genderbending Continuing Education (Chapter 2 Posted 07/15/24!)

[mostlymoisture]

A/N: Story is not finished yet but has some stuff I am very happy with.   Will be releasing once a week for at least the next three weeks and hopefully motivated to keep working on this one.   TIA for reading!

Update (06/15/24): Chapter 2 submitted

Continuing Education
Chapter I: “Let the Lesson Begin”

Life was supposed to be better than this.   Michael Mason was twenty seven years old.   He had a Bachelor’s Degree in forensic science.   His gorgeous wife loved him deeply.  And yet all he could think was how relieved he was that his boss was getting ready to write him up.   It got him off the sales floor for awhile and away from all those damned boxes of merchandise.   

The manager’s office was small, little more than a desk and a couple of chairs.   The room itself was unusually hot.   Surprising since the company was too cheap to pay for heating in the store at night and the building felt more like a freezer.   

The only job Michael had been able to land was an overnight stocking gig.   Every night, five nights a week, from 9 PM to 6 AM he opened boxes and stuck things on the shelves for minimum wage.   The job was originally supposed to be something temporary while he found something in his field.   Every morning he drug himself home, physically exhausted from the manual labor and from battling his circadian rhythm.   What little free time he had he wanted to spend with Alyssa, his wife.   

The store itself had completely unrealistic times.   Lectures about safe stretching and lifting exercises didn’t mean much when the only way to get the work done as quickly as his managers expected was to bend and lift in the most unsafe ways possible.   And while he was tearing his body up to get product on the shelves, the people complaining that he wasn’t fast enough were doing what exactly?  Hanging out in the back office on TikTok.    It had been more than once that he’d wandered to the back in search of equipment or supplies, things his managers never seemed to know where to find, and caught them all crowded around someone’s cell phone, laughing their heads off.   

So the job was dogshit but at least he was bringing in money.   He’d probably be fired eventually but he wasn’t going to quit on them.   If they did plan to fire him for being “inefficient” then he was going to get every last penny he could out of them first.   

Kyle, the overnight assistant, who thought he was a store manager himself, sighed dramatically as he dropped into the chair on the other side of the desk, sitting upon it as if it were the throne from which he lorded over his subjects.   “Mike, I’m tired of having performance conversations with you.”

“It’s Michael sir.”  His nametag said Michael.   He indicated on his forms he preferred Michael.   He’d told Kyle on numerous occasions he preferred Michael.   

“Mike,” Kyle continued, ignoring the protest.   “To be blunt, your performance is wholly inadequate for this job.   We have written disciplinary actions for you twice and this will now be the third time in less than a year.    As such, we’ve decided to move forward with separation.   I’m going to need your nametag, box cutter, and any other company equipment.”  Kyle gestured to the third man in the room.   “Jack will have to escort you out after you clean out your locker.”

So, that was it.   Game over.   There was a part of Michael that would be completely relieved that he wasn’t going to have to show up anymore.   Of course there was also the part that knew Alyssa was going to be absolutely furious with him.   They could barely afford their rent now and they had just managed to open a savings account and drop spare bits of change into it.   Going back to a single income was going to set them back by months.   

There was no point in complaining about it.   Michael tossed his boxcutter and nametag on the table and stood up without a word.   He was not going to give Kyle the satisfaction of crying or begging for his job.   In silence, he strode out of the room, only slightly irritated that Jack was following him every step of the way.

“It’s a tough thing,” Jack said.  “But you really did it to yourself Mike.”

“It’s Michael,” Michael sighed as he pulled a few personal things out of his locker.

“Well look on the bright side Mike,” Jack said, “In six months you can re-apply.”

“Jack, why would I re-apply for this shithole job?” Michael had tried his best to keep his cool but he’d failed.   His only recourse was to blast his hate through his eyes directly at Jack.   The expected effect occurred and Jack smirked as he saw the anger in Michael’s face.

“You’ll be back,” Jack said.   “Your type always comes back.”

“You know what Jack?” Michael was already headed for the exit.  “Go fuck yourself.”

*    *    *

Michael wasn’t sure how manly sitting in his bathrobe at the kitchen table with a container of ice cream and a scoop was but it was making him feel better.   It was barely after 2 AM and Alyssa was fast asleep.   He’d quietly changed and moved back out to the living room to wallow in his own misery.    She was going to be so damned angry when she found out.   

He had no idea what time it was when the light in the bedroom turned on.   He was cold.  His robe was barely hanging on him and the ice cream had mostly liquefied.   He slopped another bite, getting sticky melted goo all over his face, and sending another jolt of brain freeze to his head.     

