"Yes. The old reality has been edited around you. But a punishment wouldn't be any good if you didn't know you were being punished. There are always a few people who have a low-level sense of what's going on. Weird feelings, but they fade after a few days. Maybe one in a million remembers the old reality, but they'd be thought just as crazy as you, if by some chance there is such a person in this school. I'll leave you to your life, such as it is. See you in class." Ms. Fletcher left him...and he was all alone.
He got up, weakly. He still thought of himself as a he, even though he was in the condition that made one be viewed as most undeniably female. He caressed his stomach, wondering who the father was supposed to be and what his parents thought about this.
He picked up a purse and bookbag nearby, identifying it as his, then paused. How had he known that? It had been an automatic response. He exited the nurse's office, and let his mind drift, and found that he was going somewhere. He was briefly comforted by that. People went about the same routines every day...pick up bookbag, go to class. At least if he didn't think about it, he wouldn't arouse too much suspicion.
Unfortunately, habits didn't include memories...so he was in trouble when Melissa Smith came up to him and asked, "Are You Ready?" He had no idea what he was supposed to be ready for.
