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Synopsis

Jessica is a 17 year old girl. The first child of Tom and Francine's two kids she is a spoilt brat, at school she is at the heart of the social circle, an integral member of the cheer squad. She is also an alpha bitch and doesn’t care who or what she hurts just as long as she can have her own way. However things turn around when her behaviour leads to another teen being outed as transgendered and ends up committing suicide. Three nights later a woman appears and turns her into the boy she might have been born as with all the feelings of being a girl inside, in essence she is made transgendered, altering her life drastically.

Part 1

I was once a spoilt teenage girl who thought the world revolved around me and that everyone should kneel at my feet or risk my displeasure if they didn’t toe the line.

That, however all ended one October, a few years ago.

Cheer practice was over and the rest of the squad and I had finished showering and had gone outside to the bleachers to catch the rest of the football teams practice. We weren’t really interested in the football but the players themselves were another story. Most of the guys on the team were hot and one or two of us wanted to snag some.

I didn’t need to as I was already dating the captain, Jeff. He was a grade ‘A’ hunk and we looked good together. He was so easy on the eyes that I didn’t mind that some of his attitude toward people in general was a bit unpleasant. Maybe it was because birds of a feather flock together as I tended to have the same dim views on anyone slightly less different or out of place which is what led to what happened my life changing.

As we sat on the bleachers we soon got bored of talking about the boys on the field. That’s when I noticed the boy on the next row of bleachers. He had longish hair and was busy going through what appeared to be some notes. I’d seen him around a couple of times but as he was obviously so far below my social circle I’d never paid him the time of day.

I looked at the others and pointed out the next person to provide us with a bit of fun. The rest of the girls followed my lead and as a group we descended on the poor boy.

“Hi, what are you doing” I asked him.

He jumped up looking startled.

“Um, nothing,” he said a little too quickly.

Stacy grabbed one of the files he’d dropped when he’d jumped up.

“Oh come on, you looked so busy, is it homework or something?” I replied.

“No, please give that back,” he said, almost angrily.

“Let me take a look see,” said Stacy.

The boy made a lunge for it but Stacy saw it coming and handed to Amy who threw it to me.

I couldn’t catch it and it fell to the ground, littering the ground with a number of printed pages.

“A TRANSSEXUAL’S STORY-HOW I STOPPED BEING A BOY AND TURNED INTO A WOMAN.” I read.

I turned to my victim and smirked.

“Why do you have this?” I asked.

“No reason,” he said.

I rolled my eyes, “Yeah right. You want to be a girl don’t you,” I said before laughing.

“Hey this guy wants to be a chick,” I snickered.

My posse laughed. We started making fun of him calling him a faggot.

“You’d make such an ugly girl,” I said just to hurt him. It was far from the truth. He had a delicate face that looked out of place on a boy his age. However I’d sensed he was different and was making the most of it.

The other girls made snide comments and he stood there helplessly, tears falling. We laughed some more as we left him to his own devices. His silent crying was no fun so we left the silly kid alone. It didn’t end there though. I made sure to tell my boyfriend that Joey wanted to be a girl knowing that he’d have a go at him as well.

I guessed right, Jeff tormented the kid for the next month and a half, calling him a fag whenever he could. He shoved him into his locker once before long more people joined in. Someone put bra and panties into his locker and they fell out when he unknowingly opened it. People laughed and it became open for season for Joey-baiting, the bullying intensified. A lot of kids made catcalls whenever he was around. It spread online with his Facebook wall being a place for all sorts of slurs with people who’d befriended him turning on him. When he shut down the account someone set up a group dedicated to dissing him.

Joey became miserable and when his family heard about what was going on they tried to find out why he was being bullied. He told them he was transgendered. Though they were an open family they were taken aback by this and tried to tell him this wasn’t the case. Joey however knew this wasn’t a phase as they insisted and he believed his family would turn against him like the kids at school and there was no way he’d let himself watch his loved ones begin to hate him. Seeing no way out, Joey decided to end his life.

The entire school was shell-shocked by his death. I was particularly taken aback and wondered if it was my fault for outing him. I wasn’t myself for two days, wracked with guilt.

Jeff persuaded me otherwise. He told me Joey was a loser who took the cowards way out.

"It had nothing to do with you bae," he reassured me.

I eagerly clung to his explanation as I didn't want someone's death on my conscience. By the end of the day I was was back in high spirits doing my queen bee act.

It was almost enough to make me forget I'd had anything to do with Joey’s death. Fate had other ideas though, I will never forget that night. Just before I drifted off to sleep I saw Joey’s face and that day when I’d taunted him. I feel into a fitful sleep. I cannot remember my dreams which may be a good thing because of what happened next. I awoke suddenly in the night, feeling something wasn’t right.

A woman stood at the foot of my bed a scowl on her face. She was tall and slender with jet black her. She seemed ageless. Her eyes were grey but the expression in them was stone cold and they scared me.

Instinctively I screamed but she clenched her fist and my voice failed me, I was actually choking.

“Don’t bother, no one will hear you,” she told me.

She unclenched her first and the choking feeling subsided. However I still couldn’t talk. This was obviously no concern of hers as she clearly wanted me to listen.

“Joey was a good child who would have been a wonderful and productive woman. She would have changed the world for the better. Your taunts led to his death and for that you will pay,”

‘I didn’t make him kill himself,’ I wanted to shout.

“You did. By exposing him before he was ready you made him lose hope. Had you left him alone he would have managed to tell his parents and get help in becoming the woman he should have been. You must be punished. A life for a life,” she declared before lifting her hand. I didn't have to be told that I was being executed.

‘No!’ I screamed in my mind, I didn’t want to die.

She paused in mid strike while I looked at her in sheer terror.

‘Very well, I won’t end you. I may have another punishment for you,’

She reached into the air and began chanting. My room brightened with a red light. I suddenly felt an intense pain in every fibre of my body. My bones creaked and my muscles ached like never before while skin felt like molten wax. Horrified I watched my chest flatten and my C-cup breasts disappear leaving nothing but a flat chest in their place. I felt something shift in my neck while my long blonde hair which I was so proud of, shortened rapidly. I realised what was happening and looked to my crotch, despite the intense pain. Something was growing in my panties, something I shouldn’t have.

I was turning into a boy.

I screamed and passed out.

To be continued