“Michael? Why are you home so early?” It should have been a crime how easily Alyssa made it seem to look beautiful.   Despite having slithered out of bed, her hair cascaded down her back as if she’d just had it styled.   Her face was perfectly shaped and her eyes popped as if she had a ring of mascara.   She could have done a hell of a lot better than an almost thirty year old loser who couldn’t even hold down a job at the grocery store.   

Here it came.   Might as well rip the band-aid off.   “I got fired.”   He gritted his teeth, prepared for the explosion.   Which didn’t….come?   He caught a whiff of Alyssa’s perfume, vaguely scented like lilacs, as she wrapped her arms around him in an embrace before gently prying the spoon from his fingers and pulling it away.   

“Honey, you’re sticky,” she frowned as she disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a washcloth, which she ran over his face.   Rather dumbfounded that he wasn’t having his face ripped off, Michael sat there and let his wife clean his face instead.    

“You’re not…huh?” Michael blinked.   Alyssa had a bit of a temper but they didn’t exactly fight.  He was expecting her to be mad.   Mad in that sort of, “I’m disappointed in you” type of way that would make him feel like a total jackass without her actually raising her voice at him.    

“Not what?” she smiled as she sat down across from him.  “I’m not a mind reader babe, use your words.”

“I thought you’d be mad at me,” he confessed.    

“I’m not thrilled, no,” Alyssa frowned.   “You don’t need me to tell you it’s going to hurt us.   But you’ve been pretty unhappy at that job and I feel like I barely get to see you.   We’ve got to be able to find a way to make things work where we don’t have to be apart so much.”

“Yeah,” Michael nodded.   His stomach growled in protest at him.   Gorging on ice cream had not exactly been his most erudite moment.   

“What if…” Whenever Alyssa had an idea that she thought exceedingly clever, a grin spread across her face not unlike the Cheshire Cat.   “...what if you finally followed through with your plan and went back to school?”

“Yikes,” Michael sat up, pushing through his angry stomach.   “That’s not gonna help our money situation at all Alyssa.”

“That’s the best part,” she replied.   “I found a place, let me show you…” her phone appeared in her hands and she played with it for a moment, “Look at this place!”

Michael glanced at the phone, reading it off, “The Finch School? What am I? A bird?”

“It started as a finishing school,” Alyssa said.  “Miss Finch’s Finishing School for Marriageable Young Ladies.   That was back in the 20s.   It’s evolved into a co-ed liberal arts college.   And they offer scholarships for returning adults.    Finish your education and all that.”

“Yeah but Alyssa, this place is ten hours from here,” Michael frowned.   “How is that going to get us more time to be together?”

“That part will suck,” Alyssa nodded.  “But I barely see you as is.   If you go to the school, you can finish your Master’s Degree, land that inspector’s job, and get away from all of these back breaking places you’ve been applying to.”

Michael looked down at his wife’s phone again.   He’d have to get a place near the campus.  Or a dorm room, heh.   And of course there was no point in any decision at all if he couldn’t claim that scholarship.   There was no way he was taking loans out and they definitely couldn’t pay tuition out of pocket.   “Ok then, I’ll apply for the scholarship and we’ll go from there.”

“Good boy,” Alyssa beamed at him.

*    *    *

He’d done it.   He’d gotten in.   The application process was very easy and had been done completely online.   He’s sent in some writing samples and records from his time at the state university.   A few days later he’d received an acceptance email.   The terms seemed almost too good to be true.   He was required to accept campus housing, agree to a code of conduct that mostly boiled down to not doing stuff he’d hated doing when he was twenty anyway, and had to keep his grades up.    That’d be easy enough.   Michael had always learned his lessons well.

He’d briefly met his roommate Nick when he’d dropped his luggage off at his dorm room.  Nick was a few years older too so there was definitely a level of relief there that he wasn’t going to be shacked up with some eighteen year old kid fresh out of High School.   It was a little odd that they’d been roomed together but Nick just laughed when Michael voiced his concerns.   It would work.

“The campus is beautiful babe,” he had his phone glued to his ear and was chatting with Alyssa.   She was back at home getting ready for work.  “My room’s not too bad.  We’ll have to video chat later.   My roommate seems cool.   There’s a lot of…”

Michael glanced around.   There were a lot of girls at this school.   It had been a women’s college originally.  If it was one of those schools that ended up recruiting the kids of former students, maybe that wasn’t too surprising.   He was pleased to note that there were plenty of older students but some of the styles of dress…he’d walked by an entire group of girls in Japanese lolita style!

A girl, a woman really, who had to be at least thirty but nevertheless was wearing shortalls and had her hair in pigtails, literally skipped by him swinging a Hello Kitty backpack from her left hand as she bounced along the sidewalk towards one of the class buildings.   “...girls here.”

