Boy hates teacher, teacher dislikes boy, boy becomes girl, girl's a senior, here's the story

Senior Year
By: El Guapo
She was a bitch, one of those teachers you really, really wanted to die in a horrible car accident, one of those teacher’s you just wanted to see be pulled apart by tigers and stung to death by fire ants. While I didn’t hate my teacher quite this much, I’d classify my hate as a completely normal, healthy hate. This included cutting the power to her house on the day of a test to prevent her from arriving on time. How was I supposed to know she had a new security system or that she was a witch? To sum it all up as eloquently as possible, I was fucked!

I was tugging away on what I thought was the power line, my hands encased in a pair of rubber cleaning gloves, my hands stretching the material almost to the breaking point as I strained and grunted. It never occurred to me that one, I could easily have been electrocuted and two, wouldn’t it be easier to go in her garage and trip the breakers.

So I wasn’t on the short list to become a Rhodes Scholar but even so, I should have gotten away with it except for those pesky motion sensors and those damn flood lights. Those lights popped on and like a dumb ass I froze, my only consolation is it wouldn’t have made a difference. I heard a small crackle and I turned slowly, my heart racing a million beats a second, my chest was starting to hurt as I did an about face and there she stood, all five foot seven, one hundred and thirty pounds of her, her long brown hair flowing in the slight breeze. If its possible for an unarmed 5’7” woman to be intimidating, she was, her eyes had a wild glow in them as she glared at me.

“Uh… hi Ms. Wilson…” I said with a confident grin that I hoped hid my fear.

“Get inside!” she growled in a deeper voice than I thought she’d be able to make.

Her words were like an order to my body as I rushed to comply, my body double timing it into her small split level house. I found a spot on her couch, my body sitting on its own accord as she took a seat in an arm chair across from me.

“So, what brings you out here tonight?” she asked in a calm voice that barely hid her temper.

“Uhh…” I struggled to formulate a good excuse, none coming to mind, “Uhh… a uh… prank?”

“Is that a question or a response?” she asked a strange, kinda creepy glow building in her dark green eyes.

“I was here for a prank.”, I didn’t add, ‘yeah! that’s the ticket!’ although I wanted to

“Bullshit, you were going to cut my power lines and in the process try to kill yourself, right, don’t lie to me!” her face was a mask of rage, she was truly a bitch.

“Excepting the last part uh yeah, yeah!” I was so fucked.

“I… I should make you a frog, a worm…” okay I thought to myself, she’s not just a bitch, she’s a psycho bitch too, “I know what I’ll do…” a grin came across her face as she fell silent from her raging.

“Well, if it were up to me I’d just as well prefer that it not include the cops…” I said, a tinge of hope in my voice, perhaps she could be reasoned with after all, all she had me for was trespassing.

“Shut up, shut up! You’ll speak only when I tell you to, understand?”

I looked at her in silence, after all I thought to myself with a small smile, she hadn’t told me to speak.

“I said do you understand!” she screamed, her voice going up several octaves.

“But you said not to talk unless told to, you didn’t tell me to Ms. Wilson.” I said in my sweetest, most polite voice I could make.

“Look fucker, you’ve caused me problems for the last time, this night forward, its sugar and spice and everything nice for you fucktard!”

“Uhh… right…” what do you say to that, she was clearly crazy.

“Oh, I suppose I’m being a bad host,” she said with a forced smile, “Please, have something to drink, I insist!”

A glass filled with a strange liquid appeared seemingly from nowhere before me on a table I could swear wasn’t there moments before. The glass was filled with a harmless looking pink liquid, if I had to guess what it was I would guess pink lemonade although I had no intentions of drinking any of it, Ms. Wilson was just too strange to trust.

“No thanks.” I said with my best forced smile, “I’m not thirsty, sorry.”

“Drink the fucking drink you sorry looking mothafucka!”

Such a potty mouth I thought to myself as I pulled the glass to my lips and took a careful sip, I had no choice really, if I didn’t drink it I wasn’t going anywhere. The pink liquid tasted like nothing I had ever drank before although it wasn’t bad. It was very sweet with a slightly spicy aftertaste.

“What is this, its great!” I asked her as I gulped the rest of the glass down to the dregs.

