Benjamin woke up at the beeping of his alarm clock. He felt well rested and oddly excited about something. This was strange since it was just a normal day and for some reason he was laying on the hard floor of his room. He turned the alarm-clock off and groggily stretched. That was strange. He felt so limber. Like a contortionist. Something felt off, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
He went to the bathroom and relieved himself, then looked in the mirror. He thought he looked different, but it was hard to pin point. Was he shorter? There was nothing specific he could think of, but he was definitely cuter than before. And something else. Maybe he was just half in dreamland still.
He walked downstairs, feeling like he was forgetting something important. He shook it off and just went to the kitchen. No one else was up yet. He opened the fringe for the milk. The cold air tickled his bare skin. There was something he had forgotten to do, Benjamin was sure of it. As he ate a quiet breakfast he tried to remember. He'd done his homework. He hadn't made any plans with friends. Probably nothing important. He shrugged and got ready for the day. Packing his lunch and slipping on his backpack. The straps felt strange on his smooth, bare shoulders, but Benjamin couldn't think why.
He stepped outside and began walking. The concrete felt really hot under his bare feet in the summer morning. He wondered why he was only noticing this now. But since it was still so early the air was a bit cool. The wind blew across his exposed body and made him shiver. Was it always so chilly going to class? This was even such a sunny day. He didn't understand what this nagging feeling was at the back of his mind. Part of him screaming for him to remember something vital.
People on the street stared at him as he walked past. It made him blush. Was there something on his face? A car honked at him as it passed. Someone whistled from an open window of a house. An old lady at her mail box asked sternly, had he no shame. There was something going on.
When he crossed into the courtyard of the school, all eyes were on him. Mouths hanging agape. Someone started laughing. Even pointing. Benjamin was getting very nervous. He tried to find somewhere he'd draw less attention, but people were following him. Whispering to one another. Giggling.
The bell rang and Benjamin couldn't wait to get into class. He hurried in, but found his desc had been moved. He recognized the characteristic chip off it's side, placed front and center of the class. Everyone got into the other seats as if this was the normal sett up. But they all stared at Benjamin. Something was very wrong, but he could not think what it was.
Benjamin sat down, missing his ignorable place at the back of the class. The texture of the wooden chair felt unfamiliar on his bare butt, but he was certain it was his usual chair. The aluminum legs of the desk were cold on his naked thighs.
The teacher walked in and his eyes fell immediately onto Benjamin. Just like everyone else had. Benjamin fidgeted in his seat. What was everyone staring at him like that for!?