tutoring me the following week. She told me that I was showing a lot of promise. I felt a twinge of pride in hearing her tell me this. I was actually looking forward to Monday!

The weekend passed without incident. It wasn't until Monday morning that I noticed the first changes. As I stepped into the shower, I noticed that the showerhead seemed higher than normal. I adjusted the angle of the showerhead, but it still felt weird. Either it was higher or I was now shorter, and neither of those answers made sense. I shrugged it off and continued with my shower.

My weird idea about the showerhead must have made my imagination run wild, because I also noticed that my hair felt different. I know that sounds stupid, but as I shampooed my hair, I noticed that my hair felt thicker and fuller. I checked my shampoo and saw that it was the same brand that I always used.

I examined my head when I got out of the shower and, as I looked in the mirror, I could see that my hair did look different. My hair was slightly longer, but there was also a slight curl to it. I figured that my sister must have changed shampoo on me as a joke.

It then hit me that my perspective was different. I mean, everything in the bathroom seemed different, as if it was bigger. No, that couldn't be right. I then lined up against the wall across from the mirror. Behind me were the marks of my height. To my shock, I could see that I was now almost an inch shorter than before! How could this be possible?

I quickly got dressed and was about to go and tell my parents when I noticed something else; my clothes all fit perfectly. If I was shrinking, then my clothes shouldn't fit. I slipped out of my jeans and checked the label. It was then that I noticed the inseam measurement was different. I had worn jeans with a 32 inseam for over a year, yet these jeans were marked 30. I checked my other jeans and found they were all 30s. How could I be wrong about this? Maybe I was just working too hard and stressing about my English class. I went back in the bathroom and checked my height again. I was now aligned to the top mark. Maybe it was all my imagination!

No one said a thing to me about my height, and I tried to forget about it. Still, I noticed little things that were different. I sat in the same seats, yet everything seemed slightly different. After PE, I checked my height and weight. I discovered that it wasn't my imagination. I was now 5-11 and weighed 140, yet all my clothes fit perfectly. Something was happening, but what?

Even though I was distracted, I didn't forget about seeing Ms. Martin after school. She seemed genuinely happy to see me as she handed me several of my rewritten papers.

"Yes, I am very pleased with your progress," she stated.

I looked up and saw that she appeared to be inspecting my appearance. She then got up from her desk and walked over to the door to the classroom. She pulled the door closed and then pulled down the blind over the window. I just sat there.

She walked back and sat down on the edge of her desk, right in front of me. In one seamless move, she crossed her long slender legs. My eyes were glued to them. I began to feel very warm. I was also getting very hard.

"Yes, Christopher, I've had my eye on you for some time now," stated Ms. Martin, in a soft sexy voice. She then motioned with her hand for me to come over to her.

I immediately obeyed. That's a good description of what I did. I obeyed. I got up and walked over to her. She had me stop right in front of her. Then she pulled me close and kissed me. This was no kiss on the cheek or light peck on the lips. It was full-blown passion. Her tongue slipped between my lips and into my mouth. I'd like to say that I resisted, but that would be a total lie. I mean, I was a horny teenager and I was French kissing my gorgeous English teacher. I was experiencing every boy's high school fantasy!

Her hand slipped down and began to undo my belt. She spun me around and sat me down on the edge of her desk. In a moment my pants were pulled down, along with my underwear. I couldn't believe this was happening. Without a word, she slipped down, and began to kiss and lick my very hard cock.

Now I was a total virgin. I mean, I had kissed a few girls, but that's it. Of course, I knew all about self-pleasure, but I had never had sex with a woman. As her mouth surrounded my cock, I could barely control myself. Needless to say, it didn't take long for me to reach the point of cumming. I tried to hold it back, but she only worked me harder. I couldn't hold it back any more and in a wave a total joy I came in her mouth.

It quickly became obvious that she didn't mind. In fact, she continued to suck on my cock, extending my orgasm. I suddenly felt very weak, and began to fall back on her desk. She got up, pulled me up, and began to kiss me. It took me a second to realize that she was feeding me my own cum. I had no choice but to swallow every drop. I should have felt shame or fear, but it felt strangely normal. Instead of choking on it, I found that I was actually enjoying it.

Ms. Martin finally released me and allowed me to sit up.

"Admit it, you liked that," she whispered in my ear.

I found myself nodding.