“That’s not a problem is it?” Alyssa asked.

“Not for me, but uh….” Michael trailed off, too embarrassed to finish the thought.   His half comment was greeted by a shriek of laughter.

“Not to toot my own horn Michael but, you’re not going to cheat on this, are you?” His phone chirped and he pulled it from his ear long enough to glance at the picture that his wife had just sent him.   She wasn’t wearing anything at all.   And she had her fingers between her spread legs, pulling a pair of lips apart.

“Alyssa!” More giggling from the phone.

“We’re gonna have to get used to sexting sweetie.   And babe, mommy is going to need A LOT of pics while you’re at school.”

“Maybe save the NSFW for when I’m not walking around a college campus in the middle of the day,” Michael laughed.   “But seriously babe, you are gorgeous.   You just made it that much harder for me to concentrate on my classes.”

“Well then, I guess you won’t get any more pics until you show me that you’ve learned something,” Alyssa said.   

Michael was outside his classroom now.   “I’ll show you exactly what I’ve learned tonight babe.   I’ve got to go now though, I’m at my first class.   Love you.”

“Love you too.  Learn a lot!”

Michael hadn’t been in a college classroom in several years but the room he stepped into was certainly not what he expected.   The walls were a pastel green with rainbows adorning them.   Along the back wall were rows of cubbies, many filled with bags and other things.   Many students were already sitting at desks with their hands folded.   Every person in the room was a girl, none younger than twenty five, and none dressed older than twelve.     Along the front wall was a chalkboard - a chalkboard! And above it a poster showing the alphabet.   If it weren’t for the size of the desks, Michael would have sworn he had walked into a kindergarten classroom.   

This couldn’t be his class.   He was here to take an advanced criminology course.   The worst part about walking into the wrong room was that all the heads had turned to gawk at him.   The teacher was the only person dressed remotely normally - if goth scientist was “normal.”   Her long curly hair was died sea green and coiled halfway down her back.   She wore a black lab coat over boots, fishnet stockings, a leather skirt, and corset.   Goth…bondage…scientist? The mix of styles was almost too much.   Her piercing pale blue eyes seemed to be digging into his skull and he caught just the faintest hint of lilac from her.   

“Oh excuse me, I must be in the wrong class,” he muttered as he turned to leave.

“Stop right there!” the woman called.  Michael found himself stopping in his tracks.  “You come inside right now and put your things in your cubby please.”

Michael found himself walking back into the classroom.   Did he actually have a cubby? Impossible.   That would be the easiest way to prove that he was in the wrong spot.   Jennifer, Kelly, Lisa, Daisy, see…no…Michael blinked and rubbed his eyes.   Right next to “Daisy” was an empty cubby labeled “MIchael.”

“Well?” the instructor called out.   

“Uhh, yes ma’am,” Michael swallowed as he tossed his bag into the cubby and turned around.   

“Very good,” the instructor smiled sweetly.   “Now if you’ll take your seat please.”

“Oh, which one is mine?” Michael was a bit confused.   There were several empty seats, so he wasn’t exactly sure where he should sit.

“Oh Professor!” the blond in pigtails that had skipped past him earlier had raised her hands and was waving it excitedly.   Dress aside, Michael was definitely sure that this girl had to be in her early 30s at least.   Meanwhile the professor looked like she couldn’t be more than about twenty two.   

“Yes Daisy?” the Professor smiled sweetly.  

“Professor, can she sit at my table?” the girl named Daisy asked.   

She? Michael had to admit that he was a bit on the thin and small side but still, there could be no way he’d be mistaken for a girl right?  Short hair, tee shirt, jeans.   He practically screamed “guy going back to college after failing at life.”

“Yes, that will be fine.   The new girl can sit with you Daisy,” the professor replied.   

“Oh, but, uh…” Michael cleared his throat.   He wasn’t entirely sure where this misconception was coming from but it was definitely something he wanted to clear up.    

“Yes sweetie?” the Professor beamed at him as if he had just answered a really hard question.   “Can you use the words to share your thoughts with the class?”

“I’m a boy actually.” Michael said.   The classroom erupted, first as every girl gasped and then peels of laughter echoed from all around the room.   Every table seemed to burst into chatter as all the students began talking and pointing at him.    

“Girls, settle down!” The Professor grabbed a yardstick from her desk and wrapped it three times.   The knocking sound killed the conversation.   “Is that any way to treat a new student? Now sweetie, I want you to come to the front of the room ok? I promise, you’re not in trouble.”

