Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2007 16:26:46 -0500
From: erj210@aol.com
Subject: My Life as A Tramp Part:1  (TG Fiction)

Disclaimer:
This Story is meant mainly for adults, and is just for such.

Story: This story has multiple parts.  There's no sex in this so refer to
one of the other ones for that.  Also, this is based on a story by The
Professor called Withes of Fairmount High, so you may have to read parts of
it in order to understand parts of this story.

My Life as a Tramp
Part 1

High school health, they might as well call it Sex Ed part two.  Okay, so
we covered nutrition, doctor's visits, and exercise, but the last week has
been nothing but sex.  I'm just about sick and tired of it.  Not the sex
part mind you, just the part were the guys squawk like a herd of animals,
and the girls begin denying everything they deal with once a month.  Yes,
its been bad, and to make matters worst, I'm in a practically public
school, so there's little the teacher can do, or will do.

As I round the hall, and head down to health, I begin to spot members of my
class heading the opposite direction.  Since we've hit sex not one member
of my class has missed a single day, so why would they choose today to
skip?  To make matters worst, these idiots are not my friends.  My friends
got lucky and ended up in a smaller class early in the morning.  This late
afternoon class is a pain in the butt.  Everyone's awake at this time of
the day.

As I continue down the hall and see more of the male population of my class
head in the opposite direction, I can only wonder why they all head in the
different direction.  I don't dare ask one of them to tell me what's going
on, after all, there all testosterone junkies, and I'm considered a nerd by
most surveys.

I finally make it to class just in time to see the entire female population
of the class in their seat, discussing something.  It's only then I notice
the announcement on the board.

All Male students please head to room 222.

`Well, that's not fair.'  I think to myself.  My only explanation of this
is the fact that my classmates are idiots and now I'm suffering for them,
again.

With little hesitation, I turn around and head for the door.  I don't have
much time as the bell is to ring in about two minutes, and room 222 is on
the other side of the building.

In about five minutes I finally make it to the room.  I only just avoided
several hall monitors who would have very easily sent me to the office to
sit around for an hour while the principle plays computer golf, but now I
have to deal with a new teacher, with new policies.  I don't know what this
one will do to me for being so late. (Keep in mind the class is only
forty-five minutes long)

As I gaze into the room, I realize the teacher isn't here yet.

`That's good.'  I think.

I can't even start moving into the room before I receive a tap on the
shoulder.  I turn to see a young woman; no, girl would probably be a better
description.  To be completely honest, she's hot, but I figured I recognize
a girl that looks like her.  Her hair is a light to dark brown, eyes green
and lively, and a face so lovely that a blind man could see it.  I'm to
close to make out her body, but from the top of her, which only comes to
about a few inches below me, I'd say she's probably loaded.  To make me
even more confused is the simple fact that she's here.  Aren't all the
girls in the other room?

"I know you're late because of the class change," she starts in the nicest,
sweetest tone I've ever heard.  "but I need you to take your seat as soon
as possible."

"Yes?" I immediately follow her order, but I'm still left asking questions.
`Is that girl the teacher, she looks like she could be younger than me?'

I take a seat in the front of the room out of habit.  Of course, that could
be a mistake.  While these bums are sex-a-holics, they'd still never sit in
the front of a room.  I ignore the glares from my `peers' and refocus on
the woman, who is now placing her name up on the board, who claims to be
our teacher.  I was right, she is a complete knock out.  Her rather short
pleated skirt, black stockings, and white, form hugging blouse only
accentuate her rather generous proportions.  While she doesn't have the
biggest chest in the world, its perfect for her size, and shape.  To be
completely honest, her whole body is rather perfectly shape, almost
athletically.  She is extremely cute, its just to bad she's a teacher.
After she places the name Ms. Marset on board, she places the chalk on the
ledge and turns towards the class.  Her stance is rather childish, and
causes a few of the guys to gasp at how she is acts.

"Hello everyone."  She starts, "I am Ms. Marset and I will be taking over
the last part of the sexual education chapter."

"By doing what, stripping?"  One of the guys yells from the back.

The girl just tilts her head and closes her eyes.  "You know, its an
attitude like that that got you guys separated form your previous class.
Now," she then goes down to a book on the desk in front of her.  "First I
will need to take roll, and then I can introduce how we are going to
perform the course from now on."