“Oh, its nothing really, its just lots of sugar, some spice and a pinch of everything nice!” she said with a grin that said she wasn’t telling the whole truth.

“Uh huh, funny, I get it, no really, what is this, it’s great!” as if she thought a pink drink would make me into a girl, she really had fallen off the turnip truck.

“It is a potion designed to take care of problem boys, I think you’ll find that its quite effective, I know it is.” a smug smile on her face as we sat quietly staring at each other.

We sat there for what felt like fifteen minutes as I felt myself slowly begin to slide down on the couch, I was getting tired. My butt and the rest of my body had long ago fell asleep as I kept having to pull myself back up on the couch as I kept sliding and sliding, I couldn’t help but think I could have been in bed sleeping rather than being subjected to the Peruvian death stare as I was now. I yawned and scratched absentmindedly at my chest, it kinda itched, I guess I must have walked through some poison ivy on the side of her house.

“Think its funny now?” she asked with a smile on her face, her arms crossed in front of her, she was very proud of her ‘potion’.

“Oh yeah, this is a riot!” my voice cracked a few times, strange since my voice had changed several years ago but this was a very strange night.

We returned to silence and I returned to sliding down this damn couch. I pulled myself back up on the couch, felling my butt as I did, damn I was getting fat, my butt and hips were really flabby for me, I’d have to take care of that soon, it even looked like I was even growing boy boobs. I crossed my arms across my chest, they seemed really small and looked as though they had no hair although I knew I had very big, hairy arms, must be the poor lighting and I’m tired.

I reached up and massaged and scratched my face, even it was falling asleep, I was really growing tired of this, that and my constant falling off the couch. I slide down one last time, almost falling on the floor as I did. I pulled myself back up, as I did, I felt my feet come off the ground, sitting on the couch, my feet didn’t reach the floor!

I looked down at my feet to see what the problem was, what I saw needless to say shocked me. My shoes were sitting on the floor, my feet were no longer my feet, they were the smallest feet I had ever seen, in fact if they didn’t move when I willed my feet to move I wouldn’t have believed they were mine. My eyes slowly traced there way up my legs and hips, my legs were so tiny, my pants fit so poorly, in fact when I moved my legs for a better view they almost fell to the floor. I looked at Ms. Wilson in shock.

“I’m… what… what’s happening?” I managed to stutter in fear, noticing the strange tone of my voice, it came out very soft and extremely girly.

“You look surprised dear, it’s quite simple, why not take a longer look sweetie.” she said, a huge Cheshire cat grin on her devilish face.

I traced my eyes and hands up and over my body, I was tiny. My hands found there way to my chest, boobs… I don’t have boobs I thought in a panic as I felt the massive globes on my now tiny chest. I have boobs, my hands felt my hips and butt, I have curves, oh shit! It dawned on me, please be there, please be there… my hands found my crotch, my penis was gone, only a slit remained, I was a girl.

“I’m… I’m a girl!” I shrieked, “Please, please change me back, please!” I pleaded with all my heart, how she did this I’d never know.

“I can’t do that, besides, you make such a sweet, beautiful little girl!” she taunted as I felt up my body in a panic.

I stood up to look at my reflection in the window, nearly falling flat on the ground as the weight of my new boobs combined with my massive pants tangled around my tiny ankles. Ms. Wilson stood next to me as I stared hard in the mirror. If Ms. Wilson was 5’7”, I couldn’t be more than 4’10” or so, she had made me almost a midget. A large pair of boobs hung from my now tiny chest, even my skin tone had been altered, where I had once been tan I was now far lighter. I stared into my eyes, they were now a dark green like hers, even my face had been drastically altered, I now had very kissable, feminine lips on a small dainty face, framed by arched eyebrows and my once sandy brown hair was now raven black and cut in a feminine page boy style, at least it wasn’t long. I stared at myself speechless, I was a girl, a midget, a fucking midget and a girl, shit!

“You need better clothes than that Virginia.” Ms. Wilson stated matter-of-factly as I stared in shock at my reflection, it had to be acid, it had to, this was way too trippy.

“Virginia,” I asked in my sweet, girly voice, “What kind of name if Virginia?”