Feeling foolish, and knowing he was blushing, Michael walked up to the front of the room and stood next to the teacher.   Her lilac perfume wrapped itself around his nose in a way that was intoxicating.   He could feel his head going light.   “Now sweetie, this is Miss Finch’s Finishing School and it is a school for girls.   If you’re a student here, you have to be a girl here.   You are a student here, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but…” Michael went to protest.   The school hadn’t been a girls only school in fifty years! And it wasn’t a finishing school anymore, it was a liberal arts college.   Something in the back of his mind told him that whatever was going on was so strange that his best bet would be to run.  But that smell…

“And if all the students here are girls, that means you’d have to be a girl too, doesn’t it?”

“But I’m not a girl!” Michael insisted.

“Oh don’t worry sweetie, I’ll help you with that,” the Professor said.   She reached for his face, caressing it in her hands, and pulled him forward before delivering a peck on the cheek.   “You see, I can make it all better with just a kiss.”

Michael felt just slightly off.   He couldn’t quite place it but something was different.   His shirt seemed to hang from him loosely as if it had grown two sizes too big.   Oddly, it felt tighter around his chest than it had before.    The reality of the matter, that he had somehow shrunk, set in when his pants slid right off his hips, now hopelessly larger than his waist.   “What in the…”

Michael’s hand slammed across his mouth.   That hadn’t been his voice!  Michael had a deep, husky voice, just slightly gravely.   The voice that had escaped his lips had been honeyed, soft, and very feminine.   When he glanced down, he realized more was wrong.   The hair on his hands and legs had disappeared completely, his skin now soft and smooth.   He had previously had many blemishes and moles all across his body, they were all gone now.   And his chest? The reason his shirt was tight was that he now had cleavage!

A strand of hair fell into his face, dirty brown having turned into a silken brown mousse - short length having transformed into mid length curls that coiled around his shoulders.   His…more like…”What did you do to me?!”

“I told you sweetie,” the Professor replied with a smile.   “Only girls attend Miss Finch’s Finishing School.   Since you’re a student here, you must be a girl.”

“I’m not a…” Michael stopped himself, no…herself, as she felt a new sensation.   Her underwear was becoming warm and wet.    She was peeing herself! The escaping fluid quickly turned into a flood as her boxers became uselessly saturated and pee dripped down her legs, pooling in her jeans at her feet.   

“Oh dear, oh dear,” the Professor shook her head.   “Daisy, will you go into the supply cabinet and get me the diapers?   It looks like our new student had her first accident.”

 

[keith60]

i hope there is more to this story soon

[kerry]

18 hours ago, mostlymoisture said:

Jack was following him every step of the way.

 

I think you mean Kyle...

I'm guessing Alyssa knows all about this place...

[mostlymoisture]

I did not! Kyle says that his lackey will follow Michael out.   The opening scene is based on an old boss of mine.   They were required to escort terminated employees out of the building but he was always to much of a coward to do it himself so he'd get one of his flunkies (who usually wasn't a supervisor) to do it.  

[BabySofia]

Interesting start, curious to see where you take this.

[mostlymoisture]

Chapter II: “Allow Me to Demonstrate”

Michael Mason was a girl.   That couldn’t be right though.   Moments ago she had been a he.   The shock of discovering that her body had morphed and reshaped itself in an instant almost didn’t seem to matter when she considered that she was thinking of herself as a she.     It was as if her mind had divided into two: the active part of her brain that was insisting she was a girl and the subconscious part of her mind that knew she had always been a boy.  

The girl with ringlets, Daisy, had returned to the professor with fluffy thick padding.  Michael recognized what it was: a diaper.   A thick, white, medical diaper - right out of the hospital, or the senior center.   Her jeans were already around her ankles, but her sopping wet boxers clung to her legs like a wet rag.  

The Professor nodded in approval at ringlet.   They exchanged words.   Michael saw them talking but she couldn’t understand what they were saying.   A fog had covered her head and seemed to flood her ears.   The Professor was saying something to her and smiling gently.   She could feel herself being guided to the ground.   Daisy was pushing her, gently, and her legs buckled with little resistance. 

She found her voice only after the Professor had pulled her soaked underwear away from her.  She understood that her body had somehow reorganized itself.   Her now ample cleavage was proof of that.   Somehow looking at her crotch, not seeing what should be there, and seeing what was there, filled her with terror and she began to scream.   It was high pitched and almost lyrical, for a scream, in a way that her deep masculine voice never should have been.  

The screaming was silenced only when Daisy stuck her fingers in Michael’s mouth.   Michael found herself, quite involuntarily, quieting down as she began to suck on Daisy’s finger.   The pig-tailed girl let out a giggle, “Professor, it tickles!”

