On our way to school, we got a couple of odd looks, as if we were strangers in a strange land. Assuming it was because we were such cute girls, we paid it little attention. We hurried to school, anxious for the day to end, but not before our first exposure to the girl's change room in gym class.
Arriving at school, we each look around to see that, even though we were all different people, the school was a constant in both realities. Obviously our presence in either reality had little bearing on the goings on at our beloved school. At least, so we thought.
Walking down the hall towards our lockers, two of the cheerleaders cut us off.
"Phyllis? What are you doing with these two lowlifes?" asks Mary and Claire, two of the school resident cheerleaders and snobs.
"Phyllis! What are you doing? Why are you associating with such... low forms of life?" asks Mary, the cheerleader Phil was so eager to get a glimpse at. Looking her up and down, I noticed that she was a very pretty girl, but remembering what I looked like, I realized there were better looking women in the world.
"Huh?" Phil replies.
"Come on Phyllis - we've got first period math - don't tell me you forgot! And you two better not follow us!" Claire, the other girl, says icily.
"Umm... okay - just give me one minute" he answers back, looking towards us with a look of excitement. "I'll meet you guys at lunch, okay? This is just too good to pass up!" Turning back to the other two girls, Phil ditches us.
"What was that all about?" James asks.
"I wish I knew." I reply. Arriving at our lockers, we come to understand what had just happened. Apparently, Phil was no longer one of us common folk, climbing the social ladder to that of a cheerleader. His locker was occupied instead by Charlene Higgins, a cute, but overweight girl that kept mostly to herself.
"Hi guys!" Charlene's face lights up as she sees us. "I saw you talking to Phyllis. Are you two thinking of trying out for cheerleaders this year?"
"Umm... no... I don't think so." I reply, trying to figure out what's going on. After a few sly questions, I realize that we are part of the lesser known crowd, and James, Charlene and myself are the cream of our crop, and as such, hang out together. Phil, on the other hand, is part of the cool crowd, and as such, is not allowed to associate with us.
"Can you believe this? We look just as good as he does, how come we aren't as popular?" I ask, somewhat jealous of my blonde friend.
"I don't believe this! How come Phil gets to be part of the cool crowd and we don't? We are just as pretty as he is!" I complain jealously.
"Don't worry about it - the day will go by fast enough as it is," James answers, trying to calm me down.
"What are you two talking about?" Charlene asks, puzzled.
"Doesn't matter. Let's just go to class," I tell her, following her as she leads us to our first class. While Phil is with the cheerleaders in Math, we were stuck in Chemistry. Sitting in our assigned seats, we wait for the class to begin so that it can eventually end.
About half-way through the class, I get up to use the washroom if for nothing else, then to get me out of that boring chemistry class. As I enter the girl's washroom, I notice that Phil is also inside, checking his hair in the mirror.
"James is a bit jealous of your being popular, and our not. Do you think you could get us in with your crowd?" I ask Phil, covering my own jealousy with James' name.
"Phil! How's it going? Thanks for ditching us this morning!" I greet him.
"Sorry dude, but I guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do. Listen - I would expect you to do the same thing if you were in my position. I am going in deep undercover here - I am in with the most popular girls in school. Imagine the knowledge I am going to acquire from this day! And, of course, I am going to share it with you - the knowledge, that is." he answers.
"Well... I think you should know that James seemed kind of sour when you took off this morning. I think he's a bit jealous of your newfound popularity. Do you think you can do anything about that?" I ask him, substituting James' name for my own.
"Really? Just tell him what I told you. I'll see what I can do, but I can't make any promises. Okay?" he asks.
"Okay." I agree. With that, Phil blows a kiss to himself in the mirror, and leaves.
After Phil leaves, I look at myself in the mirror. What does he have that I don't?
Turning back to the mirror, I look myself over once again. "I am still a stunning brunette with a great figure. How come I am not a popular girl like Phil is? What am I missing? I bet Phil is just easy, that's probably what it is!" I think to myself.
Realizing what I was thinking, I shake myself out of the stupor I was in, and get ready to head back to class. Fixing up my hair a little bit, I turn and leave.
As time passes, I find it hard to pay attention to the teacher. Thoughts of how womanhood isn't quite as good as it seemed to be, just a day before. I was already shunned by my best friend, as he ditched me to play with prettier girls. And my new friend Charlene seemed to do nothing but talk about boys. Looking over at her, she was intently watching the male teacher, but not paying attention to a word he said.
