Stephany moaned at the blaring of her alarm clock as the local radio station played some modern music at full volume. Stretching out her arm, she slapped the snooze button and moaned as she blearily sat up and stretched out her stiff muscles. She then looked around her room, momentarily confused at the blurry images she saw. Her mind slowly came up to speed and she reached out for her wide-rimmed glasses. Putting them on, she began to recognize the pink painted walls, cream furniture, and pink bedspread as her own. A smile spread onto her cheeks as she looked around the feminized room before she slipped out from under the duvet and slipped into some flip-flop style slippers in the same baby pink as the walls. She stood up, feeling a little off-balance at the sudden movement as she admired her cute, baby blue PJ suit and luxuriated at how soft the cotton was against her sensitive skin. With another full-body stretch, she headed to her chest of drawers and grabbed a pair of black boy short style panties and a matching black bra for her b cups. She was still amazed at how well she had adapted to her new way of life, as she grabbed a towel from another drawer and headed to the only bathroom in the house.
Reaching into the shower, she turned on the hot water and then locked the bathroom door before taking off her PJ trousers and sitting on the toilet seat. She still remembered yesterday when her little sister had nearly caught her peeing standing up. She could feel the blush rising to her cheeks at how mortified she had been over the near mistake and vowed never again. As she did her business, the door to the bathroom rattled and a whine of frustration told Stephany who it was.
"Sorry, 'tiny'," Stephany called through the door with a grin. "Better luck tomorrow sis."
"Do not call me 'tiny'!" Tina screamed through the door. "It's Tina!"
Stephany had to hold back the belly laugh in her gut as her little sister stormed off. As much as Stephany liked to tease her, she loved her little sister and thought the world of her. She was smart for a girl her age with a good head for numbers and she was very cute. But she was also barely 4 foot tall and the smallest in her school year, so Stephany had taken to calling her 'tiny', which both annoyed her sister but also made her blush, which just added to her 'cute factor'. Stephany shook her head as she cleaned herself, then stepped into the steaming, hot shower, washing the gritty feeling left by sleep off her, and then applied a nice, fragrant, body lotion. She had to be careful though. She found that the wonders of a shower on her heightened and sensitive skin had a powerful pull. One that was easy to fall prey to. She lathered up her small breasts, and a moment later found her fingers teasing her nipples with a strong erection. She removed her traitorous hands and got herself clean, before stepping out and drying herself off.
As she made her way back to her room, she knocked on Tina's door and called that the bathroom was free. Her sister darted into the bathroom like a bullet out of a barrel, causingStephany to giggle. Heading to her room next door, she began getting ready for school. First, was her hair. She straightened the deep, dark, damp hair till it was as smooth as silk. Then, she styled it into twin braids that rested over her shoulders and down to her small breasts. Next is the makeup. A light blush and foundation followed by a lip balm and some light mascara. After the makeup, it was time for the uniform. Her knee-length tartan skirt zipped and buttoned at the hip; a white blouse tucked into the skirt and fully buttoned; Then the blue, school tie followed by a pair of stockings and her favorite mary janes. She took a moment to look into the mirror and admire her look, blushing and feeling cute. She grabbed her school bag and a light windbreaker before heading downstairs for a light breakfast.
As Stephany buttered a slice of brown toast, Tina came into the kitchen. She was wearing the green, school uniform skirt, white, frilly socks in black, plimsoll shoes, a white shirt, and her tie undone with her school bag and jacket. Her dirty blonde hair was loose and all over the place as she helped herself to some sugary cereal.
"That won't do at all," said Stephany, who immediately walked over and, ignoring the protestations of her smaller sister, started to fix Tina's hair.
By the time Tina had finished her bowl, her hair was tamed and tied back into a long ponytail. Tina then turned to her sister and in a voice as sweet as the cereal she had just gobbled down. "Stephany? Can you do my tie for me please?"
Stephany nodded and did her tie. She knew Tina most likely knew how to tie her own tie, but this was now a routine she had even before her change. Once done, Stephany finished her toast and opened the fridge to return the discarded milk carton her sister had left behind, then grabbed her sister's lunch, and put it in her backpack. Meanwhile, Tina was running around trying to grab things forgotten and misplaced the night before and was soon rushing out the door towards the school bus waiting for her at the street corner. Stephany left a note for her mother, thanking her for the lunch, and told her she would see her tonight before making her own way to school.
