First Day

Now that's its actually morning, the sound of Jake scrambling around to get ready for classes stirs me from my sleep. I push down a groan.

"Oh, good, you're awake," he says as he starts tossing books into his backpack. "I was worried I was going to have to shake you up. Don't forget we've got math today," he says before rushing out of the room. It's almost strange seeing him move with such hustle.

Finally alone, I let out an exaggerated groan as I slide to the edge of my bed and stand. A couple of periodic yawns escape my lips as I slowly get myself ready for class.

RING!

RING!

Suddenly, my phone begins to off loudly. Without much pep to my step, I stroll over to my phone, placed gently on the small desk by bed. Mom. My mother's phone number flickers in bright lights.

When I answer it, I wisely decide to keep it a few inches away my your face to shield myself from my mom's early morning cheerfulness.

"GOOD MORNING!" she practically shouts into the device.

"Hey, Mom, what's up?" I ask, my voice laced with weariness from my midnight dream adventure.

"We're out in the packing lot. We just wanted to stop by and see you off one last time before we leave. Come give your mommy a hug!"

I sluggishly stroll towards my wardrope and slip into a white shirt, a dark blue trouser, and a blue hoodie. After some time, I head out to the parking lot to meet up with my parents for the last time.

...

The parking lot is a vast area with a fair amount of vehicle. Around me, many other parents are sending their kids off for the last time. As I near my parent's car, I notice my mom nervously checking her phone.

"Is something the matter?" I ask.

My mom frowns, "Your sister was supposed to come and meet us before we left this morning. But she won't reply to any of my messages or return any of my calls."

That's odd, I think to myself. I can't help but wonder if something could have happened to her and Monica last night. Surprisingly, the thought of my sister having to deal with unknown sperm on her face brings me a wicked sense of pleasure.

"Just let her sleep, babe. We need to go, I've got to meet up with Rachel later and go over some papers and I told her we wouldn't take all day here," my dad says.

My mom glances at her phone a final time before nodding and reaching forward to hug me. "You're going to call me every day, right?" she asks, a hint of desperation to her voice.

I nod and lean forward to assure her everything's going to be alright before seeing her into the car. I then turn my attention to my dad, although I doubt he has much, if anything, to say. He's not exactly the sentimental type.

Without a word, he simply looks me over one last time and then extends his hand. I shake it before he gives what can only be described as a grumble of approval and then hops in the car.

As I watch them drive away, I realize that I'm now officially on my own on campus. Sure, I've got Monica and my sister, but now my destiny is in my own hands. I don't have to answer to anyone.

Well, except for the professors. I should probably answer to them, for now. At least until I get a better handle on my abilities.

Speaking of, don't classes start about now? After a quick glance at the time, I make my way into the campus and towards my first class – English.

...

When I arrive at my first(official) college class, I'm struck by the fact that there's a familiar face: Sofia. I peer towards the back of the room and notice Lydia as well, nonchalantly playing with her phone. A guy sits besides her, trying to hold a conversation with her, though it's clear she isn't interested.

Standing by the blackboard is who I assume to be the teacher. It's hard to guess, given her young she looks.

As I scan the room and sauntered to a seat near the window, I hear the woman up front take a few deep breaths. It's obvious she isn't nearly as prepared for this as she thought she'd be. Still, I'd rather have an inexperienced teacher than a strict disciplinarian, so this might work out for me.

Suddenly, the professor clears her throat. "Alright, class. Welcome to English 101. My name is Amy Ward and I'm going to be your professor for the semester." Her voice has a sweet airiness to it, evoking memories of a kindergarten teacher, not a college lecturer. As she tells the class a little bit about herself, I quietly wonder how long her patience and optimism will last.

Through the process of roll call, I discover that the boy sitting beside Lydia is named Devin.

While professor Ward continues doing roll call, I notice several light, just barely behind the window. It'd be easy to derail the class and have some fun, or I could take some pity on my new teacher and allow her to have a peaceful first day. After all, it seems like she could use it.

