(Originally added by Badmouth)
After Alan dropped him off, Steve spent a moment reflecting.
Dressing for school that morning, he had counted himself lucky to still have his own body. While his hair had mysteriously vanished (except on his head, where it had grown and changed color to look like his daughter's), he was still tall and relatively muscular. Where it counted, he was still a man.
Then he had squeezed himself into a pair of Megan's plain cotton panties and put on her training bra over his hairless chest. To say that this was humiliating would be a huge understatement. Worse, it was like his daughter's clothing was messing with his head.
Did I really wonder how big my boobies were going to get? Where did that thought even come from?
But the answer was obvious; it was one of Megan's thoughts. As he finished dressing, the mental intrusions continued, and by the time he was finished he knew the name of a boy he liked, that he had a math test today, that a new Justin Bieber album would be coming out soon, that his period was due in less than a week, and that he didn't like the way his mom treated him sometimes.
But it's not me. Filing in behind the other students entering the building, Steve had to keep reminding himself of that. I'm taller than all the other kids, and even most of the teachers. I have a penis still. I'm not a girl.
The glimpse he caught of himself in the bathroom mirror told him otherwise. It wasn't until he was back in the hallway that he realized he had, without thinking, entered the girls' bathroom. Fortunately, it had been empty at the time.
In his first class, English, Steve discovered the downside of keeping his body. His knees would barely fit under his desk. While the teacher droned on, he took notes in pink ink, his handwriting neat, tidy, and undeniably feminine. Flipping to a previous page in Megan's binder, he found he could not distinguish her writing from his own.
"Now it's time for you to get into your groups to discuss the reading," the teacher suddenly announced.
With practiced efficiency, the students moved their desks into several circles. Dozens of conversations were breaking out around him as the kids used the opportunity to catch up on their weekend activities. When a girl named Laura began describing her Saturday shopping excursion to him, Steve found himself an eager participant in the discussion. "That top is so cute," he said, looking down at her, and at her bare shoulders. Inside, he found himself jealous over how well Laura filled out her new tanktop.
Aside from Laura, there were two other people in the group, two guys and another girl. While Steve had never read the work they were discussing, he remembered it, and found he even had strong opinions about it.
But when one of the boys disputed his interpretation, he smiled shyly, averted his gaze, and withdrew from the conversation. He really wanted to disagree with the boy, but it seemed inappropriate somehow. While the conversation continued without him, he doodled in Megan's binder, letting the butterflies in his stomach settle.
Just as the groups broke up, he found the boy staring at him, and the butterflies were back. Along with an unexpected and very unpleasant erection. Steve could only squeeze his thighs together and hope nobody noticed.
"He likes you," Laura whispered. Steve shook his head. Could this get any more humiliating?
Then he remembered what his next class was.
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