Erin gasped. Was Mr. Gee really a pervert. Then she remembered she had heard girls talking about it but just dismissed it as hysterical female drama. But why would she dismiss the other girls like that. Wasn’t she a girl. She caught Mr. Gee looking at her from the corner of his eye. It was a lewd look. One hand was hidden behind his desk but the muscles in his forearm were twitching. Erin shuddered. Why had she never noticed this before. Unless...
“Was I a boy? Is that what changed?” The thought disturbed her because it felt both instantly correct but oddly incongruent with her sense of self. Still, that was a long term problem and she had a short term problem on hand. She looked at the sentence. The easiest solution was immediately apparent so she changed “touches” to “feminizes” and confirmed.
Just like that the teachers desk was covered by an assortment of bags and make-up products. As class went on whenever he would look at one of the girls in the class he would grab a tube of lipstick and do his lips, or rub foundation on his face, or open one of the bags and pull out a piece of women’s clothing and change. By the time the class got to its last ten minutes Mr. Gee was in full drag. It had been pretty awkward when he changed underwear and when he’d stuffed his bra, but amazingly the other students seemed to take it as if it was normal albeit odd.
What a fun app. Erin wondered if there were additional changes she could make. She could test her theory she should be a boy? Or what if she gender changed one of the people who felt wrong? That might test the theory. Or she could play with Mr. Gee some more. Or she could help or harm a fellow student. Decisions.