"In you pussy I hope."  Another student replies. It is immediately followed
up with hoots and hollers from the rest of the class.

"Zip it."  The girl says.

While I figured to say something like that is a complete waste in a high
school class, everyone in the class immediately stopped talking.  To make
matters odder, I felt an eerie urge pass over me that focused on my throat.
I grunted a little just to make sure I wasn't coming down with a cold.

"Good," The teacher continues.  "Now, I just want to hear here, that's all
got it?"  I heard nothing, but she seemed to get the answer she wanted.
"Now, Anderson."

After a few seconds, I finally here him say, "Here."

"Burnet."

"Here."  With fear in his voice.

"Caplin."

"Here."

"Carter."

"Here."

"Ernesto."

"Here."

"Finnly."

"Here."

"Harper."

"Here."

"Lamar."

"Here."

"Madison."

That would be me.  "Here." I respond.  Of course, I'm also the last.  One
of the main jokes of the class was that there was always more girls then
guys in this class, about twice if you count me as one of the girls
according to most jokes.

She then looks up from the page. To be more specific, she looks straight at
me.  "Good, but Mr. Madison, I have noted down here that you don't have to
stay if you don't want to."

"Yeah, that's right Jessie.  Go back with the..."

That voice was immediately stopped by a stare from the teacher.  I'm
actually surprised it worked.

"Its okay I guess.  Unless I go back to the other room, theirs no were to
go."

The teacher must understand my point, and simply nods her head in
agreement.

"Okay then, class.  Were going to do something special today."  She says
with a smile on her face.

I can here people moving around in their seats, but I know were not having
sex, so I don't know why they're getting happy.

"Hey Ms. Marset?"  One of the guys suddenly calls out.

"Yes."

"Were havin sex right?"  With that, another laugh goes off from the back of
the room.

Ms. Marset on the other hand, just dips her head slightly.  "Is that all
you guys think about?" in a rather depressed tone.

"No, sports."  Another D- students yells from the back.

"Well then, you will enjoy what I have in store for you."  She says with a
smile.

"Yeah,"

 "Alright!"

"Its about Time!"

All kinds of comments fly from the back of the room.  Of course, I feel
differently on the subject.  I don't necessarily want to have sex.  I mean,
I can get off looking at any girl just as easily as the next guy, but come
on.

"Yep, in fact, this assignment will continue into next week."

`There goes spring break.  Last class of the day, on the last day before
the break, and we get homework.'

"Yep, you will all have so much sex, you'll get sick of it."  She
continues.

Cheers immediately erupt from the back of the room.  I remain silent.

"And the best part of all is,"

I here someone in the back shush everybody in anticipation of the news.
The room quiets so well, I think I can here the classes on the other side
of the cinder brick walls of the room.

"You will all be girls."  She finally finishes.

I didn't think it was possible, but the room actually gets quieter.  Of
course, even I'm left speechless to that one.

`She may be cute, but she's off her rocke...'  Its only then I realize that
she may be more genuine than everybody thinks.  The feeling I had in my
through earlier, the fact that everyone's been almost respectable.  `Could
she be a... no she can't that's impossible.  Is it?'

"That's right, because all of you think having tons of sex is so much fun,
you will all get to view it from the other side of the fence.  You will all
be like broken candy machines, putting out like theirs no tomorrow.  You
guys are only so sexed up because you forget what it's really about, having
children.  But don't worry, your female counterparts are also getting in on
this.  Some of them, the more decent ones will become guys, and they will
all have you until your `pussies' can take no more.  Not to mention, the
spell I've chosen will also make you madly attracted to your friends, and
when they do you, they will all cum buckets.  Of course the girls who do
have a few brain cells in the other class will get other activities, but
from what I last heard, that's almost none."

After a long pause, a question finally erupted from the back of the room.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes Hans?"

"So you mean to tell me that your going to turn all us into...girls.  Isn't
that like, impossible."