"Excellent! Don't worry, my sweet, you will get plenty of it," she responded. "Now, you need to get dressed. I will see you in class and after school tomorrow."

I just nodded and pulled up my pants. I got up and walked out of her room. My head was full of thoughts; it was all so confusing.

  

Chapter Five

After dinner, I hurried up to my room to study, but it was impossible. I was too lost in thought from what had happened with Ms. Martin. She was right, I enjoyed the taste and I wanted more. I decided to take a long hot bath to help me relax. I was drawing the water before it hit me that I never took baths anymore. Still, it seemed like the thing to do.

Soaking in the hot water felt so fine. I stretched out my legs and something didn't seem right. I ran my hand over the light hairs on my legs and was overcome by a strange urge. I looked around the edge of the tub and saw one of my sister's razors. Before I knew it, I was lathering up my legs and then I began to shave them. With each stroke of the razor my legs became softer and smoother. I didn't stop there. I also shaved my armpits and then trimmed the hair around my pubic area. I shaped it so that it looked like the triangle of hair that I had seen in photos of naked women.

I stepped out of the tub and ran my hands over my now smooth legs. I felt a new sense of arousal. My cock began to get hard, as did my nipples. I found that rubbing my nipples felt very good indeed. I didn't try to understand it; I just reacted. I was soon sitting on the toilet, rubbing my nipples with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. Just like in Ms. Martin's classroom, it didn't take long to reach climax. I also found that I couldn't help myself from licking the cum from my hands. What was happening to me?

Thankfully, I felt very tired and as soon as I got into bed I fell into a deep sleep.

  

Chapter Six

I awoke to find that my body was changing. I was now even shorter. I found that the marks couldn't be trusted. Were they changing too? I found a yardstick and discovered that I was now 5-9. Yet all my clothes still fit me perfectly! I examined myself for other changes. My hair was a bit longer, but that was nothing compared to my chest. My nipples were larger and slightly darker in color. Additionally, I now had small breasts! Nothing huge, but it was obvious that I had something there. How was this happening? What would people say when they saw me?

As I wrote earlier, I was always a bit of a stick, but what muscle tone I had was almost gone. My arms were thin and almost dainty! My waist was also thinner and my hips seemed more pronounced. Thank God, I didn't have PE today!

I dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. To my utter amazement, no one said a thing. I walked out to the school bus and ran into Nick. Thankfully, it was a bit cool and I could hide my breasts by wearing a jacket. He was now two inches taller than me, and yet he didn't say a word. I suddenly had a strange thought; I wondered what it would be like to kiss him. I shook my head to clear this out of my mind.

I was in a daze all day, no pun intended. To everyone else in school, I was the same person. Was I really changing, or was I losing my mind? I decided that I had to ask Ms. Martin.

After school I arrived in her classroom and took my seat.

"You look very nice today. How do you feel?" she asked, as she entered the room, closing the door behind her. She then walked over to her desk and sat down on the edge.

I hesitated before speaking. "Do I look the same as yesterday?"

She ignored my question and motioned me to stand up. "Take off your coat."

I obeyed.

"Turn around," she ordered.

Again, I obeyed.

"You're looking good. I'm pleased with your progress," she replied.

"So, I'm really changing?" I asked, sounding more relieved than shocked.

"Yes, you're changing," she answered with a smile.

Before I could say a word, she motioned me towards her. I was soon standing in front of her.

"Strip," she stated softly.

I nodded. I couldn't resist her. I undressed and set my clothes down on the desk. She just sat there, inspecting my body.

"Excellent! I see that you shaved your legs last night. I'm very pleased," she remarked.

Hearing this actually made me feel happy. I also began to get another erection.

Ms. Martin began to undress in front of me. I just stood there soaking in her extraordinary body. Her body looked like those that I had seen in Playboy. I mean, she was perfect! She pulled me close to her, and together we began to kiss and caress each other's bodies.

The idea of someone else coming into the room was totally foreign. It was as if I knew we were safe and protected.

She then positioned me on her desk and she mounted me. I felt my cock slide into her vagina. Instinctively, I knew that her touch and having sex with her was responsible for my physical changes, yet I didn't care. The sensation of our two bodies together was too strong to resist. I had no desire to escape the fate she had selected for me, as the carnal pleasure was too strong.