“it’s a beautiful name that matches the new you dear, get used to it, it’s yours sweetie!”

“But I’m not a girl!”

“You are now, get used to it, now lets do something about those clothes!” she waved her hand across my face and I could feel a strange tickling sensation across my skin as my clothes shimmered in a strange light and then disappeared.

I could feel a strange sensation across my chest as a bra formed around my huge boobs, a pair of cotton panties around my new privates. My shirt slowly turned into a light pink blouse that fit my new shape tightly, a silk skirt forming around my legs and hips, its hem falling to just above my knees. I could feel my old socks get thinner and thinner as they slowly grew up my legs like vines forming a pair of sheer nylon hose, the feeling indescribable as they slide over my shaven legs. When it finished, I could see I was wearing make up for the first time, I had a nagging feeling that it wouldn’t be my last either.

My reflection was pure girl, I looked like I was sixteen or seventeen although I was the size of a middle school girl, I looked like jail bait. .

“What is going to happen to me, what am I going to do now?” I wanted to start crying, must have been the estrogen that was sweeping across my body.

“To your family you’ve always been Virginia, they wouldn’t expect any different, as for tonight, they know your out late because you were doing community service with the church, they know you’ll be late.”

“Please,” I begged from my knees, “Please change me back, I’ll be good, I promise!” I was pleading for my life, I gave her my best puppy eyes.

“Not a chance sweetie, you’re a girl now, you’ll always be a woman, don’t make promises you can’t keep, get used to the feel of skirts and dresses, now get the hell out of here Virginia before I do something you’ll regret!” her face and her hand gestures told me it was time for me to make my escape, I did.

That was by far the worst night of my life, mind you not that I don’t like being a girl because its alright, its just that no straight guy should ever have to endure what I went through. That night, walking home in the dark, the breeze blowing my skirt against my nylon encased legs, the stares of the guys, everything being so damn big, the sound of my, my heels clicking on the pavement, all of it I would do just about anything to forget.

My body and the world’s perception of me wasn’t the only thing she changed, it seemed that the entire town around her house and mine had been changed too, not only would I have to go to school the next day as a girl, I’d have to do it in a new town, in the middle of a semester. I couldn’t help but think that Ms. Wilson had gone way out of her way to fuck me over for one little prank.

The alarm clock in my room went off way too soon, signaling the first day of the rest of my life. My room had been changed also, while it wasn’t the most feminine room I had ever seen, it certainly wasn’t the room any boy, gay or straight would ever be caught dead in. The walls were a light pink, with small white flowers on them, my bed spread the same color.

I swung myself out of bed, the strange sensation of boobs on my chest and my feet not even coming close to the floor greeted me and reminded me of my, how shall I say, lower status in life. I grabbed for a t-shirt, my body instead grabbed a silky bra. I wanted to wear a pair of boxers but all I had was panties, I had no choice. Wearing my very feminine lingerie I moved to the closet. I pulled out the least offensive blouse in the closet, the soft blue blouse fit snuggly but not too tight. I pulled on a pair of woman’s jeans, the denim fitting perfectly against my shapely hips and waist, small flowers adorned the pockets. Everything was so damn big, why did I have to be so small…!!!

I ran a brush through my hair and made my way to the door, I almost made it.

“Virginia, where do you think you’re going, your face is a mess and you don’t have your purse!” smiled my mother, ah, the pleasures of being a single child, those pesky parents, always watching.

“But…”

“No buts Virginia, its your first day, please try to look your best.”

“Fuck!” I started to walk up the stairs.

“What dear…”

“Nothing mom, nothing…”

I walked back in my room and stared long and hard at the assortment of powders and liquids and all sorts of girly shit I had no clue how to use. It took a few tries but eventually I got it right, some mascara, some blush and some lipstick and a dab of perfume and it was back down the stairs for me… and right back up, apparently jeans weren’t good enough for the first day of school.

I pulled on an knee length skirt that was white and light blue with lots of flowers. At least if I was going to wear a skirt it would be a pretty floral skirt and no one would see my ass. I pulled my socks off and pulled on a pair of white sandal heels, they were very strappy and with their two inch heel raised my height up to right about five feet, oh yeah, I’m a fucking midget.