After what seemed like an eternity, the bell mercifully rang, and we came that much closer to our oasis - girl's gym class. It was in fifth period, right after lunch, and all girl's in our grade were in the same timeslot. This offered the opportunity to see each and every one of them in the shower.
Our next class was history, and Phil was also a part of it. As we crossed paths, he winked at us, but sat with Richard Burns, one of the starting players of the football team. As the two of them sat there, Phil looked a little pensive, and Richard looked a little perturbed.
I can only assume what happened, but I think that the Phyllis that Richard knew the previous week had probably greeted him a lot differently than this new one. From what Charlene told us, Richard and Phyllis couldn't keep their hands off each other.
Richard and Phyllis sat together, but weren't quite as attached at the hip as they once were.
As the class progressed, I couldn't help but watch how uncomfortable Phil was as Richard kept touching him. A playful caress caused Phil to jump up and ask to go to the washroom. I was a little surprised at this, and two minutes after he left, I followed him.
I entered the washroom to hear one of the stall doors close. Assuming that was Phil, I wanted to talk to him, but I didn't want to make a mistake in who it was. So I quietly waited to see who came out of the stall.
Indeed it was Phil who had entered the stall, but the Phil who came out was not who I expected.
Seeing Phil, the male version, leave the stall, I couldn't help but groan. The guy responsible for my being a girl, who was so happy to be a popular cheerleader and who wanted to go where no man had gone before, chickened out at the first sign of trouble.
"Oh no! Phil? What are you doing?" I ask him.
Startled, he turns to see me staring him down. "Brian! What are you doing here? Shit! That guy had his hands all over me! I couldn't take it anymore. All the way through chemistry, he kept grabbing my ass and trying to kiss me. It was disgusting!" he explains.
"Come on Phil, this was your idea! Don't back out now!" I tell him, a wry smile on my face thinking of what he would have to go through as Phyllis.
"Come on, dude! Did you expect to be popular and not have a boyfriend? Just tell him you have a headache or something. This was your idea in the first place, and there is no way you are backing out now!"
"Look - how about this - I'll change back, but at lunchtime. That way I won't have to put up with that guy breathing down my neck all morning. After lunch, we will go to gym class as women and do what we came here to do, and then head home to change back. How's that?"
Thinking it over, I could appreciate his viewpoint. I was sort of glad I wasn't one of the popular girls after seeing Phil being pawed by the big football player. "All right, Phil, it's a deal. But you owe me and James big! This was not the original plan! And you weren't supposed to bring the decanter to school - what if you break it?" I ask, suddenly worried.
"Relax babe," he says with a wink. I didn't bring the decanter itself. I brought a bottle of water which was from the decanter. I was going to change a couple of people around, but I figured it would be better to save it in case something happened like it did. Thank goodness for that!"
"Well - how much water is left? Can I change back until gym class too? I don't like the way guys talk to my breasts instead of to me. Even teachers do that - did you notice?"
"Look - there's not enough water for that - maybe enough for two more changes. And if you take it, there won't be enough for both of us to change back later."
"Okay. Fine. But quit staring at my tits, you pervert!" I tell him. "And get out of the girl's washroom!"
Suddenly realizing where he was, Phil darts out of the washroom. The chicken left me and James as chicks, while he gets a free show at his convenience. I couldn't believe he'd do that!
Returning to class, I noticed a slight shifting in the seating arrangements, as Claire was now in Richard's arms, and Phil was sitting behind James. I sat in my own seat, and watched as the two of them passed notes back and forth. James was probably just as disappointed in Phil as I was, and probably looking for some kind of explanation.
Wouldn't it be funny if the teacher caught them passing notes, and read them aloud to the class. How could they explain the conversation they were having? That would have been pretty funny, but alas it was not to be. The class ended as the bell rang, and the teacher hurried to finish explaining the homework assignment but to no avail. By the time he finished, the classroom was empty.
I didn't see which way Phil or James went, so I headed back to my locker to get my books for the next class. Even Charlene wasn't around, so I figured they probably just had a different class than I did. I didn't even know what class I had and hoped my schedule was hanging in my locker.
As I neared my locker, I saw the three of them crowded around Charlene's locker. I wondered what was going on. As I neared, Charlene looked like she felt uncomfortable around James and especially Phil.
