It was the start of morning break at Junior Lakeside school.
Michelle was looking forward to the day, as always eager to learn and perhaps do some drawing. She was dressed in her favourite light blue dress and white stockings with a small backpack and a dazzling display of pastel colours. The girl was considered quite bright and could be popular if not for being a little on the shy side. She was a little cautious of her friends but tended to hang around a boy called Trevor.
Although Michelle could never know, they had been friends in the ‘previous reality’ as well, before Jon made his wish. Very good friends… which has continued.
Trevor was a rather typical boy, with short spiked black hair and a tendency to push the limits of his parents. Slim and dexterous and adventurous, he was always enjoyed doing something physical, such as riding his bike, climbing or throwing rocks. Mikey had been the voice of reason between them, and a good influence … though as Michelle, Trevor had to be told three times more often to stop when things got out of hand.
He liked taking Michelle to explore ‘forbidden’ places or playing games like hide and seek.
… Trevor had found out Michelle’s ‘secret’ by luck, that she was an ovipositor female… well- it wasn’t a secret as just a personal detail, but Trevor now knew all about it. He didn’t tell anyone as to him it was now ‘their’ secret. A secret shared between friends!
Something did change after that though. Perhaps one could call it an ‘awakening’ inside the young boy. Trevor wanted to know ‘everything’ now. When Michelle didn’t or sometimes ‘could not’ provide an answer due to embarrassment, or more likely her own ignorance, he would tease her and even call her an ‘egg girl.’ It was intended to be an affectionate nickname… but it angered Michelle. She had to tell him off for it.
“I’m sorry!” Said Trevor. “It’s just …”
“What. Weird? You’re the one being weird and obsessed over it!” Michelle put her hands on her hips trying to look matter of factly as she had seen Joni do, when things got serious. Why were guys so crazy!
For some reason though this only made Trevor look down a little longer then normally. “Uhh…” he gave a sheepish look and started to pick his nose. “It’s just so cool!”
…cool? That’s not exactly what most others thought. “You ain’t tellin’ anyone else though right?” She glanced around anxiously. She had no idea if any other girls here were like her… but she did hope to find out. If her secret got out though they might not become friends in the first place…
“It’s a secret I’ll tell nobody! I was hoping you could bring them to show and tell though…”
Michelle blinked. “Huh? What?”
“You know! Cause it would be funny!” Trevor grinned at Michelle’s look. “You would have show something you literally made yourself and did nothing! Easy win!”
Michelle was fuming at that. Why was Trevor acting like such an idiot! If they were not friends.. she probably wouldn’t talk to him any more. Half the time she was wondering if they even could be friends now.
“You wanna go to the abandoned docks. We could play there! Or… we can find a nesting ground for ya..” he grinned a bit showing a slightly crooked tooth on the side.
“I can’t.. we got in trouble last time. I’m not allowed there without my big sis,” Michelle insisted.
“Aww but it was so much fun!” Trevor sighed. “You know, I bet I know why you’re gonna make really really big eggs..” he said looking to her closely.
Michelle stared dead pan at the boy not intimidated at all. “Why?”
“Cause you can be such a big chicken!” He spread his arms out and ran in circles around Michelle. “Chicken chicken chicken!” He flapped his arms making clicking noises.
.. so this is what it felt like to want to kill a boy.. “stop it!” She said angrily. “Or we ain’t friends any more!”
…”huh?” Trevor blinked. “Course we’re friends!”
“I don’t wanna be any more!” Michelle fumed. “I got to get to class…”
Trevor started to follow. “We’re in the same class!”
Michelle sighed. It seemed she had to endure Trevor a little longer…
—-
“Hello students!” Miss Harper said to her students as they all came in. She was Michelle’s teacher.. a humble woman with short brown hair in her mid forties. She was currently setting up a computer to display for them. “Please sit down while I set up the presentation. I’m sure it’s a subject you’ve been eager to learn.”
Michelle on her desk looked at the program with a sudden dread below- maybe just ‘slightly lower’ than the pit of her stomach. “Oh no…” she tried to look natural … tried not to make any fuss. This was just like any other lesson .. right?
They had already done many modules on general reproduction- a topic that mortified her enough and she was glad that none of what was discussed would ever involve her … But this would. She glanced at Trevor suddenly with a deeper concern.
The class was in a state of giggles as ‘eggucation 101’ was about to start. The boys for the most part were either acting uninterested or perhaps bemused about the subject as the talk and rumours cascaded on the ‘mystery’ of this ‘other’ kind of human that might be among them.. some talked about what they heard on the subject. Larry, a blonde popular boy, was not paying any attention as usual, trying to talk about football to his friends. Trevor however was trying to get Michelle’s attention. “Psst! Egg-girl!” He whispered.
He had the decency to say it quietly at least. “What?”
“Hehe… just checking we’re friends!” Trevor giggled to himself. He was probably the only boy excited to learn more.. probably because finally some of the secrets of Michelle’s body would finally be revealed. He didn’t know why he thought of her needing.. no- ‘requiring’ to lay eggs fascinated him.
“Movie is starting everyone silence,” the teacher asked as she sat down.
On the screen a cartoon pale white egg appeared. This was followed with a flash as two eyes and a mouth appeared along it. He spoke in a Texan accent. “Yell-ow! Ha! I’m just yolking with you! My name is Professor Eggspresso! And we’re going to go on a frank and maaaagical journey through an egg laying human! Or as we like to call em homo-ovi-posi-noids! So buckle up!”