“Thank you Daisy,” the Professor smiled.   “Now that she has quieted down, let’s get her changed shall we?”  Michael was aware as her wet pants and soaked boxers were pulled away.   Her mind was screaming to get up, to shove Daisy away, and to run from the room but as she suckled on Daisy’s fingers, waves of contentment rocketed through her body.   It was as if Daisy was directly injecting her with endorphins.   The feeling was so satisfying that she could do nothing but lay there and let things happen to her.

The Professor, displaying a remarkable degree of strength, lifted Michael’s legs and slid the crisp white diaper underneath her.   As she was gently lowered on top of it, she could feel the padding caressing her bottom.   It was dry, sort of starchy, but cushioned in such a way as to be remarkably comforting.   As the diaper touched her, the urge to go almost seemed to overwhelm her.   Her groin cried out to take void itself, both pee and…Michael shuttered at the thought, not quite willing to give voice to it.   

The urge to simply let go and use the diaper only became more pronounce as the Professor pulled it up between her legs and taped it into place.    It clung to her tightly and the lining around her legs felt like it was contracting to make a perfect seal around her midsection.    The plastic shell crinkled with every movement she made and as the Professor helped her sit up it continued to crinkle in such a way that set fire to her cheeks.   Every single girl in this room was watching her!  They had all watched her pee herself, have her pants taken from her, and been diapered like a helpless baby.  

Daisy was kneeling in front of her, her fingers still in Michael’s mouth.   She only sucked harder to help calm herself down.    “Now, now, you’re going to have to let go of your little friend,” the Professor said as she produced a bright pink pacifier  with a golden tiara printed on the button.    She gently pulled Daisy’s fingers away and Michael found her voice again.    Just as she was sucking in breath to renew her screams of terror, the Professor shoved the pacifier in and she was silent once more.   

Her shoes and socks having been taken away with her pants, and the pacifier freshly paralyzing her, Michael could only watch as the Professor dressed her in frilly white socks and black buckled flats.   She was pulled to her feet, her shoes clacking as if she was tap dancing and the Professor smiled at her before giving her a hug.    “Alright everyone, a round of applause for our newest student.   She did so well!”

The entire class burst into polite applause which only served to further embarrass Michael.   She still wore the tee shirt she had put on that morning when she had been a boy but everything else had been taken from her.     She wasn’t sure exactly what had happened to her hair but it was longer, silkier, and she could feel it brushing her shoulders.   

She now had on her navy tee on, a plain white diaper, and socks and shoes more suitable for a two year old girl than a twenty seven year old man.   She continued to suck on the pink pacifier that had been placed in her mouth.    She wanted to spit it out but her brain kept telling her that sucking on it was good and every time she did, she was filled with pleasure.    Her legs were now perfectly smooth as if she’d just painstakingly shaved them.    She was smaller, maybe a couple of inches shorter, and thinner.   It was disorienting.   The Professor, who had been shorter than her when she’d walked in, now loomed over her.

“Alright Daisy,” the Professor said as the applause died down, “Will you take our newest student to your table? And make sure you help her take notes since it’s her first day!”

“Of course Professor!” Daisy beamed as she grabbed Michael’s hand and led her to the table.   Daisy helped Michael sit, Michael just allowed it as all she could really think about was the plastic bulb in her mouth, and then sat down next to her.    Class apparently started.   Michael looked around in a daze.    The Professor was talking.   All of the students, all the girls, had writing pads out and were taking notes as the professor talked, although Michael couldn’t understand the words.   She had cotton in her ears.   It was all so overwhelming and her brain screamed itself into a corner.   She could only manage to continue sucking.

She did glance over at Daisy.   Instead of a notebook, Daisy had a writing pad with large ruled lines like might be found in a first grade classroom.   She was taking notes with an orange crayon and her handwriting was impossibly sloppy.   She was trying to write in big blocky letters but she frequently wrote them outside the lines so the end result was a mishmash of orange marks on her pad that made no sense to Michael.  

The urge to urinate continued to build and Michael could not banish the distracting thoughts from her mind.   If she closed her eyes, she could see herself squatting just right so that everything would come out.   The thought of doing so excited her.   The newness of how it excited her, given her new physical arrangement, only made her want to explore the thought even further.    Her brain was rewriting her hangups to convince her that messing herself would be a good idea.   She hated that she loved the idea.   

“Alright class, it’s lunch time!” the Professor called out.   She had been talking the entire time, although Michael hadn’t been able to make sense of the words.   For some reason, when the professor announced lunch, that pierced through her brain.    Michael’s tummy rumbled in a way that told her putting more food in it would be a very bad idea if she wanted to keep diaper clean.  

