Gwen made hir way towards hirstory acutely aware of hir breasts, bouncing lightly underneath the loose t-shirt that shi was wearing, although it was a feeling that shi was starting to get used to. As shi worked hir way through the throng of hir fellow students, some heading in the same direction while others passed,, shi realised how familiar the gurls’ school was. It was almost as if they had taken everything from the school in hir world and made it into a separate building from the bois’ school. Gwen was able to more or less find hir way to hirstory easily, only getting turned around once.
Shi opened the door to the classroom to find the room looked exactly like the one that shi was used to back in hir own world, the only difference being that hir fellow classmates were all gurls and even the teacher was a woman.
There were a few students already sitting at their desks by the time Gwen arrived, and the teacher, wearing a white dress shirt, black trousers and a black blazer jacket, was already sitting at hir desk. Hir short, black hair was slicked back. Shi looked up as Gwen came in.
“Oh, good morning,” shi greeted Gwen, standing up and shaking hir hand. “You must be the new student that I was told about.” Gwen nodded, a little nervous. The teacher, although polite, looked very serious. It was clear to Gwen already that shi wouldn’t take any messing around from hir students.
“Um, yes. I’m Gwen. Gwen Honeycutt.”
“Ah, yes,” the teacher replied, sitting back down at hir desk. Shi reached for some papers. “I believe that you’ve just transferred from out of town, correct?” Gwen nodded; hir mom must have come up with some sort of story for hir. “Welcome, I’m Ms. Blair Whitehall. I’m sure that we have a spare seat somewhere… Take a seat,” shi invited hir student, waving a hand towards the classroom.
Deciding that shi didn’t want to make too much of a scene during hir first class of this weird, role-reversed world, Gwen headed towards the back of the class and took an empty desk. There was a gurl already sitting near to hir. Shi looked up and nodded at Gwen as shi sat down. Gwen, still getting used to this new way of greeting (girls didn’t really do that), nodded back.
Once Gwen had settled everything in place the gurl next to hir leaned over. “So you’re new here?”
Gwen nodded. “I’m Gwen,” shi told the gurl.
“Jenford,” the gurl replied, introducing hirself. “Ms. Whitehall’s not that bad of a teacher... Shi’s strict but can be a bit boring,” Jenford explained. Gwen nodded. It seemed to be a common trait for hirstory teachers, both in hir world and this one. Gwen remembered how hir teacher, Mr. Davis, would drone on.
“Alright, class,” Ms. Whitehall began once everyone had made it to the class. “I’d like to start off by introducing our newest student, Ms. Gwen Honeycutt. Shi has recently transferred from out of town and will be with us for the foreseeable future.” Shi gestured toward Gwen, and everybody turned around to get a look at hir. Gwen smiled weakly as Ms. Whitehall continued. “I trust that everyone will make hir feel welcome.
“Now, let’s continue with our work on the American Revolution.” Gwen grimaced inwardly. Shi had never been very good with history, preferring to get through school on hir looks and being the head cheerleader. Shi’d be even worse now, since shi figured that all of the names would undoubtedly have been changed to women. Shi would just have to hope that Ms. Whitehall wouldn’t call hir out for anything and do the best that shi could.
Unfortunately for Gwen. “Why don’t we hear from our newest student? Gwen, can you tell me when the Battle of Lexington was?” Gwen groaned silently. Of course shi would be picked out early. Fortunately though, shi had been asked to name a date rather than an actual person. Shi tried to rack hir brains for any knowledge that shi might have retained from hir world.
“April 19, 1775,” shi replied. “It was the first battle of the Revolutionary War,” shi added, hoping for some good marks. Ms. Whitehall nodded with a slight smile. “Very good. Now, as we all know, the Americans were warned of the coming attack the previous night by several riders including Sarrah Orne…”
Gwen blinked, confused. That was different. As far as Gwen could remember, it was Paul Revere who had rode at midnight, famously warning, “The British are coming! The British are coming!” Gwen frowned. Who was this Sarrah Orne person? Shi flicked through hir textbook. Obviously, all the famous people throughout hirstory had been replaced by women. Shi landed on a page about the first president which should have been George Washington, but here it was Marth Dandridge. Marth was George’s wife…so did that mean that Sarrah Orne was Paul’s wife? Gwen’s brain was starting to hurt. It was a lot to take in.