“Psst.. Michelle, do your eggs talk?” Trevor asked.
“No! Urgh stop it..“ Michele fumed again.
Professor Eggspresso started by standing on the cartoon depiction of a young girl. “See, I can’t just grow in any girl. She needs the right equipment! Not every human has it but lookie here y’al! I can get my calcium to grow a hard shell. I just like to lie down here… oh look it’s my sister Lady Eggcercise! Hey come on I like my space!” A similar one came up as a girl appearing inside the girls abdomen area. “Some girls make one egg at a time, but others can have as much as five… however more can be made! Five or more might require medical intervention. Oh look! Sargent sperm is paying us a visit!”
The kids looked as if they were watching a horror movie.
The ‘sperm figure was riding a horse with a lance trying to get into the eggs. However he was bouncing off professor Eggspresso. “Sorry boy I’m already hard shelled! You can’t get in me. However lady Eggcercise is still squishy!” The night proceeded to enter through a door on the other egg. “You see kids, timing is everything to an egg! A girl with this arrangement can have many kids at once! But sometimes only one egg is selected, the one with the best chance. Oh look! Remember when I said timing was everything? It’s time to go down the tunnel! The walls just push me out!”
The kids looked with utter bafflement.. and Trevor kept on looking at Michelle. “Do they really swim out of you with arms and legs?”
“No!”
“… um.. How big do they get?” Trevor asked.
“I- don’t know…”
The film ‘fortunately’ transitioned to more ‘real life’ and showed a girl holding an egg. “It’s my first one!” The girl- obviously an actress exclaimed. “That was so easy!” The egg seemed to be about the size of two hands of the young girl … but who knew if even ‘that’ was accurate or just staged. “How do I take care of it?”
“Oh these are unfertilised dear you don’t need to! Just pass them over to your local disposal area.”
“But I want to!” The girl pouted with a stamping of her feet.
“Ha! Yes.” The egg cartoon broke the 4th wall. “You see a young girl will sometimes want to hold their egg.. perfectly normal instinct! in which case, you provide warmth by either utilising the many egg protective machines available, or a good old fashioned sitting and leg hugging in this position… but not too strongly girl!” There was a comedic ‘crack’ and the girl ran off crying. “Mommy!”
“Oh don’t worry. It’s good to practice on unfertilised eggs or even a small stone!” The egg cartoon said. “We don’t want that happening on the real ones. Am I right egg buddies?”
Half the class laughed.. the other half were in shock abject horror... Trevor was picking his nose and talked to Mikey. “If that happened we could glue it up, right?”he seemed genuinely concerned.
Michelle couldn’t respond as she was among those staring in horror as ‘something’ in her instincts suddenly made her want to scream.
“Practice makes perfect!” The cartoon continued. “Oh look! An abandoned egg! Is it fertilised? Or unfertilised? Ain’t no way to know! Let’s assume it’s carrying your baby brother or sister. That’s egg-cellent behaviour! We just put some cloth around it, or shirt or anything really and we best call for an adult! Remember anyone can take the role of a mom when it comes to eggs! Even a boy!”
“Really?“ Trevor snickered poking Michelle again. “I’ll take care of your eggs!”
“Oh boy…” Michelle groaned putting her head on the desk. She didn’t want to hear any of this any more.. she wanted to be somewhere else.. anywhere else!
The cartoon continued. “Now a girl who starts laying will begin to grow secondary sexual characteristics.. often a little earlier then her placental peers. Usually the hips start first but early breast growth has also been known to happen. it’s nothing to be ashamed about though! All will catch up… more of this we’ll be discussed in part two. Thank you for coming with me on this eggciting adventure! Remember kids be Egg-cellent to each other! Yee haw!”
The teacher turned off the machine. She looked at her students again. “Okay .. uh.. well.. that was part one … a basic introduction. We’ll talk about some of the differences-“ she sighed seeing a kid with his hand up. “Yes Trevor?”
“How can you tell if a girl is an egg layer or not?”
“Well .. there are a few signs but to be honest they don’t look that different… they tend to have wider hips for one but not outside the general norm.. for the most part- ahem.”
The boys snickers again.. ‘big butts..’ one muttered making Michelle glance with greater annoyance.
“They also tend to not have a navel.. a belly button.. but this is not an absolute. Lacking a belly button means they were born from an egg… and most of those if female will lay eggs themselves.”
“Oh! What about boys?”
“There are some minor differences but to be frank not much. Egg born male are not different to placental males… despite some suggestion otherwise.” The teacher explained.
“Can a normal human become an egg layer?” Asked another student.
“That is extremely rare .. but has happened on a few occasions, usually requiring a male egg born on the father’s side… or sometimes great grand parents but generally that’s considered a lottery event … I think there’s only been a couple of people like that in the entire world…”
Suddenly the class were pointing fingers at ra other. “You’re an egg boy- you’re an egg girl!”
“Okay stop!” The teacher sighed. “As of today you are all egg people! You’ll all be taking on the role of an egg protector … I have some eggs for you to take care of for 1 hour. If they break you fail…”
She started to pass out large fake eggs. “I’ll be seeing how you take care of them..”
Michelle gently took hold of one staring at it.. as Trevor suddenly snatched it. “Hey!” She protested.
“Told ya! I’ll take care of yours too!” He started to juggle it.
“Nooo!” Michelle looked like she would burst into tears …