Charlene didn't look like she was having much fun with James and Phil.
As soon as she saw me, her face lit up and she ran over to greet me.
"Thank goodness you're here!" she exclaims.
"Why? What happened? What did Phil do?" I ask, worried.
"You know how get around cute guys like Phil! I'm always so awkward. Jamie is playing it real cool today - acting like she could have him if she wanted him. I'm really proud of her!"
So, it appeared, that in this reality, Phil had become somewhat of a cool guy and looked like he was taking a stab at James. I couldn't blame him, but it would be interesting to see how things played out.
As I approached the others, I noticed a slight change in James' attitude. He was still the cute little girl who was a guy, but he seemed to look at Phil with a gleam in his eye. This was covered, however, by James' male persona inside that cute little body.
"Hey guys. So Phil - I guess everyone knows what you've done now, eh?" I ask him, looking primarily at James.
"Yes - everybody knows. And as far as I can tell, everybody is happy with the deal. Right, ladies?" he asks, laughing. That bastard was poking fun at our predicament. In that moment, I promised myself that I would find a way to get back at Phil. If I could, I would trap him in his female body for a while, until I deemed it time for him to change back.
"Yes, Phil - we are all happy with the situation. Isn't that right?" James says sarcastically.
"Well - I think you are the happiest of the lot, aren't you Phil?" James says sarcastically
"Regardless, we have another class in five minutes, so we better get moving. You three are sure acting strange today," Charlene chimed in. Grabbing our books, we each head off in separate directions. The three girls were headed for biology, and the lone male had gym class. At least there was some justice in this world, as gym class was Phil's least favourite subject, that is, of course, until this afternoon.
As we entered biology, I noticed that Claire and Richard were also in this class. As we took our seats, Charlene told me how lucky Claire was to have a guy like Richard, and asked why we can't be so lucky. If she only knew, she probably would have laughed with me, instead of looking at me as if I was crazy.
Biology flew by, and with that we were only a period and a lunch away from our ultimate prize. As we left biology for our next class, I couldn't help getting excited, and maybe a little nervous, as I thought about that gym class.
Our last class before lunch, we had Drama. This was different from when I was a guy, as I never would have taken such a course. This wasn't what I expected, but I went in thinking it could be cool. After all, there are more girls enrolled in drama than guys, and maybe I could pick up some pointers in this class.
"All right class. This is the moment we've all been waiting for." the teacher says, greeting the class with a smile. Puzzled, I ask Charlene what the teacher is talking about.
"Silly - today is the dress rehearsal. Don't tell me you've forgotten. This is your big show - you are the star!" she laughs.
I'm the star of the show? But how could that be - I've only been a girl for three days!
Uh oh. What did she mean I was the star? I had to get out of there. I had to find Phil and get some of that water so I could avoid further embarrassment. Being a girl was one thing. Being a girl making a fool of myself in front of an entire class was another.
"Umm... excuse me, miss?" I ask, approaching the teacher. "I'm not feeling all that well. Could I go to the washroom?"
"Sabrina! Don't be silly - it's just butterflies. Nervousness is a part of the business, now we both know you can do this. We've gone over the dance routines a hundred times, and the lines even moreso. You are ready. I know you are. Now put on this costume, and get back here as soon as you can."
She hands me a very short black dress, with some black tights and dance shoes. A top hat and wig complete the outfit. Looking at it, and back at the teacher, I realized there was nothing I could do but make an ass of myself, and go through with it.
Putting on the costume, I nervously prepare to make a complete fool of myself. At least I know when I change back into a guy, this will never have happened.
Backstage, I pull on the little dress and the tights. Donning the wig and the hat, I look at myself in the mirror. A touch of makeup from the makeup lady, and I was ready for action. Trying to think of something, I realize that this is only happening in this reality, and as soon as I become myself again, this could never happen. With that thought, I relax a little bit.
"Places, people. PLACES!" the teacher yells. "And one, two, three, four..." At that, some jazzy music starts playing, and people start moving out onto the stage. For some reason, I recognize the music, even though I've never heard it before. Maybe I was remembering what the female version of me went through in practice, prior to my arriving. Hopefully.
As the music played, one of the stagehands told me my cue was in 30 seconds. At that, I paused, took a deep breathe and prepared to make my entrance.
"You're on in 15 seconds!" he whispered harshly. My nervousness was obviously showing, as he came over and pushed me to the side of the stage. "Get ready... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." And with that he pushed me onstage.