The walk to school was uneventful if you can call a boy walking in a skirt and heels for the second time in his life uneventful. Just the sound of my heels clicking on the pavement was enough to send shivers down my spine, the strange way you walk on your toes, I can see perfectly clear why women seem to hate heels, now that I’m one I figured I join the group hate.

Ms. Wilson had at least done me the service of having a class schedule ready for me, unfortunately it was the class schedule for a girl. Chorus for first period, US History second, Gym, that would be a fun experience, at least I’d see some naked chic’s and finally Home Ec. I didn’t think Home Ec. even still existed, I thought that went out of style with mutton chops and afro’s, apparently I was wrong.

I walked into what I assumed was the chorus room, I followed the girls and the gay boys, they must know where to go! I guessed right and guess what, surprise of all surprises, who should be my teacher but the great Ms. Wilson! Apparently in her altered world she had added herself to this town too only as the chorus teacher. Add on to that that I have never sang in my life and you get the quick feeling in the pit of your stomach that you’re… if you guessed fucked, give yourself a pat on the back!

She was standing there in her typical dress, looking all proud, she gave me only a cursor glance as I handed her my schedule to show I belonged in her class. With a dismissive glance she ordered me to sit in the front row next to a slightly rounded girl with nerdy glasses. If the Pillsbury doughboy had a sister that’d be her.

“Hi, I’m Teri, what’s your name?” she asked with a bubbly smile.

“Jenny Craig, uh, I mean Virginia S Thompson, I’m new here.” I gave her a polite smile, you know the airline rule on charging obese people for two seats, well, they should implement it in school too.

“What grade are you in, I’m a senior!” Teri said with a grin as she reached into her book bag for her song book, I found I had a book sitting in front of me on a music stand, gee, how convenient.

“I’m a senior too…”

We were cut off by Ms. Wilson starting class.

“We have a new girl with us today, I’d like you all to give Ms. Virginia Thompson a warm welcome!”

No one moved or said anything, nice intro.

“I’ve known Virginia for a few years, she’s a great singer and a good kid, I’m sure you’ll all like her a lot!”

Great, just what I need, my first day of school and everyone already thinks I’m a teacher’s pet, did I mention I was screwed.

The first song we had to sing I think I just kept my mouth open like a fish with a hook in its mouth. I got a little more adventurous with the second and third and I found that I was actually able to sing all of the songs. In fact I found that my voice was able to hit and hold notes that no one else was coming close to. I hate to admit it, even now because of pride but it was right then in that class that I began to feel, even only hours after my change, that I would enjoy my life as a girl a lot more than I had suspected and even, gasp, more than I had as a guy. By the end of class I had wowed them all with my voice and my range and unfortunately I had wowed a few of the guys, a few of them were brave enough to say something.

I made a bee line for the door, walking as fast as my heels and my swaying hips and boobs would let me, meaning not very fast as soon as the class bell rang.

A few of the boys made some weak passes that I brushed off with ease although I may have bruised some egos in the process. The rest of the day and the next few weeks passed with little to no incidents. My mother had backed off her ‘dress code’ after she realized that I wasn’t going to follow it and she even didn’t make me go to every church meeting, a relief for me. School had never been a problem for me in the past, I had always been plenty smart but now that I had no distractions I found I was excelling, Ms. Wilson had at least given me a perfect GPA for my transcript and with the amount of studying and actually paying attention in class, I was suddenly a threat for straight A’s and valedictorian. When the semester came to an end, I had received straight A’s, even in chorus where a silent Ms. Wilson kept an eye on me every waking moment of class. I was even beginning to look forward to the recitals although it meant I’d have to wear a dress, I had to suppress a shudder even as I write these words. It seemed as though by becoming a midget girl I had turned my life around, for once, instead of excelling on the field, I was winning where it really counts, in the classroom. Even my social life was okay, everyone pretty much left me to my own devices, I think all of the boy’s thought I was a lesbian and all the girls thought I was polite, but too good for them, either way, it didn’t matter, I was one semester from graduation and if I turned in another good semester maybe, just maybe I might get to become a guy again.

All my plans went out the window with Christmas break.

“Virginia,” my mother had called as I sat in my room reading one of Stephen Ambrose’s books and listening to Brahms, “I need to speak with you for a second, can you come here please?”

