Chapter 10

Gabe still slept on the floor that night, him being an adult made it feel wrong even if he knew nothing was going to happen. Sarah and Jennifer had been down right friendly throughout the stupid game. None of that changed the fact that they weren’t his friend and he wasn’t a female student. It also had a lot to do with him refusing to stupidly put himself in a position where anyone could find Gabriella had false breasts and realized he was a boy.

A tired teen could fall asleep just about anywhere, heck one of his frat brothers had gone to bed on stairs once. Gabe on the other hand very much enjoyed a soft mattress. His exhaustion was enough that the second he closed his eyes, sleep took him. Unfortunately, sleeping on the floor while wearing a tight bra was the perfect recipe for back pain. Combined with his aching feet from the unfamiliar feminine footwear left him waking up often. The anxiety and fear he had of being exposed to left it more difficult to fall back to sleep and when he did it was full of awkward dreams that had him waking up frequently.

Laying on his back, the room still very much dark, the tired man took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly as he tried to count to ten, then multiplying the number. Simple math to help distract himself from the horrors of the day and hopefully relax enough to fall back to sleep. His last thoughts before drifting off again was how he wished he was anywhere else. A better job at a university as he worked his way towards a phd was somewhere he wanted to be, but he would take the state highschool back home. Anywhere other than on a trip where he had to pretend to be a girl, all while being bullied by teens.

Waking up in his own bed Gabriella blinked a few times, shaking his head at the nightmare that he was a student once more and walking around in heels or some such madness. Taking it in stride he got up out of bed, running his hands across his toned body before getting dressed for his day at work. Intently he was walking down the school's hallways in a way that only really made sense in a dream.

Gabriel, stepping with a bit of a swagger, running his thumb and index finger across his mustache and nodding to the various students on the way to his classroom, each one more than a head shorter than him, making him have to look down to meet any of their gazes. Each of them looked at him with pride that they got to be his pupil. Boys looked at him with envy, hoping to one day be like him, while the girls looked at him like they did to Indiana Jones when he was doing his professor role. Opening the door to his class room, 11D a letter that reflected the grades of many of his students, in there was Mr. Banks, taller than ever sitting at his own desk.

“Glad you could join us, Princess. You’re late for your final exam.” Gabe knew there was both anger and ridicule in Bank’s voice as he realized that he wasn’t a man or even a teacher. Like many other dreams he just knew these to be facts and didn’t need to be considered. She was standing in class wearing her fuck me six-inch black stripper heels and the mini skirt. No longer did she have to wear a padded bra, but instead full watermelon sized tits spilled out of her low-cut white blouse.

Gabe could feel his consciousness move from the feminine body, feeling like himself again even as he saw the female vapid, bimbo self strut across the classroom, so dumb he couldn’t even remember what seat was hers. He was a man, and she was a slutty girl and yet he knew they were one in the same, but all he could do was watch as she rolled her hips with each step.

“Oopsie.” Gabe heard her say as she dropped her purse to the floor before shifting her feet so they touched before bending over at her waist. His own ass, Gabriella’s ass, was a perfect little heart that she waved in the air for a few heartbeats before she popped back up, the sudden movement allowing her tits to jiggle in a way that he knew the boy’s jaws were dropping. When she found her seat, Gabe could practically feel their plump rear underneath them.

Ghost-like he moved to look down at the test in front of her, clearly able to read her name… their name at the top of the test. Gabriella DeLeon was already written on top, but the words seemed nonexistent. To him it looked like she was reading her own name out before bright, but a brainless smile came to her face. She seemed to struggle to even recall what class she was in. “Ga, this is just so hard.” He heard her say before running her long nailed fingers through her platinum blonde hair with dark roots.

Gabe's insubstantial head tilted up to glance up at the white board, the source of her confusion. On it were a few basic math problems that any freshman in highschool should know. He recognized them, they were simple, the answers were… they were… His featureless form seemed to move on its own to be closer to the girl as he shared her confusion. ‘I majored in math, I know this… I just… The more he thought about the course work the farther it seemed to move from his mental grasp and the farther it went he seemed to be able to feel what Gabriella felt. It was when a stray thought crept into his mind about wanting to buy a cute skirt at the mall that he felt a shock of terror, that the girl was taking over his life.

“Tsk Tsk, are you really such a brainless bimbo?” The large man, the school's principal Mr Banks, suddenly stood in front of them, seemingly unable to see Gabe, only the dyed blonde girl. “And you thought we should make you a teacher? You are nothing but stupid slut, jumping into boys' laps.” As if tied to the utterance of the word slut Gabriella toppled to the floor, breaking through the school desk as her heavy chest pulled her down like a magnet to metal.

