After taking a breath to collect his thoughts, Kevin begann ' Your name is Mei-Lynn Meadows, the only daughter of Rachel Meadows, an estranged aunt on your fathers side. Your name is a result of her fascination with East-Asia. When you were four years old, she got an offer to work overseas and decided to take the plunge, taking you you with her to Shirakawa. Your mother didn't have as much time for you as she would have liked, but things went pretty well for you until four years ago. That was the time when you went through your first growth spurt, and went from an active thirteen year old girl, to a gangly adoescent towering above everone in the class. And kids being kids you had to deal with frequent jokes about your size from then on.
When you filled out and your breasts really started coming in, the jokes about your height got less and less frequent. But you had always been an athlete, and the hours spent exercising had always been your favorite way to deal with stress. But your ever increasing cup-size made it harder and harder to do that.
And you could have really used a good coping mechansm when the rumors started to flow. Jealousy is such an ugly thing, and a lot of girls didn't like the way the boys were looking at the buxom, athletic American with the good grades. Latent xenophobia being one of the less charming aspects of Japan it wasn't hard to turn popular opinion against you. Your Chinese sounding name didn't help either.
Everyone knows what American women are like after all. So, being asked how many blowjobs you had to give for a good grade, or boys just assuming you were easy went from actions by a few idiots to regular occurences. Your pride didn't allow you to ask your mother for help when things started getting ugly. And by the time people were replacing your shoes with a cowbell and vandalizing your desk it was shame that kept you quiet. By that time you had gone from fighting back, to quietly hoping that your tormentors would just stop caring about you and leave you alone if you didn't give them the reaction they wanted. For a while your mother thought your sullen and withdrawn behaviour was just the result of puberty. When she finally figured out, she did what she could to transfer you to another school as soon as she could.
But it didn't take long for the bullying to start again. Probably because someone found one of the fake social-media accounts that had been opened in your name. Or perhaps someone had friends in your old school.
And so Rachel asked her brother to take you in for a while. At seventeen you are only a year away from finishing school and being able to forge your own path. And your English was excellent, so you wouldn't have any problems following the lessons.
After some lengthy discussion, Eve Meadows and her husband, agreed to give you a fresh start in the Land of the Free.
You passed all the make-up exams but it was decided to enroll you as a junior so you would have a year to aclimatize. Your plane arrived tonight and Biff went to pick you up, but your luggage didn't make it so your only possesions are the ones in your carry on. '
Kevin motioned towards a backpack he had dropped besides the door when he came in.
'The plan is for you to start school on Wednesday so you have tomorrow to shop for replacements.'
Kevin took a moment to see if he had forgotten anything, before he gave a satisfied nod.
'Consider this your official biographie. It is the one everyone will remember at least once you leave this room. Oh, and before I forget: You might be interessted to know that there should be another set of Lynns clothes in her backpack. '
While Kevin had been talking Biff had been trying to find the best balance between the cleavage he was exposing and how much of his thighs was covered. By this point even a miniskirt would have seemed like an improvement. He was pleasantly surprised when he found a shopping back containing shorts in a similar style to the one lying destroyed in front of the mirror, along with a dark blue T-shirt, boyshort-panties and clean socks. The pair of light green sneakers underneath were also more than welcome. He had been swimming in his old shoes for a while now.
There was a laptop and some other stuff in there too, but right now being decent again, was Biffs first priority.
'Go ahead. I won't peek.' Kevin encouraged, and true to his word he turned to look at the wall. And not the mirrored one. Biff was sure Kevin could still see his reflection in his preipheral vision if he tried, but this was probably as much privacy as he was likely to get. He quickly stepped out of his shoes and tried to keep the robe between him and the mirror as he slid his boxers down before slipping into the panties and shorts. When he came to the T-Shirt however he had to make do with turning his back towards the mirror before letting the robe slip to the ground. Only then did he realise there was something missing 'There is no bra.'
Kevin snapped his fingers 'I knew I was forgetting something. I just got the female equivalent to your usual clothes. So very sorry but you will have to make due without one for the moment.'
When he had realised that Kevin was turning him into a girl Biff had dreaded the idea of having to wear a bra. But after spending several minutes with his new endowments he was starting to see the point. Especially when he had to wriggle a bit to get the clingy materieal of the t-shirt over his chest.
I have to admit I am quite proud of it, but that is probably beside the point.' Kevin asked while Biff was busy pulling his hair out the back of the shirt ' Soooo what about you. How do you like your new life, Mei-Lynn ?'
Biff was sure there was a catch in there, but he hadn't quite figured out what it was yet 'So that is the great plan? Make me tell everyone how I had to flee the country because I couldn't take it any more? Get everone to pity me?' he asked while turned towards the mirror to get a look at himself.
The clothes did nothing to hide his new curves, but al least he looked somewhat decent again.
'You could do that, yes.' Kevin conceded 'Or you could try to leave the past behind you and never talk about it. '
'Then what's the point of the sob-story? Just your flair for the dramatic?' Biffs sincere hope that the answer would be "yes" was shattered when Kevin said 'To give you a choice: You can either run from me or run from Lynn's past. I'd be happy to explain, but I don't want to spoil the surprise, so I'm afraid you'll won't be able to hold onto the knowledge for long.... SUDO Sit in the teachers chair until I tell you otherwise. SUDO Once you leave the chair you won't be able to recall anything that happened between now and then. '