"Oh, no.  It's actually quiet easy, much easier that the reverse.  You see,
if any of you had bothered to listen during class you'd know that both the
male and female body have all the parts for being the other, except the
female body doesn't contain a Y chromosome.  So converting a guy to a girl
on the genetic level is easy.  Of course, its harder doing it the reverse
cause once that Y is gone, its gone, so basically we have to sort of
extract one from your other DNA, and that takes time. Time I'd I won't
spend on those of you who get pregnant over the break.  Any one of you who
are pregnant will spend the rest of their lives as a girl.  Of course, on
Saturday, I'll expect you all to write a paper on your experiences of
worrying over weather your pregnant, and yet still wanting to lay the next
thing with a penis the next day."

"But, what we if don't go along." Some else asks.

"You have simply no choice in the matter, because while you'll remember
being boys, your personalities will be as if you were always a girl.  So in
a since your male selves will only be highly realistic fantasies, that mean
a lot to you, but are just that, fantasies."

There was no response, and I have to admit, I don't like the sound of this
one bit.  I can't be a girl, besides I had been looking forward to this
recital my band is having on Saturday.  The only problem is, I could have
never been on that band if I was a girl.  Its with guys I new from my
elementary school, an all boys elementary school.  Matter a fact, I'm only
still on that band because the leader is a friend of the family and says I
had too much talent just to quit when I left.  I wouldn't have met none of
them, and I don't want to be some whore.  This isn't fair, why am I always
the one paying for what everyone else does.

"Okay guys, here you go."

Immediately, I tightened every muscle that I could control. I figured that
if I can control were my parts are, she can't do anything to me.  While a
good idea, my resistance wasn't enough.  Her powers simply pushed past the
tightened muscles.  I felt pressure build on my member, and then suddenly
disappear.  I can feel my chest begin to balloon out, and a strange
tingling in my fingers.  Next thing I knew, I could feel my waste sort
change shape.  I could feel my hips slightly expand against the chair, and
my internal organs begin to twist into different shapes.  Finally, I can
feel my hair slide past my shoulders, but from what I can figure, it didn't
go too far.  Well, I have always worn my hair long.

Before long, my body stopped, and my cloths took other.  My jeans shrunk
until they were just over form fitting, my shirt shrunk several sizes until
it to was form fitting, but to my relief, it was left a little long so I
don't have to worry about the world seeing my underwear.  Then finally, I
feel a piece of smooth fabric rap itself around my new, larger chest, and
then my shoulders.

`It must be a bra.'  I thought.  I almost cried.

After that though, there was nothing.  I figure now its going to be my
brain.  I waited and watched the teacher in fear.  She just stands there
with her eyes closed.  Changing so many people at one must be a serious
burden on her, but like I should care, she just pretty much ruined my life.
As time moves on, I become less afraid and more get this over with. But
eventually, Ms. Marset just slumps and then looks back up at the class in a
rather tried version of her rather chipper attitude.  I turn around for the
first time to see the rest of the class.  As I do, I feel my new
proportions move about.  My breast flapping about introduces an interesting
feeling that I've never felt before.  Especially as they shift around in
their seemingly silk prison. The class, however is an equally odd sight.
They all look like a bunch of bimbos.  Those who obviously don't have large
breast, keep what they do have pushed up to display what little fat
packet's they have to show everyone.  All there clothing is skin tight, and
their makeup heavy.  The whole time I'm left thinking, `She only realizes
this is going to make more regular girls sluts.  If they think that's the
only way they can get a guy, more and more are going to convert.'

I turn around fully intent on yelling this to the teacher, but the bell
rings before I can do anything.  The herd of sluts immediately leaves the
room.  I don't even have a chance to stand up.  So I decide to just take it
for now, and stand up and grab my back pack.  I start walking to the door
only for Ms. Marset to close it before I can even reach it.

"Okay."  I say to myself.  "What's she up to now?"

Suddenly the woman comes towards me.  Her face seems apologetic, but of
course I doubt that's the case.

"Jessie, I know your probably feeling kind of bad right now."  She sounds
rather pathetic.  `Of course I'm feeling bad, what did I do to deserve
this?'

"Of course I'm feeling bad, what did I do to deserve this!"  Okay, so for
the first time ever I yelled my mind at a teacher.