As before, it didn't take me long to cum. She guided my head down between her legs and had me lick out my seed. I offered no resistance; in fact I found that I was craving it. The combination of fluids was intoxicating, and I found that I wanted to get every drop.

As I licked her, she spoke to me. "Someday, that will be another man's cum you'll be feeding on. Does the idea of sucking a man's cock excite you?"

I mumbled out a yes as I continued to pleasure her.

"I want you to fantasize about whose cock you want to suck. Picture yourself in front of him, with your lips wrapped around his erect cock. Don't tell me his name, I want you to keep it to yourself for now."

I nodded. Nick came instantly to mind. I felt a strange wave of pleasure sweep through my body as I thought about being with him.

"You are really turning into a star pupil," she moaned. "I knew that you had it in you."

Before this whole thing started, the idea of being with a man sexually would have been nauseating, but now it was strangely appealing.

When I finished, she ordered me to get dressed. I wanted to ask her some questions, but couldn't. Something was holding them back.

"I'll see you tomorrow, my sweet," smiled Ms. Martin, as I walked out of her classroom.

  

Chapter Seven

I awoke early the next morning and I lay there in bed for several minutes before getting up. I was worried about what I would see when I looked at myself in the mirror. I took a deep breath, threw back the covers, and sat up. I brushed the hair out of my eyes and was about to swing my legs out of bed when it hit me. I reached up and ran my hands through my now shoulder-length hair. I jumped out of bed and rushed to the mirror.

After the initial shock and amazement wore off, I took in the changes. My once short, light brown hair was now shoulder length and brunette in color. It was also fuller. Even my eyebrows were different! They were the same color as my hair and were now very thin and delicately arched. My face also looked different. I mean it was me, but it wasn't me. I had a softer, more feminine look. My lips were slightly thicker and fuller. My nose didn't seem as big, but my eyes seemed bigger. I ran my hands across my face; it was so smooth, there was no trace of the slight facial hair that I had once had.

Someone would have to say something about this, I thought, as I stared at my new image in the mirror. I then pulled off my t-shirt and discovered that my hair and face were the least of my worries.

I stared at my breasts for several moments, before I dared touch them. They weren't huge, but they were definitely a girl's breasts. I moved up and down and watched in fascination as they bounced. I reached up and touched them, not sure if they were real. I quickly discovered that they were. My nipples hardened almost immediately. Maybe this wasn't all bad, I thought as I felt a wave a pleasure sweep through my body.

I was snapped out of my self-pleasure by the sound of my sister's voice, telling me that the bathroom was open. I wasn't sure, but it sounded like she called me "Kristy."

I grabbed my robe and slipped it on. I figured that my parents would soon be whisking me off to the doctor, so I might as well be clean. The feel of the shower spray on my nipples was exquisite! I now understood why my sister took such long showers! I stroked my cock as I pleasured myself. I was so wrapped up with my breasts that I barely noticed that my cock was much smaller. It was still working and I was hit by a double source of pleasure - or should that be triple source?

After drying off, I was forced to use my sister's hairdryer. I found a plain black scrunchie in one of the drawers and pulled my hair into a small ponytail. It was better than having it in my face. I studied myself in the mirror; there was no doubt that I was looking more and more like a girl. On the plus side, I hadn't shrunk any more.

I went into my room and began to get dressed. I discovered that whatever was happening to me was also changing my clothes. I reached into my underwear drawer and found it was full of panties. There was no sign of my male briefs. I let out a sigh of surrender and grabbed a pair of white cotton panties and slipped them on. I was slightly surprised at how well they fit. I inspected myself again in the mirror and saw that my hips and butt were slightly bigger. Sure! Why not? I thought.

I opened the drawer with my t-shirts and found that it was full of bras. After staring at them for several moments, I picked one up and examined it. I read the tag and saw that it was 34-B; instinctively, I knew this was my present size. My hands were trembling slightly as I slipped it on. It never struck me at the moment that the moves came instinctively. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a girl looking back. I let out a big sigh.

The rest of my clothes were also changed. My closet was filled with girls' clothes. I wasn't about to put on a skirt, so I grabbed a pair of jeans and put them on. I looked through my closet, but couldn't find any of my sweatshirts. I settled on a red sweater. I hoped it would hide my breasts.

I found my least feminine pair of shoes. They were a pair of brown leather hiking boots, and while they weren't high heels, they were obviously feminine.