I thundered down the stairs, if you call a ninety pound girl running down anything thundering.

“Ms. Wilson, you know, the young woman from church, she broke her leg and she needs some help around the house, I thought you might like to help her over the break.” She gave me one of those, you are going to do this, shut up and accept it.

“Yeah sure…” I had said, accepting my fate, knowing that Ms. Wilson was bullshitting about her leg, she was just fine, she’s a witch, had to be a trap.

So the next day I packed a few bags to move in with Ms. Wilson over the break, if this wasn’t sucking up to a teacher then I don’t know what is. She opened the door and let me in without a word. We both sat down, she in her chair, me on that damn couch.

“So… how’s classes…” she asked awkwardly.

“Uh… they’re good, yeah…”

She gestured to a tea set on the table before me, I was understandably nervous about the tea, after all the last time I had drank some of her drinks I had become a midget girl. She set my mind at ease by pouring herself a cup from the pot first and sipping it before I took a sip of mine.

“I wanted you here to offer you a proposition of sorts, you see, I’m getting ready to retire and I’m looking for a replacement, I was wondering…”

“You want me to be a witch.”

“Uh yeah, you see, I want to get married and the witch coven’s covenants ban women from being witches and being married, its one or the other. I’ve been a witch for 372 years, I’m ready to settle down and raise a family, however before I can do that, I must train a replacement, I was hoping you might…”

“I might take your place…”

“Right, now I understand the price you’d be paying, I’d do anything for you…”

“Like make me a man?”

“No, I’m afraid you can’t be a witch and a man, if you refuse, that’s understandable, you’ll go back to being a boy at then end of the school year and you’ll never hear from me again, but if you want, this is a once in a thousand lifetime opportunity. I’m not saying it isn’t hard work, it is, but it is very rewarding and fun but I’m just ready for a normal life again.”

“And if I say yes…”

“Then this next month, this break, I’ll start on your schooling, you’ll become my apprentice and I’ll teach you the ways of magic.”

“And if I find it isn’t for me will I be allowed to back out?”

“Oh course, I’d never force you into something you don’t want,” I gave her the death stare, “I mean that you haven’t earned!”

“Fine, I’ll give it a shot.”

“Oh good, well, I’ve already arranged your things and your room so please uh… make yourself at home and relax until supper.”

I suppose I should have been flipped out by all this but after all I had been through the last few months, nothing seemed out of place anymore. If I was to become a witch than a witch I’d become.

The dress code for witch school was and this is stereotypical, but a long, flowing black dress, and yes, I did adjust to wearing a dress, its actually quite comfortable and a black robe. All I needed was a broom and I’d be set. During the day we mixed and fermented potions made of all sorts of weird stuff, I practiced using a wand, I even got to torture Rachael’s, (Ms. Wilson’s first name, she insisted I use it from now on) cat Smokey and turn him into all sorts of weird shit.

In the evenings after eating and cleaning with magic I found my way to a massive library in the basement of her house for individual study. The hours and days I spent in that dungeon reading from ancient texts in languages I didn’t even know existed blew my mind. I now knew most of the worlds languages and was fluent in them, had an advanced understanding of math and of course a blossoming knowledge of magic and witchcraft.

The magic worked in ways I didn’t expect either, it helped to no longer have to ask people to get things down for me, like in the supermarket, when no one was around, I’d pull my wand out and get things down like that rather than having to ask some guy to come help me get it down because I was only 4’10”.

By the time I had to return to school, I had progressed well beyond the point any normal person should go in the acquisition of knowledge. While I was by no means ready to be a full fledged witch, I was well on my way and had definitely struck the final nail in the coffin for my manhood. Every day I wore a dress and learned more ways of the witches, the less and less I wanted to be a guy. In fact, I have to say that the last time I really desired to be a guy was the night before I moved in with Rachael. You can’t start to live until you relax and accept yourself as who you are and I think its safe to say that as I went back to school on that first Monday in January, that I was at peace with Virginia and had even grown to love her.

