12 May 2018

Alternate realities - New weapons


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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