In With the New (Bully)

            Would you believe that this is--rather, was--my school bully?

          She was a thorn in my side since the very first day of high school. On several occasions, she and her cronies have pelted me with eggs after the last bell rings. They've harassed me for my lunch money, sacked me to the gym floor, and even pantsed me in the hallway in front of all the other students. She has done all sorts of nasty and humiliating things to me. However, she also used to be a he. That's right; My school bully was a male, turned into a female.

            It was intended to be payback for everything he had done to me throughout the whole school year. Alas, as poet Robert Burns put it, "The best laid schemes of mice and men gang aft agley." Something was sure to go wrong, I just didn't know what in particular. My plot for revenge involved the use of "Hot-T", the infamous drug that could turn the beefiest of men into women. The thing is, what I got ahold of were pills that contained a concentrated version that could make men into women permanently. Someone I trusted managed to smuggle it in a plastic bag onto school grounds. I had to keep the drug hidden at all times from the faculty or be suspended, even expelled, from school. All I had to do was wait until the right moment to trick him into taking the pills. Luckily, I wouldn't have to wait too long.

            From a safe hiding spot, I watched as he jimmied my locker open and found the pills. Like the dumb brute he was, he thought they were candy. I held back my joy as he ripped open the bag and foolishly gobbled them down, sealing his fate. If you'll forgive my poor word choice, revenge was sweet, or so I thought. I was told that the pills would go into effect once they reached his stomach. Everything was going as planned, for now.

            Now, this guy was a heavyset character. "Tubby" would be putting it mildly. He looked like one of those ghosts always chasing Pac-Man in his arcade game. I didn't dare picture him in his underwear, at the risk of throwing up. When he grabbed his stomach, I grabbed mine on reflex. From behind a pack of lockers, I could hear him groan and say, "That...was...a bad idea."

            I took a quick peek to find him staring at the hair on the back of his hands.

            "Oh, God!" He cried out. Luckily, the halls were empty. "My hands!"

            Sure enough, the hair was receding within his skin. The hair on his arms followed suit. Afterwards, his fingernails began lengthening, becoming ungroomed talons. Then, he seemed to be squirming below. I could tell his private parts were rearranging. He moved his hands to his "balls and chain" as they became a woman's "mechanisms". I could hear what sounded like slurping from the other side of the hallway, where I was. Running to the nearest corner, he quickly unzipped his pants. The mortified look on his face told me all I needed to know. Hyperventilating, he silently cried, "What's happening to my body?"

            I didn't dare make a sound, lest he come at me like an angry bull.

           "Oh, God. Are these... boobs?!"

           Indeed, even from a distance, I could see some lumps underneath his shirt. They were growing bigger every second.

           *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

           "I got boobs!" His face had fear written all over. He, indeed, had boobs. If he had lifted his shirt, I would have guessed they were E-cup. They were so big, they managed to lift up his plaid shirt and were even making a tent. What I would give to see the deep cleavage he must have had. 

           "No-no-no-no-no-no... I'm really becoming a chick!" He covered his mouth, visibly taken aback at the sudden change in his voice. "Now, my voice is girly!"

           The biggest changes, pun completely unintended, had finally came in the form of his large body slowly but surely shrinking in size. With every passing second, his height decreased an inch while his body mass melted away into nothingness. However, some mass did go to his derriere, making it quite corpulent in appearance. His pants had lost the fight to stay in place and fell to the floor; whereas, his shirt appeared to be more like a circus tent. The sound of bones creaking told me that his hips were shifting outward, giving him--I suppose I should say her at this point--hips meant for childbearing. Her hands had moved to her face as the last piece of her transformation took place. A smaller nose, fuller cheeks, bigger eyelashes, and a receded jawbone had all but erased her masculine facial features. It had ended, and I was lucky enough to see it all.

           "Oh my God! This cannot be happening to me! What did that candy do to me?! I have a girl's body! Oh my God!  What do I tell my parents?! Nobody will believe this! My life is over!"

