Where it all began

It was strangely worse than when Joanna first reduced your English knowledge. That had been a huge loss, sure, but English had at least been like a second language. That was manageable. Now, it wasn’t even that. You knew maybe a couple dozen words, a disturbing number of which were sexual in nature. There was nothing left to tie who you were now to your old self. Suddenly you heard a door open behind you. You turned on the spot.

It was Joanna. She had followed you out, likely at the teacher’s prompting. A primal fear filled you. You didn’t know what she would do, now that you were trying to escape. You took off down the hallways before she could do something drastic like freeze you in place or take away your legs completely, not knowing where you were going. Your short skirt lifted in the wind, uncovering what little it had been protecting, but you didn’t care. Left, right, right, left, until up ahead you saw your chance. The perfect place to hide. Not thinking, forgetting that you weren’t a boy anymore, you ran straight to the men’s restroom, opening the door and sprinting inside.