“I’ll help her Professor,” Daisy offered as she took a tray and sat it down in front of Michael.   There was a pile of dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets, cut up apple and banana slices, and a carton of milk.   Daisy opened the milk and plucked a straw in it before taking Michael’s pacifier and offering her a chicken nugget.   “Here, they’re good!”

“I’m not hungry,” Michael muttered.   The moment the pacifier had been pulled from her mouth, she, no not she, he, found his resistance back.   He was a boy, a man, damnit! Michael had no earthly clue how the hell this had happened to him.   They could change his body but he wasn’t going to let them mess with his mind any longer.  

“But you halfta eat,” Daisy said.  “It’s lunch time and that’s the rule.   If you don’t eat you get punished.”  There was a mild expression of panic in Daisy’s face as she looked in the direction of the professor.   “Come on, she’s coming this way.”

“I said I’m not hungry,” Michael growled.   He tried to speak as huskily as he could.   He hated the alien voice coming from his mouth.   

“What’s the matter here?” the Professor was looming over both of them.   “Not eating lunch are we? You need your nutrients!”

“I tried to get her to eat Professor!” Daisy said.   “She’s new! Please don’t punish her!”

“Oh don’t worry Daisy,” the Professor said with a sweet smile.  “I won’t punish her for not eating.”  Daisy breathed a sigh of relief, but only for a second.   “On the other hand, you haven’t been doing a very good job of helping Daisy.”

“Professor, I-” Daisy was cut off as the Professor grabbed her by the ear and hauled her out of her seat.

“Hey!” Michael jumped to his feet, “Let her go!” You could hear a pin drop.   The entire class had gone silent and all eyes were on Michael again.

“Sit down please,” the Professor instructed.  

“You need to let her go.  She didn’t do anything.” There was something concerning in the way the Professor was staring at him.   Her violet eyes were somewhat lifeless and devoid of feeling.   She looked through him as if he wasn’t even really worth her notice.  

“Daisy, corner,” she barked as she let loose of the other girl’s ear.   Daisy scurried off and stuck her nose in the corner.    “So you think you’re tough? A big strong man?”

“I don’t like bullies,” Michael snapped.  

The Professor’s lips curled into a sly smirk.  “Goodness, so you think I’m a bully? As a teacher, it’s my job to teach you girls discipline.   I don’t choose to punish you.   You choose to be punished.”

“Like hell we do,” Michael retorted.   “You’re just looking for a reason to be sadistic.”

“Alright,” the Professor conceded, “Since you think you know everything there is to know about my class, you can be in charge of the punishment.   Get to the front of the room.” 

Michael wasn’t entirely sure why he listened.   He should have just left.   What was this woman going to do to stop him from leaving? The entire room had a slight floral scent to it that was driving him nuts as well.   Fresh air would be wonderful.   Yet, he listened anyway and walked to the front of the room, diaper crinkling the entire way.   He still wasn’t used to his new body, his strides were shorter and he was…jiggling.   It was quite distracting.  

The Professor followed behind him, holding a chair, which she sat at the front of the room.  “Have a seat.” Michael didn’t want to sit but he did sit.   Had something changed in the cadence of her voice that compelled him to do so?

“Daisy,” the Professor called.  “Come here.”

“Yes Professor,” Daisy moaned as she walked slowly to the front of the room, her head downcast.   The professor reached for the snaps on Daisy’s shortalls, unclipping the suspenders and causing the entire outfit to fall to the ground.    Now that her shortalls were gone, Michael could see that she was wearing a diaper too.    Her diaper, in various pastels and decorated front and back with pink unicorns, sagged heavily.   It was quite full.  

“Assume the position Daisy,” the Professor instructed.   Without a word, Daisy stepped up to Michael and lay down across his knees, her butt firmly pointed at his face.   A foul smelling odor clawed its way into Michael’s skull and he realized that the girl’s diaper wasn’t just wet.  

“Here,” the Professor took a large wooden paddle down from the wall.   It was painted in hot pink.  

“What am I supposed to do with this?” Michael asked.

The Professor rolled her eyes, “Daisy was disobedient and did a bad job of helping you eat your lunch.   Now she needs to be punished.   Your job is to punish her, just to show you that I don’t just give out arbitrary punishments because I enjoy it.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Michael snorted as he dropped the paddle.   “I’m not going to spank her.”  The entire class gasped.   A low, quiet moan came from Daisy.   “What’s that…?”

“....please,” she looked up at him, tears streaking across her face.   “It’ll be worse for me if you don’t.   Please spank me.”  

“There, you see?” the Professor said.  “Daisy wants to be a good girl.   She’s asking you to help her be a good girl.   Unless you’d like to find out what will happen if you don’t help her be good.”

