X-Change (Unliscenced)

You feel a quick flash of pain as a few hairs are pulled from the back of your head. "We are going to need these - though will will not anymore." Principle Brickley's voice is rough as his other hand presses against your mouth, pushing you backwards against his desk. A wave of nausea was quickly followed by pain as you fall backwards, slamming your back against the desk. Your bones shift, while your muscles ripple and flow like water. In agony you cry out, your muffled voice sounding like a high shriek to your ears. A small popping sound is heard, and your body falls limp, only held up on the desk by the Principle's hands. Then the moment of pain passes, leaving your disoriented as to what happened. Your head lolls to the side, and for the first time you notice a large mirror. Your mind recoils in shock, for what is in the mirror cannot be reality. While you are aware the Principle has you pinned to the desk, instead of a tall, somewhat lanky boy, you see him holding a teenage girl, somewhat on the short side, her red hair only reaching her shoulders at its longest points, her slender form vainly struggling against Principle Brickley's grip. He will let go, and the image in the mirror slides down to the floor, her form no longer able to stand.

"Yes... that will do. You will do quite nicely." Principle Brickley stands tall over you, his eyes appraising you. "It seems to have done quite well on you. I am sure we will have no problems proceeding forward then." Meanwhile your mind races in terror. This could not be happening. This was some kind of nightmare. What kind of school was this? There was no way your mom could have signed you up for this, could there have been? You did not always get along, but this was far beyond the petty disagreements that your would sometimes have. "You cannot do this to me! I have rights, and the cops will be on this place like flies when I am done! Besides, there is no way you could hide this from my family. If you turn me back right now, I will just walk away." Your voice is higher, a pleasant soprano, combined with the evident fear really undercutting the weight of your threats. Principle Brickley will chuckle. "Oh, do not worry. Your mother will be pleased to hear from you in periodic letters and e-mails. In a year, you will return home a changed man. Your mother will barely recognize you, but you will have a recommendation for a prestigious university in hand and a bright future ahead of you. Well, someone who looks like you will at least. You have a very different fate in store. But do not worry, your family name will continue, as you pursue a career in..." He will look at some of your scattered paperwork on his desk "... politics perhaps? Hmmn... maybe finance. Some form of career in a suitably prestigious pillar of society. To everyone who knew you, it will be clear that a year in our school will have changed you for the better to become a productive member of society, and they will, in time, forget what you once where like completely. You on the other hand... well, we will get to that soon enough. Jeff, could you take student 8515 for processing please?" With barely another glance, Principle Brickley will return to his desk and start reorganizing his papers into their neat piles. Jeff the security guard will walk forward and roughly drag you to your feet, pulling you along with ease. Leaving the office, he will take you down the left hallway to a room that appears to be a large shower of some sort. Another guard idly stand there next to a table with various items of unknown origin laying on it.

"Well, looks like we have a fresh one here. Cute redhead too. Don't get too many of those come through." Jeff will comment as the other guard laughs rudely. "Let us see what we have here." Without further warning, Jeff will tear your t-shit off. The cool air causes your nipples to harden, and a quick shriek will come from your mouth. Looking down, you will see your foreign chest. Instead of the semi-muscular chest covered in a smattering of fine body hair, smooth gentle swells of your smallish B-cup sized breasts and perky nipples are exposed to the air. However, you do not have long to think about that, has you feel Jeff's hands on your newly slender hips. In a single well practiced motion, Jeff will pull your ill fitting shorts and boxers down to the ground. The unnamed guard will stalk forward, a thick collar in his hands. Struggling to escape, you will turn to try and run, only for Jeff to bury his face in you smooth toned stomach. The shock of his bristly stubble on your skin will cause you to yelp, just as the heavy collar snaps tightly around your neck. You will feel the guard's hands slip down and gently cusp and start kneeding your breasts, while Jeff starts kissing your stomach, slowly moving down to your pelvis and navel.