English! (MC)

The stares burned into him like hot coals as the class stared at him. His cheeks flushed crimson, a wave of shame washing over him as he stumbled a few more steps.

“Lose your way again Stevia?” the teacher quipped, her voice laced with amusement that felt more like mockery. “I see you still haven't learned to dress like a proper lady.” She gestured dismissively at his attire – something that had seemed perfectly normal just moments before but now felt alien and out of place. He looked down once more to see the tight white shirt barely covering his breasts. Cleavage for days. But now he noticed he wasn't wearing jeans at all, but a blue skirt with white fluffy clouds imprinted on it. With his hairless legs, those curves, leading down to his shoes. At least there he still had some resemblance of himself. A black pair of Globe skate shoes.

“Now sit in your seat,” she commanded, pointing to the lone chair tucked away in the furthest corner of the room. It was as if the teacher deliberately wanted him isolated, hidden from the rest of the class.

Steven sank into the seat, clutching his transcript tightly. “Stevia.” The name felt wrong on his tongue, a cloying sweetness that clashed with the bitterness rising within him. It wasn't just the name; it was everything – this new body, this **** femininity, the way he was being treated like a child who needed constant supervision. Like a dumbass.

He tried to focus on the lesson, but every word felt foreign, meaningless. His mind kept replaying the encounter with the secretary, the taste of her cock lingering on his tongue, the heat of her gaze burning into him. The other student before the secretary which also used him for their pleasure.

A few boys in the class were openly staring, their eyes lingering too long on his body, making his skin crawl. That part of him was still him. He was NOT attracted to men at all. Luckily the teacher caught them and reprimanded them sharply, but it didn't stop the feeling of being objectified, a prized possession on display for everyone to gawk at. He wouldn't mind women staring at him, but men? Disgusting!

The bell finally rang, signaling the end of the torturous hour. Steven rose from his seat, his legs shaky and his head spinning. He had no idea what was going to happen next, but he knew one thing: this was just the beginning of a long, strange journey.

A girl from the class grabbed his hand. She was short, maybe 4 foot 11 inches with natural blonde hair in pigtails.

"Hey Stevia, are you ready for your next class?" she asked politely.

The small girl's grip on his hand was surprisingly firm as she steered him through the crowded hallways. He blinked, trying to place her. A flash of memory, fragmented and unclear, flickered in his mind - a similar scene, another helpful classmate guiding him through the school maze.

"Hey Stevia," the girl chirped once more, her pigtails bouncing with every step, "Are you ready for your next class?" She was clearly waiting for an answer form Steven who is still dumbfounded at the days progression.

He managed a weak nod, overwhelmed by the feeling of being guided like a lost puppy. Her voice was sweet, almost cloying, but there was something sharp in her eyes, a flicker of amusement that sent a shiver down his spine. It felt as if she knew something he didn't, something about him, about this new existence that he was struggling to grasp.

He barely registered the passing classrooms, their names and numbers blurring into meaningless symbols. All he could focus on was the feeling of her hand in his, warm and reassuring yet laced with an underlying power dynamic that made his stomach churn with excitement.

Reaching their destination, she finally released his hand, a smirk playing on her lips. "It's not a problem, bimbo," she said, her words dripping with sarcasm. She then sauntered into the classroom and taking her seat, leaving him standing there alone, feeling exposed and ****.

The bell rang, announcing the start of the next class, but Steven stood frozen in place, his mind reeling. This world was turning into a twisted nightmare, where he was the object of everyone's scrutiny and amusement. And he had no idea how to escape it.