Bringing back my Alternate Realities series for a caption inspired by an Anonymous suggestion. I actually took quite some liberties with the idea, but I hope you'll like it :)
Anthony exited the bathroom
caressing his knuckles. That last blow really hurt his hand, even though not
nearly as much as it hurt that nerd. He usually preferred to avoid using
violence that way. Punches leave marks, and marks get you in trouble, and he
could not afford another suspension if he wanted to pass that school year. But that
looser really pushed his luck when he stood up to his bullying, so he had to
teach him a lesson. And Anthony was positive he would not have made any trouble
from that day on. He had just reaffirmed his authority, and his peers would
have kept fearing him.
Some people bully because they are
insecure, others because they are misunderstood, and others because they have
troubles at home. Anthony did not really belong to any of these categories. He
did it because he enjoyed it. He liked to feel powerful, and to be feared, and
to use his strength to get people weaker than him to do whatever he wanted. He was
almost villainous in his behavior, a caricature of your typical school bully,
and he was more or less despised by everybody in the school, but he did not
care for that. He did not wished to be liked. He wasn’t looking for friends in
school anyway.
He sat down waiting for the bell to
ring, when his head started to feel dizzy. It was like the environment around
him was twisting and turning, and his limbs went numb, and his body felt weird.
He sensed something brush against his shoulders and the back of his neck, and
he felt strangely weak and frail, and somehow weirdly exposed. His head soon
stopped to spin, but those weird sensation didn’t go away. On the contrary, now
that he could focus again those alien feelings felt much more vivid. He looked
down at himself and saw long toned bare legs, dainty hands with polished nails,
and long way hair cascading down his shoulder and over two mounds protruding on
his chest. <<What the...?>> he attempted to say, only to
immediately fall silent again as he heard a feminine voice come out of his
mouth.
Confused and overturned he started
to shake and freak out, almost on the verge of screaming in terror, when a
voice suddenly made him snap out of that state of panic. <<Are you all
right Anya?>>. He turned around confused to see a cute blondie looking
down at him concerned. Was she talking to him? <<Come on, we have
class.>> the girl continued, and then grabbed him by the arm and made him
rise up. Anthony almost felt like he was about to fall over due to his different
center of balance, and before he could even realize it had been lead into the
class and to a desk. He realized that that was his desk, and that he was
sitting in his usual class at the usual place like nothing was off, and yet
while the environment looked more or less the same as usual beside some minor
differences, everybody around him was different. It took him a while before he
realized what was wrong. The boys and girls around him were not just strangers.
They looked like some weird gender-flipped version of his peers. Could that be
it? Did he somehow stepped into some kind of alternate dimension where
everybody was the opposite gender? Had he just become… a girl? It was far too
weird to believe, and yet he could not deny that those breasts hanging from his
chest, and that tight pink dress he was wearing, and the smooth legs he had
crossed automatically in a very feminine way thanks to the emptiness down in
his crotch, all felt disturbingly real.
Too scared and confused to even
question what was happening around him, he went through the rest of the school
day basically on autopilot, almost in a state of trance, while the blonde girl
kept dragging him along never shutting her mouth. She just kept chatting, and
gossiping, and it seemed like every time she talked she had something mean to say
about their peers. He could not pay attention to any of what she was saying,
too distracted by the hair constantly falling in front of his face, and doing his
best to not swing his hips left and right with every step he took. He kept
trying to figure out how he ended up like that, and how to possibly reverse it,
but he never was quite the brilliant type, and so all he could do was keep
going along with it, too scared and dazed to escape that situation.
It took him a while to accept that
somehow that had become his new reality. For weeks he tried to figure out what
had caused that transformation, and even thought it all could have been some
elaborate revenge scheme by one of the nerd kids he had bullied in the past. The
worst part was discovering that despite not having any real memory of his life
as a girl, somehow it was like years of feminine gestures and behavior were
imprinted in his muscular memory, and he found out that he was acting like a
girl against his will. It was so weird, so different from what it was used to. He
had spent basically all his life trying to be the manliest of men, and now he
could not help but act like a total sissy. He hated it, but soon he started to
get strangely into it, and discovered that there was actually quite some fun to
have even as a girl.
Even though now that he was a girl
there was no way he could have gone back to bully the school losers with his
superior physical strength like he used to, he found out that beside his gender
very little had actually changed from his reality. He in fact soon learned that
he still was the school bully, and that all of his peers still feared him. He simply
now had different weapons to use against those losers. He had discovered the
power of words, and how a slander or a mean word used at the right time could
actually hurt people just as much as fists, if not more. He discovered the
power of beauty, and how a cute face could manipulate people to do whatever he
wanted much more effectively than intimidation. But most importantly of all he
discovered the amazing feeling of being popular. As a guy he was feared, but
not liked by anyone, while now no matter how mean and hated he would get, he
would keep being one of the most popular girl in school. All the girls wanted
to be her, and all the guys wanted her. It was a weird thought, but a pretty
appealing one as well, and to his surprise he did not mind at all the feeling
of being desired. He was actually quite eager to find out what his new body was
actually capable of doing besides getting guys to do whatever he wished.
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