I Help Chaperone Field Day

The principal’s assistant took one look at me and assigned me to the indoor team. I’d be making sure high schoolers didn’t cheat at Uno as they cycled through the rotation of games and activities throughout the campus. I didn’t mind being stereotyped if it meant I got to sit in air-conditioning all day.

At two, I took my lunch, meaning I was basically off until the end of the day, when it was time to drive Quentin back home. I ate, then drifted into the sweltering near-summer heat. Standing in a pocket of shade, I watched Quentin struggle through a game of touch football.

He managed to catch the ball, and he was even more surprised about that than I was, but just before he could make it to the end zone, an athletic black kid grabbed his shoulder. Quentin stumbled and fell. I sucked in my breath. The other boy reached out his hand to help him to his feet. Quentin took it gratefully, and play continued.

“Look at our boys out there getting along.” Mr. Daniels’ voice made me jump.

“Um, uh, yep. Good to see.” I dared not look at him, but even so his powerful aura threatened to seduce me. “Never actually laid my eyes on him before. Good kid.”

“Sure is. I’m glad your wife came around to talk sense.”

I stared at the game before me uncomprehendingly; my brain was churning to a halt. “She’s good at that,” I said finally.

“Here’s what I don’t understand.” Mr. Daniels turned to me and waited for me to look at him. When I did, I had to stifle a gasp. Every inch of him was slick with sweat. I smelled his musk and remembered what it felt like to be on the floor with his black cock inside me. I shivered. He continued, “Why would your wife, who, according to Mrs. Antorelli, divorced you three years ago, do anything to help your bitch ass?”

“Well, um, it was a big favor to ask–” I squeaked. I would have continued if he hadn’t pulled out a pink bottle of X-Change.

“How about we cut the shit? Take a pill, and I won’t share the tape I made with all the parents.”

“You can’t–”

“Think Quentin would like seeing that?”

“But, but, I have to drive home. I can’t let him see me as a woman.”

“Not my problem,” Mr. Daniels growled.

Reluctantly, I took the bottle from his hand. In a few weeks, Quentin would graduate, and this would all be over. Desmond gripped me by the neck, from a distance it might look friendly, but I was in his dominant clutches. He pinched me tight and marched me toward the woods.

When we rounded the corner, disappearing from sight, he pushed me to the ground. I fell among the roots and the dirt. I couldn’t suppress a whimper.

Mr. Daniels towered over me, a pillar of black masculinity. “Take it bitch,” he snarled.

My nerves jangled in anticipation. I understood the depths of my humiliation. Once again, I was sacrificing my manhood for the sake of my son.

A thought teetered on the edge of my consciousness. I tried to keep it out, but it was persistent. Yes, the difference was that this time I knew how much pleasure he would give me..

The transformation was near instant. X-Change must only take a while the first time as it acquainted itself with the user’s genetic code. Familiar boobs sprouted from my chest. My ass softened. In a split-second, every bit of me had turned feminine.

Mr. Daniels smiled down with wolfish delight. “I’m gonna enjoy this,” he said.