Jon had to mince of to class, struggling to appear nonchalant even though in his mind he felt humiliated and confused. This body jiggled and wiggled in strange ways, and more than once he noticed boys casually (and occasionally not so casually) staring at him. No, staring at Rachel, Jon corrected himself. They're leering at her, not me. I just have to ride this out.
When he arrived at her class, Trigonometry, he found it far more difficult than he remembered. They were learning a new subject and for some reason he just couldn't wrap his mind around it. But while his mind couldn't focus on the mathematics, he was increasingly aware of his classmates, and he noticed all kinds of things he never had paid attention to before. The boy two seats to his left, a big linebacker on the football team, absolutely reeked, a musky, sweaty man smell. The girl behind Jon constantly smacked her lips and popped her gum, as well as applied a minty lip-gloss every five minutes. Jon could even tell that the nerdy boy in the corner (Devin?) had a crush on Rachel by the way he kept sneaking glances at her. Time seemed to stop, and Jon couldn't wait to get out of the class.
Finally the bell rang after an excruciatingly long period. Jon looked down to discover his notebook covered in feminine doodles and scrawls instead of his normal messy notes. Being a different person was beyond odd; it defied all description. I hope this doesn't change my brain, he thought as he gathered his purse and stood up slowly, trying not to flash the class in the tight skirt.
"Miss Jones, a word please." Mr. Thomson, the teacher, said as Jon walked by.
"You're really going to need to pay more attention in my class if you hope to pass." He said as he sat down at his desk and pulled up an excel sheet on his computer. "See, your grades are just under par, and I really don't want to fail you."
Oh no! I can't let that happen to Rachel, I better step it up.
Jon leaned over the desk to look at the grades, and was dismayed at how poorly Rachel was doing. Maybe I can tutor her or something.
Suddenly, Mr. Thomson broke out into a sweat and appeared to become flustered.
"Isn't there anything I can do?" Jon asked.
"Um.. W-well, I'm sure we can work something out." Mr. Thomson said, not making eye contact. "Like this last quiz, I kind of graded harshly, you probably deserved a B+ not a D. Let me change that."
"Wow, Thanks!" Jon, wide eyed at the teachers sudden change of pace. He walked towards the door, and turned to say, "Let me know if I can do more for you, I want to show you I'm really dedicated to this class."
Mr. Thomson remained seating, and his eyes snapped forward as Jon turned.
"Of-of course. I'm sure it will be fine." Mr. T said.
That was weird, John pondered as he minced his way to his next class, careful not to stumble in his heels, I wonder what came over him Oh no. Jon looked down. As he had leaned over the desk to look at Rachel's grades, he had flashed Mr. Thomson with a very generous view of her cleavage. Her breasts had been near popping out of her tight blouse. Of course Mr. Thomson was flustered, he had thought Rachel was flirting with him. And then when Jon had turned to walk away, he was strutting his well her fantastic ass in a tight skirt right in front of the poor teacher. No wonder the grade was changed.
I'm going to need to be more careful, being a girl is going to be far more difficult than I thought.