“Please!” Daisy was wailing now.   “Professor, I want to be good.   I didn’t mean to be bad.  Please!”

“Pick up the paddle,” the Professor said.  

Michael didn’t move.   Daisy cried.   The Professor stared.   It was a game of chicken.  After a moment, the Professor took a single step forward and Daisy screamed so loudly that the windows rattled.    Nervously, Michael grabbed the paddle.

“That’s better,” the Professor said.   “Now, please help Daisy be a good girl.   I think fifty swats will suffice this time.  It was a minor infraction after all.”

Michael did not feel good.   Complying with the professor’s demands seemed defeating but conversely, Daisy was asking him to hit her.   While he wasn’t sure what kind of punishment the professor had in mind if he refused, it seemed like Daisy knew.   If she wanted this, perhaps he should just do it.  

The wooden paddle felt oddly heavy in his hand, which was now delicate in a way he was quite unused to.   His fingers were slender and soft.   The weight of his arm that he was accustomed to was gone, as if both of his hands were non-dominant.   He brought the paddle down with what he thought was a good amount of force but it landed softly on Daisy’s padded bottom.

The Professor shook her head in disapproval.  “Daisy, did that seem like a punishment?”

“Harder! Please,” Daisy craned her neck to look into Michael’s eyes.   “You have to do it harder or she’ll make it so much worse for me.   Please.”

Michael tried again.   This time he crushed it as best he could, sending the wooden paddle whistling through the air as it slammed into Daisy’s backside with a sickening squelch.   The filling in her diaper spread out like a putrid paste across her bottom and though the diaper covered it up, Michael’s stomach churned as he imagined what it looked like.   Unfortunately, he didn’t imagine the smell.

Daisy squealed in pain and the Professor nodded in approval.  “Again!” Michael brought the paddle down, just as hard.   Daisy kicked her feet and cried out as the crack of the paddle echoed throughout the room.   None of the students said a word as they simply watched in silence.   “Again! Again!”

Michael couldn’t count.   He hoped the Professor was and that she would only make him do it the fifty times.   The diaper squelched again, the padding collapsing into Daisy’s bottom as bits of mush squeezed themselves out through her legguards.   Michael wanted to vomit.   The sight and smell were awful.   “Again!” the Professor cried.  

The punishment continued, long after Daisy’s squirming and crying turned into full throated sobbing.   Michael could barely hear the cry of, “Again!” against the backdrop of the girl on his lap bawling.   His ears rang with the awful sound of the paddle slamming against Daisy’s diaper.   His hand screamed in pain from the exhaustion of repeatedly bringing the wooden instrument down with as much force as he could muster.  

“Fifty, that’s enough.   You may stop.” the Professor ordered.   Michael threw the paddle to the ground.   Daisy’s butt and legs were obviously red where the diaper didn’t cover and smeared in the awful muck that had originally been in the back of her diaper.   It dripped down her legs.   And the smell! No sooner had Daisy pulled herself from his lap then he began to retch, emptying his stomach on the floor in front of him.   The girl’s feces had only been the needle, the sickness came from knowing that he’d had to beat her. 

Hushed murmurs came from the student audience, “The new girl just ruined the professor’s floor!” Michael could only taste bile in the back of his throat.   He tried to drag himself up but lost his footing.   His legs felt so weak now.   He crashed onto the floor, his face slamming into his own emptied stomach.   The terrible smell of stomach acids overwhelmed his senses and darkness claimed him.  

*     *     *

“Oh, you’re awake.  I guess that means I have to help you back to the room.” As Michael’s eyes opened, the first thing he registered was Nick, his roommate, peering down at him.   Nick kept her hair short, really short, with just a bit of flair on top.   She kept it parted down the middle in a very conventional style.   Her arms were toned reasonable well and she wore a sleeveless tee which showed them off.   There was a scowl on her face.  

“Nick? Where am I?” MIchael managed.  His voice! It was his voice!   He sat up immediately as soon as the sound of his familiar baritone registered in his ears.   His stomach screamed in protest but settled quickly enough.   It was his frame! His shoulders were broad, his arms thick, his hands large.   Michael wasn’t a big man, nor was he particularly muscular, but he had some size to him that he was happy with.   “Oh thank god.”

“Thank god for what?” Nick arched an eyebrow.   “You’re in the infirmary.   You passed out just outside of your first class.   Touch of a stomach bug the nurse said.   I’m supposed to make sure you stay in bed the rest of the night.” 

“I had the weirdest fucking dream,” Michael said as he swung his legs around the side of the bed.