The three lights shining brightly are: red, brown, and green in color. The red light, if I remember correctly, deals with heat and everything along those lines. Not too useful in a setting like this. The other two lights, however, are very useful. The green light deals with greed, in the form of money. The possibilities are alluring, but the brown light seems like the better choice. The power of transformation.

By now, it's almost muscle memory to absorb the light. As Professor Ward turns to the blackboard to begin her lecture, I hear a gasp behind me. I turn around, as do the others in the room, to see that Devin, who was once a guy desperately trying to get Lydia's attention, has now been transformed into a total blonde bimbo.

The transformation shocks me a bit, but no one else in the room even bats an eye at Devin's new body. This makes the first time I'm tapping into the brown light's abilities. It's interesting to note that the rest of the room, aside from Devin himself, does not notice the obvious gender switch. Reality bending at its finest.

I gaze forward with shock. Like with the other lights, I had expected Devin to accept, or at the very least be oblivious to, the changes made. To my surprise, he doesn't seem particularly pleased by the development. In fact, it's almost like she's deeply troubled by it.

"I — I — What's happening to me?" She asks, holding her head with one hand while exploring her new body with the other.

"Keep it down!" Lydia snaps, scolding her while the professor is distracted at the front of the room.

"Lydia — this isn't right," Devin replies, still attempting to make sense of all the changes that have been made to her. "I — I'm not a girl," she says, reminding Lydia, and herself.

"Hey, quiet down," I say, reiterating Lydia's point with a sterner tone. The raw power in my voice is enough to get Devin to shut up, though a single giggle does escape her lips. Even she seems surprised by it though. She might have some memory of her past life still, but the light has clearly made her a bit of a ditz.

Soon enough, class comes to an end and Devin quickly packs her stuff and asks Lydia if she can walk her to her next class. Lydia gives an exaggerated sigh before telling Devin she can only follow her if she carries all of her stuff. Devin excitedly piles up Lydia's books on top of her own, struggling to keep everything together while balancing in her new heels and tight dress. My opportunity has never been clearer.

Watching Devin struggle to get accustomed to her new outfit — and her new body — has put me in a certain mood. As she leaves the class with Lydia, I quietly follow behind them and wait for the right chance to strike.

When Lydia excuses herself to use one of the building's bathrooms, I watch from behind the wall as Devin situates herself against a nearby wall. She leans back and forth, trying to keep the stack of books in her hand steady, but anyone can tell it's only a matter of time before they all come crashing down. Of course, I could swoop in to help her, but does that even sound fun?

No, it doesn't.

Instead, I briefly look around and notice an empty classroom nearby. The lights are still off and it doesn't appear to be occupied. It'll be the perfect stage for the next part of my plan. I push the door open slightly, to ensure I won't have to fiddle with the handle later, and then make my move.

While Devin is on the ground, kneeling, to pick everything that she's inevitably dropped, I stand over he unaware body, aroused by the prospect of being the first, and only, to break her new body in.

Devin is still struggling to collect all of the various books and papers she dropped when I lean down and roughly grab her by the arm.

"Hey, John! What are you — " Before she can finish her thoughts, I drag her into the unoccupied class and press her her up against the desk, holding her firmly. Outside, I – We – can hear students in the hallways continuing to their next classes, completely oblivious to my plans for Devin or to the various papers strewn across the floor.

"You don't understand... this isn't me. I'm not supposed to be a girl — " I place my hand over Devin's mouth to prevent her from rambling further. She might not have been a girl an hour ago, but she is now, and that's all that matters to me and my erection. Still, it's a little strange she manages to remember aspects of her life as a boy, but a little hard fucking will make her forget about all of that.

While I paw at Devin's new body and plant kisses along her neck, I notice that despite her protests, she hasn't moved an hint. Maybe it's fear or even arousal that's keeping her in place, but either way she's mine for the taking.

Given how hard she struggles for Lydia's attention as a boy, there's a chance she's just happy to see that someone desires her for a change. Thanks to my work with the lights, she's finally been given her value... as my personal fucktoy.

