Whitewood University: Gender Exchange Studies

“Ah, Ms. Daniels! What can I help you with today? Is there anything wrong?” Hannah Thorn said with a beaming smile as she watched the top heavy blonde charge through her office door, hips rocking side to side and large breasts bouncing and barely contained by a flimsy tank-top. The Headmistress of Whitewood University simply watched in amused curiosity as the angry blonde stomped towards her, a very pretty face twisted into a pouty scowl of anger.

“Oh I can think of a couple things!” Brandon snarled in his new airy, singsong voice. As he crossed the small office and rounded the counselor’s desk. His tiny feet stomped to a stop and he pulled, with a tiny hand, at his top and revealing the large orbs of womanly tissue beneath it, crooking a free and freshly manicured finger towards his new body parts. “Change me back right now!”

An hour ago Brandon had been another rude freshman in college, a small town sports star thinking that he was going to be the big man on campus, there to win all the football games and all the hot chicks, even before the semester even started!. Sure, the boy had gotten a scholarship, but he was far from being able to cruise on his athletic ability alone, and to pad out the required coursework the young man had padded his schedule with a bunch of no effort classes. Including the popular ‘Gender Equality Studies’ that so many students signed up for because it was an easy A to put on their transcripts, especially for most of the athletic students who wanted the least amounted of coursework possible. 

And maybe Hannah would have been willing to leave reality alone if Brandon hadn’t already earned himself a reputation on campus as being a stuck up, self centered chauvinist and a bit of a bully. So, using her magical pen, she had quietly crossed out Brandon’s name from ‘Gender Equality Studies’ and added it to the roster for the more obscure course known as ‘Gender Exchange Studies’. It was an exclusive class that the Headmistress herself taught to a hand-picked selection of students. Usually it was those curious few that truly wanted to explore what it was like to be the opposite gender, either because those students were Trans or actually interested in gaining knowledge and understanding of their counterpart gender. And then, of course, there were students like Brandon who brought it on themselves.

In any of the cases though, Hannah was happy to help. It was, after all, why she’d taken the job in the first place. Make the world a better place through first hand knowledge…And maybe with a little help from one of Whitewood’s magical artifacts.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Ms. Daniels. Is there a problem with your schedule? I know that your Gender Exchange Studyputs a bit of a time crunch on you getting to cheerleading practice…”  Hannah said, waving her pen in the air casually, the invisible magic changing reality and the student in front of her once more.

Brandon blinked in confusion. Gender Exchange Study? That...didn't sound right. But what else could it have been that changed him? That's why he changed his name, right? He took a seat across from the Headmistress, still upset though much calmer now. No, he hadn't chosen this! He was a football star! That was the entire reason he was AT Whitewood!

"But that's...Bullshit! I didn't sign up for this! And why is everyone calling me Brandy! My name is-" Brandon hissed, unaware of another wave of Ms. Thorn's pen, "-BRANDY, not BRANDON! Wait, what...why did I...WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!?" He screeched, feeling even more terrified than when he'd first been changed, especially with the look in the Headmistress's eyes.

"Ms. Daniels, Brandy, let me be perfectly clear with you. You’ve accumulated a rather nasty reputation on MY campus in a rather short amount of time” Hannah’s voice had lost all of it’s sweetness as she started straight into Brandon’s glittering green eyes, “So I’ve decided to take a personal interest in correcting your behavior while you’re here at Whitewood. Do I have your attention now?”

Brandon's protest died in his throat, and all he could do was nod in silent and complete acknoweldgement of the Headmistress's words. Whoever, or WHATEVER Ms. Thorne was, the former boy felt he should start listening before she changed him even more. After all, she was his teacheer in the Exchange Studies, right?...Right?

“You’ll go through the next full school year as a woman, as Brandy Daniels, the popular cheerleader, and show me that you have learned how to treat the other students at Whitewood with respect, ESPECIALLY women, and I’ll turn you back into a man AND give you back your spot on the football team. And every time you break a rule, be rude to someone, and turn in a sub-par or late assignment, I’ll take just a little bit more from you and replace it with the giggly, sex-starved little bimbo you think all college girls are, until that is ALL that you are!” Hannah said, her voice exuding a power all of it’s own, her curly red hair twitching as if it was alive and being moved by un-felt breeze. Just to further make her point, Ms. Thorn flicked a finger, smiling cruelly as Brandon looked down at the crotch of his tight-fitting pants. A little heightened libido and a switch of sexual preferences could do wonders to send a message to a stubborn student.

Brandon, or rather, Brandy, could do nothing more but agree as her body was wracked with waves of pleasure. It was going to be a hell of a freshman year...