I gave myself another inspection. There was no doubt about it, I looked like a girl. All that was missing was jewelry and makeup! However, I wasn't ready for that! I debated pretending I was sick, but that idea faded. A strange sensation of acceptance was creeping through my body. I took a deep breath and went downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning, dear," greeted Mom.

"Good morning," I answered. I was taken aback by my voice. It was higher and lighter. I should have expected it, as everything else was changing!

No one noticed that I was different! It was as if I had always looked this way.

"Hey, little sister, I like that sweater. The color really looks good on you," complimented Kim.

"Thanks," I replied. She called me "little sister!" They all saw me as a girl.

I forced down some breakfast, but I wasn't hungry. My mind was awash in thought. First, how far would my transformation go? As much as I didn't relish the idea of being a girl, the idea of being caught in between was even more unappealing. I still had a cock between my legs; at least I did the last time I checked! Second, the implication of what was happening to me was monumental. It had to be magic, but everyone knew that real magic didn't exist. Still, it seemed like the only answer. How else could you explain what was happening to me?

I finished my breakfast and grabbed my backpack. I was almost out the door when I heard my mom's voice. "Honey, you almost forgot your purse."

I turned around and saw that she was holding out a leather bag, that I immediately knew was MY purse.

"Thanks, Mom. I guess my mind is somewhere else today," I replied, as I took the bag and slipped it over my shoulder. Instinctively, I hugged her, although I hadn't done that in ages.

"I think it's because you're thinking about Nick!" stated Kim, with a big smile on her face. "I can't blame you, he's really cute!"

I was about to snap back at her, but instead I found myself feeling new sensations towards my best friend. Without thinking I spoke. "He is cute, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is. But, Kristy, you're going to have to stop dressing so casual! If you want Nick to really notice you, you're going to have to start wearing some makeup and dress in something else besides jeans!"

"If he asks me out, I'll let you do a makeover on me," I replied without thinking.

"That's a deal!" stated Kim. She then grabbed my arm and pulled me into her car. "But just give me five minutes and I can make a world of improvement."

Before I could protest, Kim was applying makeup to my face. I must admit that she did a good job as I looked in the mirror. She accented my eyes and cheeks.

"Here, you can keep this one, besides the color looks better on you," stated Kim as she handed me a tube of lipstick.

"Thanks, Kim," I replied. I wasn't just being polite either. Inside, I was pleased with how I now looked.

"Tonight I'll help you with your hair."

"What's wrong with my hair?" I asked

"Kristy, a ponytail is okay for playing sports, but you would look so much prettier with it in a different style. Oh! I almost forgot! I bought these for you the other day," exclaimed Kim. She reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of earrings. They were small silver hoops.

Before I could say a word, she was putting them into my ears. That was when I first noticed that I had pierced ears. Ms. Martin hadn't forgotten a thing.

"That's much better, little sister. I know you don't like to wear earrings when you're playing, but your holes will close up if you keep forgetting to put them back in," explained Kim. "You look much better. I was beginning to worry that people might think you were my brother instead of my sister!"

We drove to school together, something we never did before. I guess it was more acceptable for a senior to be seen with her sister than her brother. I felt so much closer to her.

The best way I can describe what was happening is it was like I was a computer program that was being rewritten. Once the changes were installed, they felt very normal and natural, and the program just ran itself. Does that make sense?

Just like at home, no one in school noticed anything different. I looked in my purse and pulled out my wallet. I wasn't surprised when I saw that my school ID stated that I was now Kristy Deborah Schmidt. In spite of myself, I smiled at the fact that my new name was a play on my previous male name. Chris T was now transformed into Kristy. I was more fascinated by my family photos. Even they were different! I looked at several older photos that showed the feminized me. Maybe there was magic out there!

I also found myself doing "girl things" without thinking. During a study hall, I pulled a bottle of nail polish out of my purse. I did my nails while I read my notes. I found that I was actually pleased with the way they looked, as the color matched my sweater. I also used the girls' room. It felt very natural, and I struggled to hang on to my diminishing masculinity. In the cafeteria, I couldn't help noticing the way Nick kept looking at me. I could feel myself blushing, and I felt very happy.

I eagerly awaited my English class with Ms. Martin. Actually, I was more interested in talking to her after school. Would she change me back if I dropped her class or would she complete my transformation? I needed an answer. What I feared was being left in the middle. I was also full of anxiety concerning Nick. Was that part of my fate, to start dating him?