She just nods and continues, "I figured as much.  Please, don't feel bad.
They've been harassing a friend of my mother's and I was called in to help
out, to give them a new perspective.  That's why I did what I did.  Of
course, she told me that you were to be left out, but when I try to put a
spell on so many at a time, I can't always pick certain people out of the
spell as a whole.  Fortunately, I can specify some of the parts, or at
least minimize there effects.  It's why you still have your memory, and not
starving for sex."

"Than why don't you change..."  I stopped immediately.  She's standing only
a few feet in front of me, so the reason why she can't change me back
immediately is obvious.  She's exhausted.  She's almost to the point of
passing out.  "So.."  I say trying to change my stance, "when can you
change me back?"

Her head shifts towards the ground, and for the first time I see the
conflict within her.  This just isn't a logistical problem; it's a moral
problem for her.

"I'm hoping by tomorrow."  She says in a rather lethargic, but sweet tone.

I actually feel sorry for her.  To make matters worst, for the first time I
realize my new height.  By some rather hidden instinct, I picked up her
hand, and lead her to the teacher's seat.  I figured that not only is it
easier to get in than those lousy chair-desks that they sit us in but its
closer as well.  Of course, the solid oak piece of junk isn't all that
comfortable ether.  I then kneel in front of her, looking straight up in
her face.  She smiles gently towards me and starts, "You are very kind
aren't you?"

I have no choice but to smile back at her.  She is extremely cute, too bad
she's the teacher.

"You know, you can have your feelings for me, I'm not a teacher.  In fact,
I'm probably younger than you are."

"Huh, but..."

"I'm about fourteen, and I can't read you thoughts, but I can sense your
emotions, and there as close to your thoughts as you can get. Of course,"
She peeks up as she changes the subject, "you can always enjoy yourself
until then.  Matter a fact, we can meet up tomorrow at the mall, and maybe
can get together."

"That sounds like a plan."  I say with an unintentional smile.

I was about to get up, and except my temporary fate when an unknown guest
enters.

"Oh, Ms. Hammond."  Ms. Marset says suddenly.

I stand and turn around to face her.  It's Ms. Hammond.  She's new her for
this semester, but is in the lower classes, so I've never had her.
Although there is a rumor going around that she got in some sort of trouble
in her last school and resigned under even more unusual circumstances.
There are also some warnings about her.  She's mean, and a man hater.
She's been listed as avoid at all cost.

"So did you do it?"  Ms. Hammond says looking completely past me.

Ms. Marset struggles to her feet, although I'm sure it wasn't on purpose.
For some reason, she seems afraid of her.

"Yes mam."

"Is this one of them?"

`Always nice to be referred to as `it' right in front of my face.'

"Yes mam."

"Good.  But she doesn't seem as, slutty as I would imagine."  She says
looking me over.

"Um, miss, this one was innocent.  I was told not even to involve him..."
Ms. Marset is immediately cut off.

"I don't care.  There all guilty of something, or is it that your to tired
to do the job you volunteered for."

"Listen, I was told just.."

"Well were changing the plans a little okay. Now do I have to..."

"No!" Ms. Marset yells.  It's obvious she's been caught up in something she
didn't want to get involved in.  "I can do it."

"Okay, but I'm watching you."

From that point, I can feel my mind begin to change.  I can feel part of
myself begin to burn for some reason.  I try to dull out the feeling, but a
combination of lack of experience, and this new spells is preventing it.  I
can feel my crotch begin to get hungry for something, but what I don't
know.  I can also feel my perception of things begin to change.  I no
longer want to just experience life as a girl, but being a girl feels more
normal to me, but its there that the growing feelings suddenly stop.

"There, he's just like the rest of them."  Marset says with a huff.

"Good." Hammond then walks out the room.

As I wonder why she's so upset, for some reason, the actually purpose of
her visit is a mystery.  Of course, it isn't hard to tell that Hammond is
outside waiting in the hall.

I decide there's no reason to fight it anymore, and begin my departure.  Of
course, I'm grabbed by Ms. Marset, and she begins whispering in my ear.

"I will meet you outside the Food Court of The Avenues Mall at noon, and
please keep fighting for you memory.  Question everything, you will regain
it."

I don't know what she meant by that, but for some reason, something inside
me agreed to what she was saying.  Figuring that at the moment, remembering
a few tid-bits of memory is second to getting home.

To Be continued.