Suddenly, Gabe was short on breath. His breathing came rapidly with short unfulfilling gasps for air. He felt part of Gabriella and her skin was cold, the tile floor in his classroom, what was supposed to be his domain was draining the warmth from his current feminine form. At the same time a layer of sweat covered his brow, a single drip moving down her face, messing up Gabriella’s perfect makeup as it dripped down. Instead of to the floor it ignored gravity and moved down to her chest, sliding down between her breasts before it finally dripped down through the white blouse and to the floor.

“Crawling on the floor like a dog? No more like a milk cow.” Samuel Banks’ words felt like they were mirroring something he had said or would have said. “No one would ever respect a brainless, self-absorbed tramp who would waste her life away drinking at parties.” Gabe saw the classroom shift into a club that he had been to many times next to his college campus. The noise was deafening; he had no idea what he was even hearing. Desks of students and teachers still surrounded him, and in this dreamlike state, the confusing chaos still felt normal and natural to him as his mind slipped back to masculine pronouns.

‘It is natural for a big-tittied brainless bimbo to be unable to solve two plus two.’ The stray thought filled his mind, something he had said back in college. The memory was clear as if it had happened yesterday. A gorgeous blonde with perky short hair, a large chest and who was dressed like she had just rolled out of bed that day. He had seen her dressed up before and wanted to get to know her, to be close to her. She had gotten a bad grade on a trigonometry test, so he offered to tutor her, but she shot him down hard. So he snapped back in a much crueler manner than she had to him.

Suddenly the sprinklers turned on, water pouring down into the club, despite the downpour no one around him moved a muscle, until his boss spoke. “Go to detention, young lady.” The man bellowed as he pointed off into the empty darkness. Thoughts of being unable to move or get off the floor were gone as if it had never been a problem, Gabriella already standing on her heeled feet and did a mincing runoff in the opposite direction, stumbling every few feet in her heels as she kicked up water. The club fell away, showing the school behind the facade, the halls narrower than they had any right to be.

Feeling a **** need to get away, Gabe saw a way out a place that would be safe, the boy’s restroom. Opening the door as quickly as he could he found inside two stalls, knowing one is for boys… for men, the other for girls. Only he wasn’t alone in the bathroom, inside he found his sister. She turned her head as she had a sad smile on her face.

It wasn’t just that she was sad, she was doing something… she was holding some wooden boards over the stalls, and had been slamming nails into the board to keep it closed.

“Sorry, no boys allowed.” She said, her sad smile instantly replaced with a wicked, evil grin.

At that instant he heard a snapping sound and then something fell out from under his pretty skirt, flopping to the floor. Looking down he saw his dick laying there. “No, no, no!” While Gabe said this outloud his voice echoed repeatedly in his own mind. Reaching down to grab his fallen manhood, his glossy painted nails leading the way, but just before he was able to rescue himself a heeled foot came stomping down atop it. Maria twisted her foot to grind her target, causing it to shift into vapor and float away in the air.

“No man would want such a small thing, it is no wonder you want to be my little girl.”

“I… I don’t! I’m a man!”

“Nonsense Gabriella, why else would you always bring up how I’m not your mother, you wanted this. You willingly chose this. Now, come, let Mommy wash that slutty make-up off.”

When the dream version of his sister grabbed his wrist he was not able to pull his hand away, his heeled feet dragged along the ground as he was unable to resist the unstoppable ****. She dragged him over to the women’s bathroom and in one quick jerk of her hand and a wipe of a towel, the over the top slutty bimbo clothes and massive tits were ripped off his body. In the mirror, Gabe could see a small little girl. She was a foot shorter than his normal five foot five, in a cute pink dress, hair band with a little bow and holding a giant lollipop.

His chest was flat, but somehow he still felt a feminine chest, just hidden under the skin. Like they were just ready to blossom like a flower from soil. His crotch was light and empty as the wind blew threw the gap between his legs. “There, such a lovely young lady. Don’t worry, you’ll grow up again. When you stop thinking such gross boy thoughts and remember that you’re just a cute, empty-headed little girl.”

Gabe could feel, not just hear, Maria cackling and then even his mother appeared to laugh. Then Samuel Banks, then the VP, Harry Bisc. A moment later it was the entire student body of Paradise Nevada High School. Gabriel, Gabriella with how he appeared, was struck dumb as they all laughed,pointed. “Please…” He whined in a voice that sounded like a third grader.

Soon the chorus of laughter turned into a unified scream that sounded oddly familiar. Soon as his mind placed the sound as a phone alarm the grip of the nightmare on his mind loosened, allowing him to wake up.

Eyes snapping open, feeling wholly unrested he groaned as one of the student’s phones beeped with an alarm to wake-up. Awake, still dressed in those feminine pink, but comfy pajamas Gabe touched one hand between his legs and the other to his chest. One was soft and fake and the other was himself. Whatever tuck job he had done didn’t last through the night, but unlike in his dream his dick was still there and the breasts were still fake.