  

Chapter Eight

I arrived in Ms. Martin's class and took my regular seat next to Bonnie.

"So did Nick ask you to the dance yet?" she whispered.

I shook my head no. I wanted to concentrate on talking to Ms. Martin, and yet all I could think about was dating my best friend! I focused on the biggest problem to take my mind off him. I also now knew that Bonnie was my best friend, and not just someone I talked to occasionally in class.

As I concentrated, my new life was becoming clearer. I was now on the girls' soccer team. Piece by piece, my old life was being rewritten.

Class dragged by. Of course, Ms. Martin took no special notice of me. There was only one guy left in the class. I was slightly surprised that Ms. Martin was rather polite to him. Maybe it was because she had changed me, I thought.

After class I went up to her and asked if I could see her after school.

"That would be fine, Kristy," she replied. I noticed that she had that sly smile back on her face as she called me by new name.

I counted down the minutes until the end of the school day. I rushed to Ms. Martin's classroom as soon as my last class was over. As usual she was behind her desk, grading papers.

When I entered she looked up and smiled. "Please close the door, Kristy. I imagine that you would like to talk to me privately."

"Yes, Ms. Martin. Why have you done this to me?" I asked.

"Silly girl, you asked me to help you with your grade. There was no way that you could improve in your male form," she stated in a matter of fact way.

"So you won't turn me back?" I asked meekly.

"Why on earth would I want to do that?" she replied with that sly smile on her face.

"I was born male. I don't understand how being a girl will make me a better student," I replied softly.

"Teenage boys lack the ability to concentrate. Once the transformation is complete, you will discover what you've been missing. Your mind won't be filled with random thoughts and sexual fantasies. Obviously, you found me attractive and it was a distraction," she explained.

"But I don't want to be a girl," I replied, almost whining.

She laughed at my response. "You have no idea of what you really want. You say that you don't want to be a girl, yet you spent much of the day thinking about that boy. His name's Nick, isn't it?"

I hesitated for a moment. Could she read my thoughts too? "It must just be a side effect of my transformation," I responded meekly.

Ms. Martin shook her head no. "The spell only changes you physically. It allows the real you to come out. Whatever feelings you have for Nick were already inside you."

I was about to deny this, but deep inside me I knew she had to be right.

"One side effect of the spell is that, if I reverse it, those repressed feelings will not go away. So, my dear, would you like to be a girl, or a homosexual? Actually, that isn't completely true. Obviously you're bisexual, but in either gender you will lust after Nick," she explained.

I was confused and wondering how much of what she was telling me was the truth.

"If you want me to complete the transformation, then you should start to undress," she added.

I stood there for what seemed like a lifetime. Suddenly, it was up to me if I became a woman. She had created the perfect trap.

"Kristy, you have an excellent mind and can accomplish anything you want. I couldn't bear the thought of it being trapped in the body of a man. Obviously, you know that your transformation is a secret and that no one suspects what has occurred. So what will it be?" asked Ms. Martin, as she leaned back in her chair.

I knew that I had no choice, and I began to undress. I noticed that she seemed to be enjoying my predicament and that I was accepting my fate. Soon I was standing naked in front of her.

"That male organ looks so ridiculous on your beautiful feminine body, my sweet. Do you want me to replace it with a vagina?" she asked.

"Yes, please," I replied softly.

"Please answer me in a complete sentence," she stated.

"Please, take away my penis and give me a vagina. Make me a complete female," I asked.

"That's better." She then got up out of her chair and walked over to me. Without saying a word, she reached down and began to stroke my diminutive organ. I found myself being stimulated. Maybe it was because of the fear of what was happening, but I took only a few seconds to achieve an orgasm. I shot my last load of cum into her hands. I suddenly felt extremely weak, and I fell to my knees. I looked up at her and watched as she placed her hands in front of me. I knew what I had to do and I began to lick her hands clean.

I find it hard to describe exactly what happened next. I remember feeling a warm sensation between my legs. It started externally, but then it felt as if it was penetrating me. It wasn't painful; in fact, it was the exact opposite of that. I was filled with a sensation of total pleasure. I reached down and ran my fingers along the outside of my vagina. My transformation was complete.

