Daneille's Tale

The first in a collection of Whateley Academy Fanfics.

Chapter 1

7 AM, Friday October 10 2014 - Franks family home
PD Day! I’ve a long weekend, also a whole day I didn’t have to worry about mom being around. I unscrewed the knob on my bed post, and pulled out my bottle of pills. I quickly dry swallowed my daily androgen blocker, and put the bottle back. Even though Dad had helped me get the blockers, I had to hide them. Mom’s opinion on the entire LGBT community was worse than her opinion on mutants. Her usual rant was that mutants didn’t choose it, those with alternate sexuality did. She firmly believed that both groups should at the least be locked up away from “decent folk”, better yet “culled”.

Fortunately Dad didn’t agree with either viewpoint, but we had both learned that confrontation with Mom wasn’t worth the headache. Sooner or later it was going to come, but in a little over a year, I could legally request emancipation.

Once the pills were securely hidden again, I picked up my sketchbook, I had recently been sketching a wish fulfilment. The girl I would be if I could. I had been reading stories by ElrodW about a near magical box that people could transform themselves with. I used private browsing mode for those websites, wouldn’t be good if my mother saw what I was reading.

I would often fantasise finding one of these boxes, and I was drawing what I would turn myself into. I had been drawing this girl for a couple of months now. Many copies, refining the detail with each new iteration.

If only it were real, I think I have her perfect now, 6'2", yeah, I know really tall for a girl, but I have been cursed with only being 5'6", I hate being shorter than everyone. Long black hair with purple streaks, really long, even in a high ponytail the ends reach mid-thigh. High cheek-bones, emerald green eyes, plump kissable lips, glistening with cherry flavoured lip polish.

Breasts, you may be thinking I would draw them large, but am not some boob obsessed pile of hormones. Remember I am on androgen blockers? I admit that I tried larger breasts, and the drawing just didn’t feel right, I still have it lurking in my sketch book, no, small, firm high breasts, a large a-cup, or small b were just right. Nicely toned with some muscle definition, honey coloured skin. Skin that was completely without hair. I hadn't started shaving yet, why spoil that trend if I became a girl.

She was beautiful, but she was not the only thing I drew, dragons of various sizes, from one that would fit in the palm of your hand to ones that were jumbo-jet sized. Cats and unicorns as well, I mean what kind of girl doesn’t have unicorn pictures?

Finally I heard my mother leave, I waited a few more minutes, morning meetings with her always cast a pall on the rest of the day. Apparently I should have been more like Benjamin, my brother. I was a disappointing accident she would tell me any chance she got. The fact that he was in jail for the foreseeable future having been convicted of three counts of statutory rape. It had been pretty much an open and shut case, especially since paternity could be confirmed. The sentence had been long since he was not at all apologetic, he even seemed proud. Why you may ask did my mother think I should be more like this stain on society? Well he was a man, and she firmly believed that the three girls had seduced him. I ask, how can a 13 year old girl seduce an eighteen year old?
Enough dwelling on the insanity that was my family, I took one last longing look at the latest incarnation of my dream girl, and headed for the shower.

Showers were never the highpoint of my day, at least wearing clothes I could ignore the travesty of my male body, but in the shower I could not. What really didn’t help was the full length fog-free mirror on the wall opposite the taps. That mirror was the reason I had learned to shower with my eyes closed.

Today was no different, at least it started that way. I usually liked the water almost scaldingly hot, but I quickly felt overheated, like I was burning up. I adjusted the water colder and it gave some relief, the colder I made it, the more relief it offered. Soon I had completely shut the hot tap and still I felt like I was burning up from the inside. I don’t know how long I stood there with the cold water washing over me like a cooling balm.

Eventually the unusually fevered feeling went away so I reached for the shower door handle as I did every day. Get out of the shower before opening my eyes, and I wouldn’t have to look at the boy in the mirror. This morning something was wrong, I couldn’t find the handle, so was forced to open my eyes to find it.

There was a girl in the mirror! A girl I recognised! I should recognise her, I kept drawing her. I spun around mystified as to how she got in the shower without my noticing. As I spun my feet slid out from under me and I fell. I must have hit my head or something, because the next thing I knew I was lying on the shower floor, the cold water still streaming over me. It was no longer the cooling balm it had been before, instead it was like icepicks driving into my skin. I reached up and adjusted the water temperature, and dared to look in the mirror again. The girl was gone.

As I warmed up I kept turning up the water temperature, and thought back to what I had seen. There had not been anyone in the shower with me, all I had seen in the mirror was my dream girl, not me and my dream girl, just her. Had I been delirious? I looked again, still a boy. Arrg! had it been a dream, a delirium? I tried to picture her in my mind, but found myself picturing the drawing I had perfected.

Suddenly I felt different and there was a weight hanging from the back of my head. I opened my eyes again. The girl was back! More carefully this time, I checked behind me, I was the only person there. Hardly daring I looked down at my body, I was the girl. I am a girl. How?

It didn’t take long. I must be a mutant. There was no other explanation I could come up with. But why did I keep changing? Watching I pictured the boy body I was cursed with. Almost instantly, there it was again, the body I hated. Was it the just the one picture I wondered. I focused my mind on my first attempt to draw the girl I would like to become, one that was probably more realistic than my wish. No taller than me, but with much bigger breasts and shoulder length hair the same blond as my own. Again the sudden shift and I was that girl. She looked like a cheerleader, I imagined what she would look like in a cheer outfit. As I did this I felt an odd pull, not physical, more mental. Before I could wonder what it was, I was wearing the school cheerleading outfit, and it was getting very wet in the shower.

I wanted to be a girl, sure, but not a cheerleader, the property of one of the football heroes, or possibly more than one. I shuddered and with another pulling sensation the outfit vanished.

If I could be two different girls I wondered about some of the other pictures in my sketchbook. Warmer now I shut off the shower, what one should I try? Not the unicorn, I don’t think it would fit and it’s hooves might damage the floor, same problem with the dragons, perhaps the dragonling? I didn’t think it would work, it was only 6 inches long, but no harm in trying. Picturing the drawing in my mind I suddenly felt like the shower was growing around me. It was huge, or I was tiny. I couldn’t see the mirror so I tried to jump up. I then saw a dragonling hovering in the air, or actually I guess I saw myself as a dragonling hovering in the air. I flew around the shower for a bit before landing. Being a little dragon was fun, but not nearly as glorious as being the girl I had drawn. Landing on the floor I pictured her again, and no sooner thought than done, I was her again, this time with dry hair.

In fact, I was completely dry, I wondered if I could do the clothes trick again, and pictured the outfit I had drawn her in most recently. I felt the odd pull again, and clothes appeared, skin tight black leather pants, boots with a four inch heal that rose just over the knees, and a one shoulder crop top in a rich purple.

OH YEAH! I could become the girl I wanted to be, and I could make the clothes I wanted with just a thought. I jumped for joy, perhaps not the wisest move in a wet shower, but the only problem that presented itself was that skin tight leather without panties is not something you really want to try. A simple thought corrected my oversight.
(tbc)