“So why weren't you in Subterfuge class?” I asked Ella when history class ended. “I thought that every student on the leadership track had to take.”
“I talked it over with my advisor, we decided I could skip and go to the second year course,” my roommate said. “Honestly I learned most of what they teach in 101 before I left the nursery.”
“That sounds rough.”
She shrugged. “It wasn't bad. The nanny's started us off with easy things at first. Like trying to tell if we were going to get a sweet or a castor oil, finding our favourite toy before it imploded, bargaining and fighting with our siblings over who would get the nice beds and who would sleep in the dungeon.”
My eyes bugged out. “You slept in a dungeon!”
Ella laughed quite prettily. “It wasn't a real dungeon. It was just called that. It had giant spider silk cushions to sleep on, and it was always nice and warm. I actually liked sleeping there. So I'd switch with someone who had to sleep there, and they'd do me favours. I got very good at making it seem like I was doing them a large favour.”
“You had a... very interesting childhood.”
“That's why daddy is called the Mad Immortal Emperor. He has strange ideas about pretty much everything. You learn to roll with it or go crazy and probably die.”
Putting her arm around me, which made my heart flutter a little, she asked, “So why were you almost late to class?”
“I ran into Micheal, the kid who messed with me on the very first day. He tried to intimidate me, then ran away after surrounding us in a big pink cloud of something.” I tried to make it sound unimportant, but wasn't sure if it worked.
Ella came to an abrupt stop, spun me around to face her and began looking me up and down. “Micheal Lambert, he's a prodigy with potions. That cloud was probably meant to do something cruel or nasty. How are you feeling?”
“I feel fine. I don't think I breathed anything in, and I got out of the cloud pretty quickly.”
She felt my forehead, causing me to blush. “Not too hot or cold, and your skin feels normal. Maybe you got lucky, or he just wanted to freak you out. If anything starts to feel odd, let me or one of our friends know and we'll get you to the school clinic.”
“Thanks, but I'm really not that worried,” I insisted.
“All right, but be careful. We don't want to get the reputation of being pushovers, so if you need help ask one of us and we'll deal with the problem. Now what happened to your dress?”
Once again I gave a slightly altered version of what happened in magic class. By the time I was done retelling my humiliation, we had reached the cafeteria.
Looking around the crowded room, I was thankful to see I wasn't the only student who had suffered on the first day of class. There was the girl that had been attacked by eldritch tentacles, savagely attacking a plate of kraken tentacles, using magic to stab her food with multiple knives. A boy looked like he had been used as a pinata, some kids I hoped were his friends were cutting his food into tiny pieces for him. A boy and girl were sitting side by side, their left and right arm were joined at the wrist, and looking at how closely they were sitting to each other, their legs were probably joined together as well.
My burned dress suddenly didn't seem so bad after all.
Edging past a boy who was staring dumbly at a crack on the wall while his drool formed a puddle on the floor, I headed for the counter. Sure I was probably going to get an inedible lump of food, but I could hope, and my stomach was growling like a dragon.
The moment I got to the counter, a tray with the unholy lump of food and a glass of water was handed to me by the mangy cat woman. She smirked a little at my enthusiastic look.
“Seriously, there's nothing else I can have?” I asked.
“All out,” she said.
Sighing, I went to our usual table, and smiled at my friends. Everyone was already there, the girls and the boys. I was the most beat up of all of them, and once again my burned dress got a lot of attention. I ignored them, carefully sitting down so my bare thighs didn't touch the cold metal seat.
As hello's were said, food was put on my tray. It was an odd mix, since they hadn't ordered at the same time, but I wasn't about to complain. I was practically drooling at the sight and smell of food, and I wasn't sure if my full tray would be enough for me. I was ravenous.
While everyone started talking about there classes, I tried to pay attention. Hearing Naomi tell how a duel started in her weapons class sounded cool, and she acted out some of the fancier moves, but I spent most of the story shoving food into my mouth.
All too soon I realized I'd eaten everything on my tray, the phoenix grilled sandwich with half petrified gorgon cheese, a small spicy pegasus wing, a namazu seafood salad, and a fruit salad. I was still hungry.
Everyone was ignoring me, being too busy talking to each other to pay much attention as I ate. My hand crept over to the loaf of food, almost unwillingly I started gnawing on it. Despite the taste I couldn't stop myself. When it was done I started licking my hand, trying to get every crumb of food.
“Are you going to eat that?” I asked, pointing at a half eaten ushi-oni burger that was sitting in front of Garth.
“Uh, no be my guest,” he said.
As soon as I heard no, I grabbed it, not letting him finish. It was gone in two bites. Then I grabbed some fries from Honey Creeper, a bit of steak from Naomi, the last noodles of a stir fry from Antoine, and more.
By this point everyone was looking at me worriedly. Not that I noticed, I was too busy eating.
“Petra,” Ella said, “I think we should take you to the clinic.”
“Too hungry!” I said.
“Calci, can you pick her up?” Ella asked.
“Sure thing,” the Dwarf said.
“NO! FOOD!” I shouted. Getting to my feet, while shoving a piece of bread into my mouth, I backed away from Calci.
Then my chest started tingling.
Looking down at my dress, which was covered in food, I was horrified to see my small breasts growing. For a few seconds, my bra really hurt, digging into my shoulders and back, then it let go with a loud snap.
My dress started to tear, making room for my new size. I stood there in shock, horror and embarrassment. I now had a larger chest than Calci. And then my hips and butt started to tingle.
Screaming, I ran from the cafeteria before my dress exploded.