Stephany lived in a small flat with three, small bedrooms. Her mother was a high-paid lawyer and as such, would leave the house early to commute into the office, but always made an effort to make lunch for Tina and before that, for Stephany when she was in middle school. Stephany kept walking as she thought about the dual memories she had now. Before the shift, Steven had been a shut-in and had no time for his younger sister. Now as Stephany, she felt happy to take her sister shopping with her. She even enjoyed shopping now and looked forward to tonight where she and Tina had arranged to hit the mall to look for an outfit for Saturday. Stephany chewed her bottom lip at the thought, Saturday alone and outside school with Jacob.
Stephany felt giddy at the thought of spending time with Jacob. Even if it wasn't a date, she was going to treat it as one. Which meant a new outfit was needed. Even her sister was excited when she told her last night over dinner. Everything was going so well that Stephany couldn't help but smile as she entered the school gates and made her way towards homeroom.
On her way to her homeroom, she turned a corner and painfully crashed into the back of someone. Bouncing off, she landed in a heap on the ground as her glasses fell off her face and rattled softly on the hard, stone floor. Scrambling to pick them up and forcing them onto her face, she looked up to see who she had bumped into and felt herself go pale. Maddilyn Jones was the school's queen bitch and head cheerleader with warm, blue eyes, full pouty lips, flawless skin, and perfectly dyed, blonde hair tied back into a ponytail. She was the ideal cheerleader. Her figure was also ideal with large, c cup breasts, long, toned legs, and a perfect, rear end. She knew she had most men wrapped around her finger. Her only flaw was her personality. She was viciously mean and expected everything to be done for her. Stephany gulped and felt herself cowering before the meanest girl in school.
"Like, Ewww! Some nerd bumped into me!" exclaimed Maddilyn in a whine, stepping back like Stephany was somehow infectious. Her manicured hands with long, painted nails held out, showing off her gaudy jewelry. Her short-sleeved blouse was open to reveal her cleavage, while her skirt, being almost a quarter the length of Stephany's, flapped around, purposefully revealing her pink panties to everyone. Her knee-high, heeled boots clicking off the floor as she jumped around. Stephany, already feeling fearful, suddenly felt the warm flush of embarrassment as she picked herself off the floor, mumbled an apology, and turned to go, only to find her way was blocked by Kirsty Long.
Kirsty was Maddilyn's best friend and it was rumored that she was a closet lesbian. She had sharp grey eyes, long, black hair, and a thin, cruel smile. She was also Maddilyn's enforcer. She wore a similar style of clothing to Maddilyn, though she didn't join the cheer squad. She was always close enough to her best friend to answer her call. Right now, Kirsty had a smirk on her face that frightened Stephany even more than bumping into Maddilyn. Maddilyn soon calmed down from her hysterics and turned on Stephany.
"You!" said Maddilyn in a menacing hiss. "Do you realize how much my outfit cost?" She gave Stephany a second to answer before continuing with her tirade. "No! You don't. I will need to get these all sterilized now." She then smiled a bone-chilling smile. "And you are going to pay for it. Understand?!" Stephany felt herself nod automatically, too scared to do anything but obey as the two bully girls ganged up on her. "You will get the money for me for Monday or else." Then the two girls left, laughing as Stephany tried not to cry and leaned into the wall. No one else had seen the exchange, but Stephany knew if she didn't do as Maddilyn said, she would be punished. She continued to the homeroom, feeling small and afraid.
It took most of the half-hour dedicated to homeroom for Stephany to calm down from the encounter, and by the time she headed towards English, she felt like herself again and was once again excited about the weekend. She waited outside the door with the rest of the class for permission to enter while the almost intolerable noise of what sounded like thousands of kids screaming, talking, shouting, and calling out to one another all at once echoed through the hall as the vast majority of the school moved at once to find their next class, choking the corridors with bodies as they shuffled, pushed, and shoved passed one another. Stephany tried to become invisible, keeping close to the wall, out of the way of the sheer chaos that was happening, and was profoundly glad when Miss Morgan opened her door and allowed the class to enter.
As Stephany took her seat and got out her notebook and pen along with the reading assignment the class had been working on. She took a moment to look at Miss Morgan. The small and very old woman wore a long, black skirt and a burgundy-colored blouse, she wore no makeup, but perched on her long, thin nose was a pair of half-moon spectacles. Her long, silver hair was always tied into a tight bun on her head. She had been an English teacher even when Stephany's mom had gone to school, and always treated students in a stern but fair manner. If you came to her class to goof off or didn't pay attention, she would swiftly get you moved out of her class and into another teacher's class, but if you tried your best, she would go out of her way to help you. What was of note however was her voice. She was a striking orator and would leave the class in wonder when she read out passages of Shakespeare or would read aloud from whatever reading assignment the class was on. Stephany often thought that she had missed her calling as an actress.
