My name is Naomi Conners. And I'm a woman...no, a girl. It wasn't always like this. I'd been a man, and the boys P.E. teacher and head coach. Now she was a teacher's aide who assisted the girl's P.E. teacher. Nobody remembered her being a man- she didn't even remember her original name!
Somehow, Noelle Bishop had done this to her! But even though she recalled her old life (though mostly in broad strokes), she couldn't bring herself to say anything to anyone. Instead she went about her day with a smile on her face, and was polite and cheerful to everyone. Even if she wanted to act otherwise, this new personal that had been forced upon her simply took over, leaving her feeling trapped in another person's body- an observer to a life not her own.
When she finally got to the women's bathroom, she looked at herself in a mirror in total shock. She was so young! She knew that she was supposedly 22 (and her driver's license confirmed, as well as letting her know she was now 5' 2", and 123 lbs.) but she looked barely older than the kids attending the school. And she was very pretty, with auburn hair tied into a ponytail, a great figure with some nice tone, and very nice tits. She had a great smile, a cute little nose, and only her grey eyes remained the same.
As the day went on, she could tell the boys were looking at her, no doubt drooling over her with minds addled by teenaged lust. She imagined them jacking off while thinking about her, and while she wanted to puke, her cheery smile didn't even falter. One of the younger teachers, that fag Mr. Ryan even commented on how good she looked.
Was he hitting on her?! Disgusting! She was a MAN! But instead she giggled at him and blushed. Blushed!
Was she...attracted to men now? No, please God, no! Then she imagined all the boys cornering her, tearing at her clothes, grabbing at her body...no no, she didn't want to be raped!
Nicely toned or not, she was a fairly short girl. Would she even be able to fight back? Or just smile vapidly at the boys while they did it? Oh God, she could get pregnant now!
She couldn't even break down and cry (as horrifying as the that thought was). This was hell. Pure hell.
Suddenly, a voice called out to her. She turned, and saw Noelle. 'Stay away from me, you witch!' is what she wanted to say, but instead... "Miss Bishop, how can I help you?"
Noelle looked at her and frowned. "Maybe I went too far with you. Sorry, but you pissed me off. I'll make you forget you were ever a man. You'll be happier, I think."
Somehow, with herculean effort, she managed to speak. "ww...ait...no men..."
Noelle tilted her head to one side. "Ohh, right. Sure no problem. I wish Miss Conners was a lesbian."
Naomi blinked. She felt a bit more at ease, and she had to admit that Miss Bishop was fairly attractive...wait, no, there was still... "don wanna be...forced..."
Noelle put her hand gently on Naomi's shoulder. "I understand why you'd be afraid. I wish that anyone who tries to assault Miss Conners, sexually or otherwise, will find themselves struck impotent and unable to bring themselves to harm her."
That was such a relief, that she didn't even try to resist having her memories wiped. And then she was just Naomi Conners the nicest teacher's aide you ever met. She always seemed cheerful and happy, and even the most perverted of guys felt she was just untouchable, like an angel. And if she had a thing for the girls, well, you know what they say about girls in physical education...