"Get down on your knees," I order with a low growl. Her head rose up, and her eyes widens as she realizes just how far I'm going.

"I've — I've never done this before. I don't know if I — "

"You'll learn," I frown, and unceremoniously shove my cock past the new girl's overly plump lips. Inexperienced as she is, there is a carnal pleasure I find in toying with the bimbo as she tries to get accustomed to sucking my cock. I can tell a part of her brain is struggling with this new development. Will she remember these urges when the light wears off and she turns back into a boy? I chuckle at the psychological torment I've unleashed on this poor girl as she slowly tries to work my cock.

She looks up from my cock and locks eyes with me. Between the glare she sends me, I make out undeniable flashes of arousal. It's amazing her much her brain is working to reject her subconscious need to be a bimbo.

I let out a low groan at the wet warmth around my cock, pulsating in her mouth. I slide my hand to the back of her head, holding her in place as I buckle my hips and thrust forward. An exhilarating pleasure spreads across my body, running through my veins as my cock slides out, and back into her wet throat.

"Fuck, I'd have thought a former guy would be better at this," I tease as I slap her cheek with my cockhead.

"Wait, you do remember what I used to be?" She pulls away from my cock, both relieved and horrified. She pants, her perky breasts heaving as saliva trails down the corner of her mouth.

I don't bother to answer. With my superior strength, it's no challenge to pick her up and place her face down against the desk. "I do. And if you ever want your dick and balls back, you're going to do exactly what I say." Her bouncy ass squirms against my groin as I line my cock up with her slit.

The first time I slide into Devin's wet hole, I can feel her entire body tighten in responce. I have no doubt that she came many times as a lonely boy sitting in his room, but the type of pleasure she's feeling now is something else entirely.

I manage to make out her failed attempts to say something, maybe even continue her protests, but all she can do is grunt as I pound into her from behind, pinning her to the desk and using her to my heart's desire.

Her grunts grow louder as the euphoric feeling sets in for us both. As she moans softly, it's clear she's far move responsive like this as I pound her into the desk. The desk shakes periodically as I pound into her cunt again and again.

At least until there's a knock at the door.

"Devin? Are you in there?" Lydia asks from the other side of the door. "Classes are almost starting and all my shit's on the floor. What the fuck happened?"

Devin looks back at me, pleading for me to allow her to say something to her friend, and the true target of her affection. But I'm not done with her yet, and she hasn't done enough to deserve some mercy.

With that, I grab her panties and shove them in her mouth, keeping them in place so that all Lydia can hear on the other side of the door is muffled pants as I continue thrusting into her friend.

"Whatever. Last time I trust you with anything."

I can tell Devin's a bit heartbroken as Lydia's silhouette stomps away from the door. A couple of tears stream down her face as she realizes she'll never have a shot at Lydia – regardless of weather she's in a boy's body or a beautiful girl's.

Her quiet sobbing only serves to turn me on more, and I thrust my throbbing cock into wet meatfolds with greater ferocity. My hand travels to bouncing asscheeks, slapping it periodically to spice up the act.

When I feel my load coming, I wrap my hand along her long locks of new dirty-blonde hair, and grab a handful. With a fair amount of ****, I yank back, forcing her to look me in the eyes as I bottom out into her.

The effects of the light should wear off soon, so I doubt I'll have to worry about an unwanted pregnancy. This act also serves to leave no doubt in this particular fragment of Devin's mind as to what her new role as a woman is.

I let out a guttural groan as I empty myself deep inside her. "That's it, that's it," I whisper softly, rubbing my hand along the girl's reddened asscheeks to soothe her.

When I'm finally finished, I pull my cock out of her cunt. She refuses to meet my gaze as we both begin to dress ourselves. "Remember," I pause to lean in and rest my palm of her ass, feeling jer body tremble beneath me. "You'll be stuck as a girl forever if you don't behave."

With my desires sated, for now, I stroll out of the room with a pleased smile, paying no attention to Devin's plight. As I make my way towards my next class, History, one question rose in the back of my mind: what exactly is the name of Devin's female counterpart. Devina?