Standardized Testing

Waking up the next day it had almost felt like a bad dream… but as I saw the wooden panels of the bunk bed above me I knew it was anything but. My head started to spin as I lifted myself up off the bed and started to look around and…

Holy fuck these tits make my back sore! I hadn’t actually woken up as a girl before… Even in that little stint with Chad early on I had to pop new pills just about every day. Spending an entire night in this body, sleeping without a bra, I could practically feel my body tensing up and my back spasming.

“The sooner I can end this the better…” I grumble as I take one hand and softly grab my left breast, letting out a soft gasp as they were still sensitive from being attacked last night. My cheeks turn a bright red, but as I look around and see myself alone in this dorm now the heat started to die a little bit.

I slid on a pair of panties and while searching for a bra I came across my phone laying on the desk. I tapped the screen to check my notifications from the night before, mainly emails or Reddit notifications. But one in particular made my heart leap: a text from Mr. Phoenix.

“Call me. ASAP.”

No cute or teasing wink or flirty emoji, not even a good morning or how are you feeling, just a cold and blatant call me… Totally not scary at all. Still, I take the time to pick the phone up and immediately hit his contact, already starting to pace around the room nervously as I felt my hips sway and tits bounce with every small motion.

“Hello, Mr. Phoenix?” I say softly as soon as I heard the phone click. I tried to put on a soft and confident smile, but as soon as he started talking my heart sunk.

“You spent less than 30 minutes on that opening exam, and then you were caught having sex in the middle of fucking class?” His voice was loud, angry, and not at all the composed man he typically is. He was angry at me… and rightfully so.

“I had already taken that exam when I was here as a student! I knew all the answers already…” I said, my voice trailing off a bit as I started to search the room for a bra that fit me again.

“You fucking better.” Mr. Phoenix growled out again, his tone sending a soft shiver down my spine. “Because if you failed that fucking test? It’s over. I can’t help you anymore.” He says again, causing me to freeze and stand up straight now.

“Wait, what does that mean?” I ask, raising an eyebrow a little bit. “What happens if I failed that test.” I say, taking a seat on the bed and staring out the window now to campus.

“Then Ben doesn’t exist, because Jennifer already ate up too much of his fucking brain.” He explained, though the venom quickly growing in his words became more and more unsettling. “You’ll lose your practice, your girlfriend, and your whole life and be stuck as Jennifer for the rest of your life. Got it?” He says coldly, and I feel my heart sink down to the pit of my stomach.

“Y-yeah… Yeah I got it…” I say softly as my eyes widen, praying to whatever God there was up above that it wasn’t that bad… but the silence from Mr. Phoenix was quite telling already.

“You have a meeting with the Dean in 30 minutes to discuss your grade.” He said coldly again. “I want you to call me as soon as that meeting is over to tell me how it went.”

I silently nod at his words, but then remember that this is a phone call… duh. “Yes sir.” I finally say. And hearing Musa’s tone shift slightly made me feel a little bit better.

“Good girl.” He says, an audible smirk on his lips just from that one switch. “Now get yourself looking good. Not that you have to try that hard in your new body.” He teases, before a quick click of the phone told me he was gone again.

I sat there panicked, my mind racing of every possible option, before slowly standing and pulling together my clothes. I couldn’t have failed it… right? I’ve taken this class before… how bad could it really be?