I was sad when I had to move back in with my mother, she had by now gotten a new boyfriend and they were making all kinds of noise well into the night as I continued my studies for witchcraft. That first day I was a changed woman. I was eager to go to school as I got dressed it was the first day back and I was determined to spend my last semester of school as normally as possible, I was going to live the life that any other high school girl might live, clothes, make up, cliques, even boys, especially boys. As I had relaxed and accepted myself as the girl I was, I found that my mental barriers preventing me from reaching my true potential had fallen and I started to feel urges and desires I had never had for guys before. I had felt them for girls before, but not feeling anything for girls and admiring guys for the hunks they were was quite a change, although, I have to admit, a change for the better.

So on that first day back I pulled on a pair of hose and a little black dress. It was an A-line dress that fell to just above my knee, with a deep v-neck that exposed plenty of my ample c-cup boobs, they really felt like monsters. I brushed my hair until it was perfect, did my make up to perfection, slipped on a pair of three inch black pumps and made the walk to school, a spring in my step that I hadn’t had in a long time.

Everyone, including Rachael, I mean Ms. Wilson noticed a difference, even the cute boy, Bryce Smith who sat several rows over. He complimented me after class, he called me every name in the book and I blushed at every one, he was so cute, especially the way he seemed to stumble over some of the words. School that day was the most fun I’d had in along time, probably ever. Several days later, Bryce invited me to the movies, he didn’t call it a date, but soon thereafter we started seeing each other with more and more regularity.

I met up with Rachael everyday after school to continue my studies. I had progressed to the point where it was less a teach and learn situation as it was a joint study session. We had so much fun together, I couldn’t even imagine how in the world I had despised her so much to as to actually want to cause her harm. As spring came and passed, Bryce and I went to prom together, I wore a deep red satin gown and beautiful three inch heels that made me all of a respectable 5’1” which meant that my face came up to about his stomach instead of his crotch. I became a complete, unashamed woman that night, I used magical protection just incase as we made love to each other like the passionate school children we were. I had had sex as a guy before but this was indescribable, ignoring the pain of the transformation, I couldn’t imagine after that night how any woman would ever want to be anything less than a boy’s girlfriend forever.

But all good things come to a end and so too did the school year. After prom, school went faster and faster until finally it all started to come to an end. Our chorus recitals went off without a hitch, I had the most fun of my life, sex not included, singing on the stage in front of all those people, if you had told me only one year before that the highlight of my high school career would have been singing in the chorus in a beautiful dress I probably would have punched you as hard as I could. So I might have been the smallest girl in the school and I was a girl, I still had a blast.

Graduation came and with it came goodbyes to Bryce and all of my friends I had made second semester. Bryce would be going to college out of state and we’d likely never see each other again but we’d still have Paris, I mean prom night. I would be attending the local university where they had a top notch journalism school where I’d follow in the footsteps of my hero, Hunter S Thompson, minus some of the coke and the suicide part.

I was the valedictorian and with that honor came the speech. I thanked all the usual suspects, my mom, all of my teachers, the Academy, etc. The one person though, the one who meant the most would have to settle for a private thank you, I could never thank Rachael enough. I was wearing a long dark green dress and high heels that made it possible for me to almost see over the podium. She was in a long flowing red dress, the picture of us after the ceremony will forever occupy a space on my desk or my wall, wherever I may be or go.

Shortly after graduation, she and her fiancé had their wedding, Rachael choose me to be her maid of honor. I was needless to say I was honored. She was a beautiful bride, her long white silk dress flowing behind her as her hunky fiancé waited for her on the alter. She was a lucky woman and I think she’d spend her retirement right. As for me, for one thing I learned to enjoy the things woman can wear and do that no man can. I wear dresses whenever I get the chance, maybe after a few centuries they might lose their novelty but for now, I will remain enamored with being a beautiful woman.

Rachael reminded me that I could change my body to any proportion and size but I’m happy the way I am, I don’t know, I kinda hate being short but it is who I am so what the hell. As for school, I know that I can’t get a disease or pregnant so you could say I had a blast at college. I worked my ass off for the school paper and am currently working as a freelance writer. If you hear about a midget writer riding Harley’s or getting arrested for drug abuse you’ll know it was me. Okay, maybe not the drug abuse but certainly the Pulitzer. And if any stories about boys becoming girls, that wasn’t me either!