As I was pushed onto stage, I put on my bravest smile and started to move around to the music, hoping to randomly hit on at least some of the moves I was taught.
With my bravest smile, I raised an arm, and started to dance like I thought I should. I saw the teacher and the rest of the drama class watching as I moved about the stage. As time went on, I started to enjoy myself more and more, letting go of the inhibitions I once felt, and was taken away by the music.
Hooking up with some of the fellow cast members, we danced around the stage, putting on what I thought was a very good show. There were kicks and turns, and even some seductive movements on my part, which brought on more than a few interested looks by some of the male students.
Concluding my number, I sat on a chair that was onstage, grabbed the brim of my hat, and thought I did a wonderful job.
As the music was coming to an end, my fellow actors moved aside so I could finish off my big routine. A kick here and a shimmy there, and I was all but out of moves. To finish it off, I grabbed one of the prop chairs that were on the stage and straddled it, grabbing my hat in the process. It was, in my opinion, one of the finest moves in the production.
"Okay stop!" the teacher finally yelled. "Sabrina, can I see you for a minute."
Proud of the show I just put on, I looked around to see the faces of my colleagues. Actors all, we had some common ground between us, and I felt a companionship with them. It's funny how a stage performance can bring people together.
The looks they were giving me, however, betrayed my feelings of love in the air. More than a couple of the looks were that of confusion or bewilderment. I didn't understand what was going on, so I just headed for the teacher.
"Yes, miss? You asked to see me?" I ask her.
"Sabrina.... that was very .... creative what you did up there..." she starts.
"Thank you, miss. I tried to improvise a bit to add some spice to the..."
"Sabrina! Let me finish. It was very creative to be sure, but I think it would be better if we just stuck to the dances that we practiced, okay?"
"You didn't like the new moves I threw in?" I ask the teacher, a little embarrassed.
"You mean to tell me that you didn't like what I did? I worked so hard on those moves!" I lie, a little embarrassed that my best attempts were being shot down.
"No, Sabrina. I just think the dancing you were doing up there is better suited for another kind of stage. Now if that's what you want to do, there is a lot of money in it, I'm sure, but we are just trying to put on a school production. Okay?"
Catching her drift, I agree to tone down the sexual aspect of my dance number, and to stick to the routine that we had gone over, whatever that may be.
"Okay class, let's go over the next scene. Sabrina, take five. You aren't in this one." She says, seeing me head towards the stage. Stopping in my tracks, I see Charlene is still backstage helping others with their costumes, but James is watching on the side, giggling.
"What's so funny?" I ask him, sitting beside him.
"That routine was... was... " he bursts out laughing again. "... I'm sorry...but I can't help it... if I wasn't a girl, maybe it would have done more for me, but as it was, that was brutal!"
"It wasn't that bad, was it?" I ask, trying to hide my growing shame.
Seeing me almost in tears, James stops laughing and says, "Don't worry about it. It was a decent routine, but I don't think that's what the teacher had in mind. At least tomorrow no one but us two will remember it," he says with a smile, echoing my very thoughts.
As the rest of the class is practicing, the fire bell goes off, and we are all told to wait outside. Still in costume, I get a couple of odd looks, but not as many as some of the other characters in the show.
Outside, we see the boys' gym class playing football, and surprisingly, Phil is one of the active players. We watch as he catches pass after pass from Derek, the star quarterback of our football team. Watching him play, I can't help but be proud of my friend as he shows up Ian Green, the guy known as 'Green Giant' in my reality because of his ability to catch the football. Don't ask me why - I'll never figure out those football players, regardless of my gender.
Fifteen minutes pass until the fire marshal says we can head back inside, where the students resume their practicing of their scene. Since there isn't much time left, I go backstage and get out of the ridiculously small costume, and change back into my nice big sweater.
At the end of class, the teacher tells me that she'd like me to stay over lunch hour and after school to practice the routines with her. Unwilling to co-operate, I tell her I can't today, but will gladly do so every lunch hour and afternoon from Tuesday to Friday, the day of the show. She agrees to my terms, unable to convince me otherwise.
As the lunch bell rings, we all leave the drama room and stage, and head towards the cafeteria. Charlene says she'll meet us there as she has to drop her books off and go buy a lunch. James goes with her, as I tell him I'm going to find Phil to give him back his breasts and blonde hair.