Back to School

On the way to school the next morning, Davis reminded himself of his decisions after a long night of deep thought.

Number one, no using the orb on underclassmen, he thought. Something about it makes all my thoughts turn to sex, so legal ages only, no matter how annoying those girls in Home Ec are. Number two, no teachers. I didn't keep my head down for four years just to get the heat on me know. And finally, number three, be discreet. I got away with some crazy stuff with Karly last night, but there weren't any witnesses. Oh! Besides Joe and Mark. Okay, I'll deal with them after I check in on Karl. That reminds me, this is the first time I've ever been excited to go to Math!

Homeroom was the usual monotonous waste of time, and Home Economics tested every bit of Davis' willpower as he suffered the usual snide remarks from a pair of Junior girls that sat next to him. He only survived the hour by reminding himself that he could always zap them next year. Then, when the bell finally rang, Davis nearly flew to his Algebra class.

Davis arrived to an empty room. He took his seat with an uncontrollable smile, and for the first time in his life he could not wait to watch Karl walk through the door. One by one, the other students came in, slowly filling nearly ever other seat. Davis began to worry. Did Sissy Karly stay home? Or worse, did his transformation cause something terrible to happen? Davis' darkening thoughts quickly brightened when he heard laughter in the hall.

"What the hell, dude?" one laughing voice chided. "I always knew you were a sissy, but this is next level!"

For a moment, Davis worried that Karl was not the one being ridiculed. Why would anyone have "always known" that the toughest guy in school was a sissy? Then the bully's familiar blonde head poked into the doorway, and Davis felt relieved. The former jock's shaggy locks and face were unmistakable, even if the features were softer and more delicate. To Davis' surprise, the sissy wore a different outfit from the one he created last night. Instead of the pink dress, Karl wore a bedazzled baby blue jumper with thigh high socks and bright red, sequined shoes. Once again, the red, sparkling bow in his hair matched his footwear.

Karl stumbled in, tears in his eyes as he struggled to carry his text books with his frail, little arms.

"S-stop it!" squeaked Karl. "I'm not a sissy! I'm not!"

He tearfully plopped into the seat behind Davis. Once the bully delighted in picking on the emo twink in front of him, but now it was Davis that gleefully turned around to tease his neighbor.

"Hi-ee, Karly!" said Davis. "What an adorable little outfit! Did you pick it out yourself?"

"Y-you!" pouted Karl. "You did this! All my clothes are gone! My room is pink a-and everything in my closet has b-bows and girly stuff! This was the most manly thing I have! And how come everyone thinks this is normal? I got home and my mom didn't bat an eye! She even offered to do my makeup in the morning! A-and my dad! He won't even look at me!"

"Really?" said Davis. "Welcome to the club. My dad nearly kicked me to the curb when I came out. At least you've got lots of pretty new dresses!"

"Yeah, I guess," said Karl.

Wait, is he actually happy about his new wardrobe? Or is he just trying to be agreeable? I wonder just how much of a sissy he is now?