           Just as she uttered those words, she grabbed her head, visibly in pain. It seemed that the mental changes were now taking place. She knelt down to the ground as her forehead appeared to be pulsating.

          "Help...me!" She managed to squeak out, before letting out a blood-curdling scream. I was terribly shaken by the unexpected shriek. It was sure to attract the teachers and other students, so I had to act fast. Without a second thought, I rushed upstairs to the school library, making sure I wasn't seen. Once inside, I peeked from a glass window at my transformed bully as she stood back up, her denim jeans still on the floor in a heap. She stepped out of them and slowly made her way to a restroom, the girls' restroom. From the library, I couldn't see anything, and I didn't want to appear suspicious. So, I could only imagine what was going on in there. The rest of the day went as scheduled, and I kept my enthusiasm at bay over what had happened. It seemed like, for the first time in what felt like a long time, I would feel comfortable going to high school. I couldn't be more wrong.

        Some time had passed. Nobody had heard from the school bully since my "plot" took place. Instead, most of the talk or "school gossip" revolved around the "new girl" in school. Some girls in the upper class were resentful of her while the freshmen and sophomore girls quietly feared her. All of the guys, however, wanted her. Personally, I knew nothing about her except that she reportedly got a private thrill keeping guys at arm's length, so to speak, and berating and belittling girls she considered inferior, compared to her. Then came the moment I thought would never happen: She came forward to oppose me.

          I was at my locker when it happened. The sound of stilettos became louder and louder with every second. She poked my shoulder, scaring me. As I turned around, I got a good look at her. The clothes she wore couldn't have possibly met the school dress code: What I thought was a blue, see-through crop top, combined with dolphin shorts. The pose she made, her manicured hands on her hips, and the stern look on her face spoke volumes. Maybe she didn't recognize me.

         "Uh...hi. Can I help you?" I said, sheepishly.

         "I feel like I should...know you or something." Her voice alone gave me chills, but in a good way. I can't explain it, but it reminded me of Alicia Silverstone's character in that movie, Clueless, except huskier. I was trying really hard not to, if I may, be erect.

         "Really?" I asked her, acting dumb. "How else do you feel?"

         "A part of me is telling me to stomp on you with my heels. Another part of me wants me to make you kiss my feet. I should be disgusted at the thought of that, but for some reason, I'm not."

         Something told me she wanted to do something to me, but something from within was holding her back. Then, a smile finally formed on her face. It was then and there that my heart sank.

         "I know! I think I'll make you do my homework for me. Yeah, that will be just the beginning. You, little boy, are going to do everything I say, and should you refuse, I can 'persuade' one of my male admirers to find you and hurt you. I think we have an understanding, don't we?" 

        Unable to think of any other options, I silently nodded. With my consent, she walked--or rather, strutted--away. As she did, I found myself unable to look away from her derriere. Time seemed to slow down as I kept on staring. Her tush was... big, to say the least. Those legs of hers were something to behold, too, especially her thighs. Maybe, doing her homework against my will wouldn't be too bad, if it meant looking at her for longer periods of time. Little did I know then how right she was. This was only the beginning.

        Ever since then, she has had me do more then just her homework. She's had me carry her backpack, read self-deprecating poetry in front of everyone, and even use me as a step-stool. I had back pain for days! Despite all the mistreatment, never did a trace of her original self appear. It was as if she had no memory of who she used to be, beefy, muscular in some places, and had a brutish face. This "replacement" was statuesque, thick in some places, and a flawless face. What made her a menace to my peers was her personality and behavior. It was like one school bully had been quickly replaced with another, albeit much more attractive. Nevertheless, it seemed like I was getting the worst of it, compared to others. In the end, virtually nothing had changed, regarding my high school predicament, except the gender of my tormentor, and if I acted out of turn or otherwise, did something wrong, she would send her "male admirers", as she called them, would hunt me down like a wanted criminal. It seems this particular adage fits my situation: Out with the old, in with the new.