Kira was only 4 feet ten inches, but she was still hard to miss as she strutted down the hallway the next morning. For one thing, the unmistakable tip of a dildo poked from the top of her backpack, and for another a leather paddle hung from a loop at her waist. Her presence drew a lot of eyes, most merely curious but a few intrigued.
Amanda gave a deep curtsey before Kira. "Good morning, Queen-bitch Kira, how may the most insignificant of your servants please you today?" Kira was a proud black woman, and however good a sub a black girl like Amanda was, she wasn't going to refer to herself as a "slave" if Kira had anything to say about it, which she did. She was saving that for when she dommed a white girl.
Kira reached into her backpack and pulled out a studded leather collar with a tag reading "If lost, return to Kira" on it. "Never take that off, even in the shower. After school, we're going to go to a tattoo parlor and have 'My ass belongs to Kira' tattooed on your backside."
"Thank you, Queen Kira" Amanda moaned ecstatically.
"Cut homeroom, and come to the third floor girl's bathroom" (not that there was any other gender of bathroom, but old habits die hard) "and you better not be wearing any underwear."
"Yes, Queen Kira."
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Naturally, the internet had exploded with the change. Greta was flipping through Facebook and Twitter. Most who posted seemed happy with their beautiful, healthy youthful bodies but some did not. She put aside men, cis and trans, protesting the loss of manhood, as she knew that they would eventually adjust to their new state as part of her wish. But some people had more interesting objections. There was a Facebook post from someone named "Elizabeth" that raised some interesting issues.
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"On the bright side" said the doctor, an extremely hot-looking Jewish woman who twenty-four hours earlier had been an old Jewish man "These new bodies have amazing healing capability. It's possible that your friend won't even have scars. On the other hand, we don't want to see her right back here. She clearly has issues that she needs therapy for, but no therapist really knows anything about what we're calling 'transformation shock.'"
"Is she awake?"
"Yes, and she wants to talk to you, but keep it brief."
Allison walked into Logan's room. Logan turned to her. "I guess I should thank you."
"You're welcome."
Logan seemed fascinated with Allison's My Little Pony pink pajama top. "You really don't have a problem with this, being a girly-girl."
Allison giggled. "You should see my bedroom, it looks like an explosion in a cotton candy factory. No, I like being this kind of girl."
"I would hate that."
"Logan, I saw your bedroom. It looks nothing like mine. I even checked your medicine cabinet, to make sure you hadn't taken anything. I didn't see a single cosmetic in your bathroom, not even a lip gloss. There's hardly any decoration. Your wardrobe is, to put it kindly, functional. If I someone had told me that this was a girl's room before the change, I would have thought wow, she must be the world's biggest bulldyke."
"Since I woke up, it seems more natural to be a girl--like my mind's finally adjusted to my body. But I don't want to be feminine."
"You don't have to be. Just like when you made the magic let you keep your name."
"Damn" said Logan "I need a haircut."
Allison leaned over to kiss Logan on the forehead. "I'll be back after school."
"Allison, one last thing. You're really pretty."
Allison felt she was floating out of the hospital.
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Millie looked at her morning class of little girls and felt closer to her students than she ever had before. Little Jill, the former Timmy, seemed to have gotten over her initial shock and was as active as any of the rest. "You seem really happy, Ms. Aaronsohn" she said.
"I am, Jill, I am."
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Elizabeth suddenly found herself standing in front of two women, one white and one black. They emanated a sense of power beyond anything she had ever known, even when she had once briefly met the President. The white one spoke. "We understand that you're not happy with our work. Would you like to discuss it?"