We got to school just as classes were beginning. I slipped in and sat down at the back, and prayed that no one would notice me.
Ironically my second class for the day was human biology, and both the male and female anatomy was talked about in great detail. There was the usual sniggering and giggling from the less mature in the class, but nothing the teacher Miss Moore couldn't control.
For once I found myself more fascinated by the internal workings than I had ever been, especially since the female reproductive system was now of such a personal importance to me. Imagining all the bits and pieces now in place down there and thinking about how extensive the change really was, I was amazed.
Near the end of the class, the teacher asked me to come up and point out a few of the regions she had described, a quick test to see if the class was really listening. It was all part of an almost normal day, and I had forgotten about my walk, and I also wasn't wearing my coat anymore.
As I went from the back of the class up to the diagram, my bottom tensed and my backside swayed from side to side. The eyes of everyone I passed fixated on my strange involuntary movements, and when I reached the front and turned around, I was met by puzzled looks as they all stared at my crotch and wondered what seemed so wrong.
Following their gazes down, I realised what had happened, what they all must have just seem me doing. Even Miss Moore looked a little stunned.
I ran back to my desk, grabbed my bag and darted out of the room, too embarrassed and unhinged to think of anything else I could do.
My heart was racing.
