Kimberly wandered around the empty halls, trying to figure out which class to enter. He couldn't seem to remember his class schedule. All he could think about was how much his situation truly sucked.
Here he was, trapped in this half-girl body. His clothes were all a girl's. Almost everyone treated him as little more than eye candy to be gawked at. His demeanor was becoming increasingly feminine and ditzy. Now even his name was taken from him. He was Kimberly now.
The part of his anatomy that was the reason he was still a male throbbed and pushed against his panties. Somehow, this was all turning him on. Nervously glancing around to make sure no one was watching, Kimberly carefully adjusted his clothing, noticing in the process that his skirt had lost a few inches.
"Hey, bitch!"
Kimberly bolted upright, looking wildly at the boy walking towards him from several yards away. Had he seen anything? Did he know...?
"You're late for science, you little slut," the boy growled. He made a curt gesture to indicate that Kimberly should follow him.
"S-sorry," Kimberly mumbled, hurrying to follow the boy to class. He didn't deserve this abuse, but it didn't look like it was going to change. At least he knew which class was his this way.
"Say, girl," the boy said as they neared the door. He turned around and gave Kimberly a hard leer. "You, ah, got a date?"
Not this again! "Uh, yes," he decided to say to get the boy to stop asking. "I do, in fact."
The boy narrowed his eyes. "Oh, yeah? Who with?"
"Oh..." Kimberly tried to think of someone he could say he was going out with. Then he remembered the boy in the locker room, the one who said Kimberly would be his, and Kimberly mumbled out a description of him.
The boy seemed to know who he meant. "Right. You mean Dick. Well, you feel like dumping him..." He trailed off as he opened the door, letting Kimberly in.
The classroom was once again comprised of all boys. Even the teacher was male. On the walls were images and diagrams of human anatomy. As Kimberly stepped into the room, his blouse shifted and transformed into a bright pink tank top with spaghetti-straps and a very clear view of his feminine breasts.
"Ah, Madison," the teacher greeted as they came in. The teacher was a handsome man in a sharp black suit, who reminded Kimberly vaguely of James Bond, should he ever quit his job as a special agent to take up school teaching. "At last."
The boys in the class all laughed, and Kimberly felt his cheeks get red. "Sorry, sir," he apologized. "I was with the principal..."
"Oh, yes," the teacher nodded, understanding. "Why don't you take this opportunity to tell the class your name?"
"It's Kimberly," he revealed to the boys, blushing even more. He felt movement in his panties, and he quickly blocked his crotch with his bag.
"Hi, Kimberly!" the boys all chorused, big grins on their faces. Kimberly noticed that most of their eyes were trained on his cleavage.
"Now, take your seat, honey," the teacher said, giving Kimberly a pat on his rear.
Kimberly scrambled into the empty seat. As the focus returned to the lesson, he was free to fiddle with his skirt to hide the evidence of his masculinity. He'd probably want to fix it in the bathroom later too.
The lesson, like the other parts of this school, was really sexist. The main point seemed to be the differences between men and women as supported by anatomy. It was full of claims like "This explains why girls, like Kimberly here, are more suited to take care of the cleaning," and "This is why boys like sports and why girls like Kimberly root for their favorite players." The teacher made sure to use Kimberly as an example for everything he could think of, and by the end Kimberly was quite embarrassed.
