Night of the Were-Schoolgirl

The alarm had started going off.

Bzzt bzzt bz —

Cadell managed to pull himself out of bed. “What time is it? 6:30 PM?! Crap!” He was going to be late to his night classes again! He had to get dressed, and fast! “What to wear, what to wear?” Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a box that had not been there last night. It was addressed to him, but he didn’t recognize the sender. He reached for the note on top.

Mr. Cadell,

I notice that you seem to be
in need of some new clothes.
Enclosed you will find a
Playboy bunny undershirt/boxer
set. These should be perfect
for your night classes.

Sincerely, TGH5

“TGH5? Who’s that?” Still, he knew that they were right. With all of the jobs he was working, he needed to take night classes just so he could earn his Bachelor’s degree. And with all the money he was making paying for his apartment, he couldn’t afford to buy new clothes. “Well, you should never look a gift horse in the mouth, even if you don’t know where it’s from.”

He looked inside the box and found that the note was right: a silk black undershirt and a matching pair of silk black boxers were looking right back at him. “Sweet, silk boxers! These things feel great!” He put them on, put the undershirt on, grabbed the rest of his clothes, and rushed out the door.

He rushed down the halls, checking his watch every 5 seconds. “Please don’t let me be late, please don’t let me be late!” There was the classroom! He rushed in just as the clock hit 7:00. “Well, well, Mr. Cadell. So nice of you to show up on time for once,” the teacher mocked. “Yeah, I decided to surprise everyone tonight. Pretty nice, huh?” He took the seat farthest away from the board, the seat he could never get because he was always late. Wow, he thought to himself, these clothes really are helping me!

As the class carried on, Cadell found himself learning more than usual, understanding topics much more easily, and, for some reason, strangely turned on. Soon it came time for demonstrations. The teacher thought that the best way a student can get over solving a problem on the board was to have them do one problem in front of the class each class. Tonight’s class was math. This was unfortunate for Cadell, because he hated math. As the teacher called him up to the board, he cringed a little.

The full moon shone brightly as the teacher read the problem: “If  f(x) = x^2 +3x+2, factor the equation and find f(3).” Cadell sweated as he approached the board. He started to write the problem on the board, not knowing what he was doing, and noticed that his writing was slightly lower than usual.

“F(3) means you must replace x with the number 3.” He stopped suddenly. Did he just say that? But before he could think about it anymore, his body started moving by itself. “The next step would be to rewrite the equation as 3^2+3(3)+2.” As he wrote the equation, he felt something tickle his neck. His body wouldn’t let him look, but his hair had lightened from a light brown to a platinum blonde, and started to grow longer as it cascaded down his back. At the same time, he felt his lips puff out to a feminine size. Cadell squinted for a minute, as he was having a hard time making out the writing on the board, but soon was able to see the board much more clearly, as his round eyes had reshaped themselves into an almond shape, the color changing from forest green to sapphire blue.

“3^2 becomes 9, and so does 3(3).” Cadell kept talking in his new, sultry voice, and cringed a little as the change rushed down his arms, passing his shoulders and making them smooth and feminine. He didn’t stop writing, even as his hands shrank, his fingers lengthened, and a dark red shade of nail polish was applied to his extending fingernails.

Underneath his clothes, his undergarments were undergoing transformations of their own. His new boxers suddenly clung to his skin and started advancing up his legs. As they reached his groin, only the sides kept moving upward until there was half an inch of thread showing. Then, Cadell felt a tickle, as, unbeknownst to him, lace began to line his new panties. He was in so much pain from his member being crushed that he almost didn’t notice what was happening to his new undershirt. It too had started shortening until it was slightly below his armpits. The top of the shirt started to thin on both sides until it was nothing more than two tiny straps, as the back of the shirt thinned down into one thin strap. Suddenly the front burst outward, causing a dent in his shirt, then falling back to rest on his chest, lining itself with lace.

Cadell finally knew what was happening to him: I’m becoming a woman, he thought. “When 9 is added to 9 and 2, the answer is 20.” He felt a sudden pressure in his chest, as two mounds suddenly appeared, expanding outward until they filled his new bra. A faint gasp escaped his lips. He felt like someone was crushing his midsection as it caved inward, giving his body its second female curve. His shirt faded from black all the way to white, becoming a button down blouse, while a red bow appeared at the collar.

As his shoes closed in, his feet following, his short socks snaked up his hairless legs, becoming pure white stockings. His blue jeans joined together at the bottom, then started to climb up his legs, folding in certain areas, making his new skirt a pleated skirt.

“In order to factor the problem, we need to find two numbers that have a sum of 3 and a product of 2.” Cadell knew there could only be a few things left, and he cringed just thinking about them. He hadn’t much time to react when his member started shrinking. It retreated into his body, leaving behind a tunnel which his testicles followed until they arrived at their destination, morphing into ovaries. Finally, his flat butt shot outwards, causing her to let out a sexy moan.

Well, I guess I’m a woman now, Cadell thought. At least I understand what I’m doing now. Cadell failed to realize that he had been replaced by her, his newfound female self. “Since one and two will work, we put them in parentheses, making the factored form (x+1)(x+2).” She turned toward the teacher and asked, “Am I right, sir?”

The teacher looked on his clipboard for Christine, and added a star next to her name. “Well done Christine,” he exclaimed. “I’m glad to have a student like you in here.” As she went back to her desk, Christine thought about how nice everyone was to her, and it made her happy.

When she got home, she was too tired to do anything, and promptly fell asleep. The next morning, Cadell woke up to find himself in his bed again. “Wasn’t I supposed to be at class?” He shrugged it off, then went to his computer to check his grades. He was shocked to see that he had skyrocketed from a D to an A-. “Holy crap! Those clothes really worked! I’ll have to remember to send TGH5 a thank you note.” In the back of his mind he thought, Maybe I could go thank him in person, even.

From then on, Cadell wore the boxers and undershirt every night he had class, and every night he transformed into the buxom Playboy bunny Christine. He went on to pass his class, all thanks to some help from an unknown friend.