“You’re not one of those people that has to tell me about every little thing are you?” Nick asked.

“Nah don’t worry about it.” Even if he did want to talk about it, Michael really didn’t know where he would begin.   Hi new roommate, I dreamed that my teacher turned me into a girl.   Everyone was wearing diapers for some reason and I spanked the person sitting next to me.   And then he’d be in the dean’s office explaining why he had a sexual harassment complaint filed against him on his first day.  

“Good,” Nick said.   “Here’s your bag.   I hope you weren’t expecting me to carry it for you.” 

The nurse had a few notes for him, nothing major.   She gave Michael some stomach medicine and told him he’d be smart to make an appointment with a primary care doctor to make sure he didn’t have anything seriously wrong with him.   After that, the trek back across campus began. 

It was late in the evening and the grounds were mostly empty besides one or two people, they were dressed normally right? A girl in a pinafore with wooly white socks and a jacket in the chill.   A little antiquated maybe but not necessarily something that you wouldn’t see.   Nick seemed pretty normal in her jeans and tank top.   She bore a tattoo on her right bicep, a raven sitting atop a skull.   Etched into the skull’s forehead was the circular upward arrow symbol of Mars.  

“How’s your stomach?” she asked as they reached their room.   She didn’t bother to hold the door for him as she walked in, letting it swing back in his face.  

“Better,” he replied as he pushed the door open, shutting it behind him. 

“I don’t normally give out freebies so don’t puke this up,” she said as she reached into the closet on her side of the room and pulled out a bottle of Johnnie Walker and a pair of glasses.   “You look like you could use a drink though,”

“Thanks,” he replied as he took the glass.   The smokey liquor oddly helped settle the last bit of queasiness from his stomach.   Nick brought the bottle with her as she crashed into one of the chairs, tossing her feet on her storage ottoman and pouring herself a second glass. 

“No problem,” she replied.   “Not that I actually care but now that I’ve got some liquid protection in me if you need to talk about that dream or whatever, I don’t actually care that much.”

“No, that’s alright,” Michael replied as he grabbed some clothes out of his closet.   “Think I’ll pop over to the bathroom and grab a shower.   I missed literally all of my classes so I guess I’ll have to make my rounds to all my professors in the morning to apologize.”

“Yeah that sounds like fun I guess,” Nick replied as she emptied her second glass.  “Enjoy yourself.”

Michael was really quite happy that the bathroom was empty because he did not expect to find what he saw when he pulled his jeans down.   A large white diaper was wrapped comfortably around his waist, yellow and sagging off of his crotch.   What the fuck.   The moment he saw the diaper, he became acutely aware of its existence between his legs, how it crinkled when he moved, how its bulk seemed to cocoon his groin, and how his legs had to stand just a little bit apart because of its thickness.

The diaper shredded as he angrily ripped it from his body.   The smell of stale urine only served to fuel his rage as he ripped the lid off the trashcan and sent it clattering across the floor.   He buried the used diaper at the bottom of the trashcan before picking the lid back up and shoving it on.  

He had to be going crazy.   He held onto the sides of the sink as if he couldn’t stand on his own and glared at his reflection in the mirror.   It was him.   He was a guy.   Everything was how it should have been.   But why the fuck was he wearing a diaper?

It had to have happened in the infirmary right?  He’d been passed out the entire day.   Maybe they’d put it on him as some kind of routine precaution.   The idea of a sixty year old nurse stripping his pants and putting him in a diaper wasn’t exactly thrilling but it was better than that weird shit he’d hallucinated.  

He turned the heat on the shower up so high that the water scalded his skin.   The heat and pain helped him burn the memories away.  And, he was sure, it would completely sanitize is pee soaked crotch.   He wasn’t sure how long he stayed in the shower but by the time he was finished, the entire bathroom had fogged up from moisture.   As he wiped the condensation away, he saw his entire body was red from the heat.  
He shaved - his face! - and even though he was going to bed he dabbed on a bit of cologne.   He was a man, damnit.   He wasn’t a girl.   He wasn’t a diaper wearing baby.   He was a full-grown human male.  

By the time he’d finished, and tossed on some sweats and a shirt for bed, he was feeling good about himself.   “Oh good, you’re finished” Nick said as he came back into their room.  “You have a guest.”

Daisy Brown was standing in the middle of their room.   Her ringlets flopped against the back of her head, a pink skirtall sitting over a white shirt, frilly socks and shoes, and a very obvious diaper poking out from the bottom of her skirt.   “Hi!” she said with a broad smile, “I hope you’re feeling better.   The Professor asked me to bring your homework.   It’s really easy.  For the next class, all you have to do is come to class in a pretty dress.”