**
Sitting in the school clinic, wrapped up in a hospital gown, I poked at my breasts which seemed like they were almost as large as my head. My new butt felt bouncy and it looked like I was sitting on a pair of balloons.
“The swelling will go down in a few hours,” the centaur nurse said. “You'll be larger than you were, so you'll want to be careful until you get a handle on your new proportions.”
“Can't you get rid of them?” I asked.
“I could, but it's cheaper to just give you a new wardrobe,” she said. “And don't ask about being turned back into a boy. That would cost more than your tuition, so it's not happening.”
Putting my face in my hands, I fought back my tears. “I hate this school.”
“I hear that a lot. Here are clothes that will fit you, and a note to explain why you're late,” the nurse said, putting a small stack of clothes and a piece of paper beside me. “Hurry up and get to class.”
All alone, I put on my new bra and underwear. Looking down I realized I couldn't see my feet. The dress, a plain blue one like the one I'd put on that morning, was a little too tight over my chest and hips. Staring at myself in the mirror, I was a really pretty girl.
“OK,” I said to myself, “it seems I've gotta be a girl for a while. I can cry about it or I can man up and deal with it.”
I really wanted to cry.
Pushing my feelings aside, I stuck out my chest, which was a lot more impressive than it had been an hour ago. I wasn't going to let Doom Valley break me. And I certainly wasn't going to let that little freak Micheal beat me. This was all his fault, he'd done all of this to humiliate me while he got away Scot-free.
I wasn't a man anymore, but that didn't mean I was going to be all timid and faint at the thought of violence. I was going to have my revenge. I couldn't just attack him in class however. I'd get into too much trouble, and I wouldn't be able to hurt him enough.
With my newfound determination I marched to door, opening it with a flourish.
And promptly dropped to the ground, clutching my very sensitive boob which had just been hit by the door.
I hated my life.
Well on the bright side for her she's hasn't been turned into a vampire or demon so at least she at least won't have to change her dietary needs or have random monster hunters showing up.
Part of me half suspects that even this amount of change will completely throw off the mister swore revenge on Petra next time he runs into her and then he will swear vengeance again in the aftermath.
She hasn't been turned into a vampire or demon, yet.
I need some new obstacles to throw her way in the second, third and fourth year.
Lawful stupid paladin will just call Petra a succubus now.
@Domoviye Oh, I made that joke on the way here and was about to repeat it here with this new transformation. Seems like I was late
It also seems that Petra is well on the way to learn the title of "succubus". Which may or may not offend any actual succubi
Though I wonder, is that really Petra's final form?
Lucky bastard, getting bigger boobs. Hopefully she figures out the whole "girl" thing soon so she doesn't suffer so much from gender, then she can go suffer from OTHER stuff.
I'm good at multitasking, EVERYONE can suffer!
@Domoviye yeah but then you can have her parents suffer knowing its their fault she figured out she's trans :P Or have her get turned back and deal with dysphoria.
@lexcia She's not trans. Petra was very happy as a boy, and would like to return to being a boy as soon as possible. She's not exactly crying over being a girl, but that's because she is more concerned with surviving school.
@Domoviye .... why is the transgender tag there then? It's a fun story but that gives off the wrong idea about it by saying something about the content that's actually just wrong.
@lexcia I phrased it wrong.
As a woman, she's transgendered, she wants to be male.
When she's male, he's perfectly happy.
@Domoviye ah. My mistake then. Came into the story with the wrong expectations. Still looking forward to more.
@lexcia No problem.
Glad you're enjoying it.
@Domoviye Not sure if its universal but its seemed like the way to tell the difference between a story about someone who actually was their AGAB and someone who's trans in a story has been if the transgender tag is there or JUST the gender bender genre.
Its a weird thing since there can be a good debate over if the character was made into a trans man after originally being a cis one and if that justifies the transgender tag or if it shouldn't be there to have it clearer the character isn't trans in relation to their assigned gender at birth. Its actually interesting thinking about this and kinda makes me want to look up other stories like this to see if its just a coincidence this is the first time its happened to me due to the tags. It reminds me of the kind of debates about gender Sisters of Dorley can lead to with its own weirdness in regards to it. This conversation has definitely given me stuff to think about :)
Hope you have a good week!
Also god I know someone who will love this story even more because of this :P
@lexcia This seems to come down to the individual.
I'm posting this story on Big Closet, which is almost entirely TG stories, and haven't had anyone comment about that aspect. But I can see why some people would see it the way you do.
Glad it's given you something interesting to think about.
And thanks for thinking of people who may like the story. I appreciate it.
Have a great week.
@Domoviye I'm not sure how I feel about this revelation. I thought he was a transfem egg since being a girl didn't seem to bother him and his attempts to turn back seemed performative. I know dysphoria isn't the same for everyone, but for me it's constant. I still enjoy the story but I feel a bit deflated. idk if they makes sense
@marter Sorry.
It makes sense, and I can see why you'd think that way.
I'm just going with what would be best for a comedy story, and right now it's Petra just going with things while trying to survive. There will be parts where she tries drastic measures to change back into a boy, but it's not at that point yet.
@Domoviye You have nothing to apologize for. It was my misunderstanding.
@marter I'm Canadian, apologies are in my DNA.
@Domoviye lol I say sorry for everything as well
@Domoviye I still think it'd be funny to end up back as a boy and not liking it while whoever changed her back just smirks. Or only getting changed back temporarily and having turn himself back into a girl again for some stupid reason. Both are funny for different reasons. Also yeah, no reason to apologize.
@lexcia I think you'll like what I have planned.
@Domoviye I like that! Suffering of Equal Chances!