  

Chapter Nine

After I became Kristy completely, Ms. Martin lost all interest in me, physically. I was just another girl in her class. She encouraged my writing, and I got very good grades. I found that, while I knew that I had once been male, I adapted easily to being Kristy. My sister and Bonnie gave me a few fashion and beauty tips, and following up on them was easy and natural. Nick and I dated through the rest of high school. I enjoyed being his girlfriend, and I really enjoyed how easy it was for me to get him all hot and bothered. Once the transformation was complete, my lust changed to love. I did lose my virginity to him, but that's another story. He went to college back on the East Coast, and we agreed to go our separate ways in terms of dating. We're still good friends and he's still special to me.

I was accepted here at State and decided to major in biology. Eventually I want to attend med school. I also have become involved with another girl. We're living together off campus. Bonnie and I are very much in love.

I've adapted to being female. Some things took a while to get used to, such as my period – actually, I don't think I've ever gotten used to that! I was also a bit freaked out about my first gynecological exam. But all in all, I've become comfortable with my new body and identity. There is a part of me that likes the idea of becoming a mother someday.

So, that's my story. I'll be happy to answer any other questions you have, once you're done reading this.

  

Chapter Ten

"So, now that you've read my story, do you think I'm crazy?" I asked her nervously.

We were sitting on a stone wall next to the Pacific Ocean. I studied the stunning young woman sitting across from me. There was something very exotic and mysterious about her.

"Of course, I believe you," she replied with a smile. "Remember, it was me who first made contact with you." She had the type of smile that told you that you could trust her.

That's true, I thought. I had been sitting in one of the coffee shops near campus, lost in thought about my life, when she came up and started talking to me. I remembered how I had instantly felt that I could trust her. She told me that she could sense my internal struggle and that she might be able to help. I spent that evening typing out my story and had given it to her earlier this morning.

"I know. But what I really needed was for someone to confirm that what happened to me was real. As I wrote out what happened, I had a hard time putting it all down on paper. In some ways, I'm not sure it really happened," I replied, almost rambling. "I do appreciate that you befriended me."

My new friend smiled gently and swept her red hair out of her face. "I know how you feel. We were raised to believe that magic and sorcery only exists in fiction. Trust me, there is a world out there that you wouldn't believe. In fact, I'm still learning how to see the world in a more open mind," she replied. "You're not the first person something like this has happened to."

"I appreciate you telling me that," I replied.

"Can I ask you a rather personal question?" she asked.

I nodded. "Sure."

"Do you still crave sperm?" she asked. "You mentioned how your lust changed to love, and I was curious if your craving also changed."

I shook my head no. "I did while I was dating Nick, but it gradually became controllable. Once I started dating Bonnie, the craving went away completely. Could that be a side effect of the spell?"

"It sounds like it. I understand what it's like to be driven by sexual urges and it can be very distracting. Oh, I showed your story to my aunt, and she assures me that the spell is fairly easy to reverse. However, it would mean some drastic changes in your life. Are you sure you want to risk everything you've achieved?" she asked.

I thought about it. Did I really want to become Chris again? In so many ways, I was a better all-around person as Kristy than I ever had been as Chris. I had also grown used to being a girl. Then there was Bonnie; I didn't want to lose her. "Thank you, but I don't want to change. I like the person I've become. I'm deeply in love and I don't want to give that up. I'm just happy to have someone that understands what I've gone through," I replied.

She nodded knowingly and smiled. "I know exactly what you're talking about."

I looked out to the ocean and sighed. "Overall, I don't know if I should be angry at Ms. Martin or thank her, although I don't appreciate that she did this to me without my permission."

"That's understandable. My aunt and mom are going to start an investigation of Ms. Martin. What she did to you broke a few laws. I'm also sure that you weren't the first or the last person she changed. Believe it or not, there are rules for using magic," she explained.

"After what I've been through, I don't doubt anything anymore. Thanks again for everything, Iona," I stated. "But someday you have to tell me some of your secrets."

Iona laughed. "I don't know if you're ready for my story yet. Let's just say that I know what you're going through."

"Whenever you think I'm ready," I replied. I suddenly didn't feel so alone. I thanked my lucky stars that I'd met Iona Beddau. Having a friend who knew, accepted, and understood my secret made all the difference. She then gave me a big hug and I felt so much better.

  

The End

 

For more stories concerning Iona, please read the Turbulence series.

Thanks to my editor Amelia.

  

  

  

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