Prim and Proper

You had done it, finally! After thinking it out for weeks, and building up the courage, you managed to do it. You dropped out of university. Yes, most people would think of this as being an easy solution, just a quick escape. But it was far from that. It was a hard decision that will have a lot of impact on your future. But it was the right decision. School was not the place for you, your motivation was close to zero, and already you had started failing classes. It would only take some time before you were either kicked out for failing too much, or you would just kill yourself from the stress and pressure. This was the right thing to do, not to prolong the suffering and waste more time, and move on with your life, and do something within your reach. The biggest sign that this was a good choice was the relief you felt after you met up with the school counselor and informed him of your choice, to not pursue your studies and not even complete the semester. But there was one final thing that needed to be done, one thing to do before you were free from the burden of school. You had to tell your mom.

It scared you to your core. Your mom had not had the luxury of being able to afford higher education when she was your age. And after losing your dad, and raising you by herself, she was proud of being able to send you to university. In fact, she was most likely the only reason you enrolled in the first place, with her insisting that this was required for your future, and that she wanted you to have a better life than she did. And now you had to tell her that you have up, that her dream was not your dream. It would break her heart and you knew it. But you had to do it. So, you called her and asked her to meet you at your dorm room for a talk. And then you waited, nervously.

When she arrived, you tried not to appear too stressed, too awkward, but it clearly showed that you hadn’t invited her for a simple chat. She knew something was going on. You offered her coffee, but she politely refused, asking what was on your mind. Then you decided not to drag this on any further and dropped the bomb on her.

“I dropped out of university.”

At first her expression didn’t change, she didn’t seem to react at all. Was she taking it better than expected? Was she going to be ok with it? But as the silence after your declaration went on, you realized she was just in shock at the news, her mind still trying to process the information. Slowly her expression grew sour, features darkened as anger rose within her. She then spoke up, her tone icy cold, almost threatening.

“After all I sacrificed… After all I did… just for you! You go and do something like this! Abandon your future, destroy everything I built for you!? I would say that I am disappointed but no, I am angry at you, angry that you would even think of doing such a thing! And what now, are you going to go back to that part time job and the fast food down the road? Come back to live in my basement, eat my food, and just play video games all the time again? When I slaved so hard to give you your own promising future? Your own life? I can’t do this anymore!”

As she spoke, she seemed to grow angrier, and then her anger died down, and she slumped, as if completely defeated. It was as if she had finally given up on you, on what she perceived as your lazy way of doing things. She resumed, almost whispering now, voice tense with emotion.

“You know what? I wish you were a good student, prim and proper, eager to go to school. No actually… this is too much. I wish you weren’t even my son, you lazy good for nothing, ungrateful boy…”

With that she stormed off, not even letting you fit in another word. You were supposed to ask her to move back in with her temporarily, until your situation had settled, but with how that went you weren’t sure that was an option anymore. Unfortunately, with you no longer being a student, you had to move out of the dorms today, as per school regulation. So, you continued packing your things, future looking slightly bleaker and uncertain now. But, without both of your knowledge, your mother’s wishes had been so heartfelt, uttered so powerfully that they had attracted the attention of a celestial being, who had decided to rewrite reality, in accordance to what your mother had said.

It started as you were packing your things. You were already almost ready to leave when your mother had arrived, so all your clothes were already in your trunk. You went to your desk to grab your laptop, a big bulky thing made for gaming. But when you got there, your laptop was no longer there! In it’s place was a thin notebook style laptop, fit only to take notes and do PowerPoint presentations. Where was your laptop gone, and what was this thing doing here? Intrigued, you booted it up, and were surprised to see that your usual password worked for logging in. What the hell? Did your mom take your old laptop and switched it with this new one, more oriented for school work? No that wasn’t possible, you were with her the whole time she was here, you would have noticed if she had done anything like that. And besides, how could she have known what password your use? None of this made sense.

Deciding to figure this out later, you slipped the laptop in your bag, and made sure you had everything, double checking every drawer, every cupboard. When you opened your night stand drawer where you kept your underwear you noticed a piece of tissue, most likely some underwear that you had missed when grabbing the rest. As you grabbed it and pulled it out in unfolded, revealing a soft pair of black panties. Panties!? What were those doing here? You hadn’t had a girl here in, well, ever, and you had never seen these before in your life. And you are pretty sure you would have noticed if they had been here when you moved it. Besides, this was a guy’s dorm! You just dropped the pair back in the drawer for the next resident to find, these weren’t going to be your problem anymore. Plus, you really didn’t want your mom to snoop around your stuff and find these and ask questions you wouldn’t be able to answer.

Confident that you had everything, at least that actually belonged to you, you grabbed your backpack, laptop bag and trunk, and headed downstairs, and waited on the side of the road for the cab you had just called over. You were still planning on heading to your mom’s house, despite how bad your discussion went, because you didn’t really have anywhere else to go. You would just have to talk things over with her, arrive to an agreement. You would have asked her to drive you there, but with how the conversation ended that didn’t seem like an option, hence the cab, as you did not have a car of your own. While you were waiting you felt a sudden airy chill on your legs, and you looked down to see that you were no longer wearing your jeans, but instead had a short leather skirt on, with a tan pantyhose! What the hell!? In a panic, not wanting to be caught wearing ladies’ clothes, you opened your trunk in a hurry, to find something else to quickly change into. But to your surprise and horror all your clothes had changed as well! Gone were your jeans and T-shirts, all you had left were feminine blouses, skirts, dresses. What was going on? Just as you were considering your options, you heard the beeping of a horn, the cab having arrived. This was no place to stay, you would just have to figure things out at your mom’s place, maybe hope she still had some of your clothes around.

As you walked towards the vehicle your knee-high boots with heels clacked against the pavement. You didn’t even stop to assess that new change, along with your new beige sleeveless blouse. You had to get out of here. The driver looked at you with confused eyes, but still didn’t ask any questions regarding your attire, on your still masculine body, and quietly loaded your luggage to the trunk. You got into the back of the cab and quickly closed the door, lest someone you know see you in your current predicament. As you gave your mom’s address to the driver, you swore you heard your voice crack and grow high pitched, but you tried to ignore that last detail, hoping you wouldn’t be the next one to be affected by these changes.

But as you nervously passed a manicured hand with long fingernails through your lengthening hair, you realized with horror that your body would not be spared. Quickly your whole body reformed to match the clothes you were wearing. Hair shot way past your shoulders, facial features softened, the bra you were suddenly wearing became full of your new breasts, ass provided extra cushioning to the seat beneath you, and panties became flat against your crotch as your dick reformed into a fully female vagina. You wanted to freak out, tell the cab driver to head to the nearest hospital instead, anything, but found yourself oddly calm instead. So, you reached out to your black leather hand bag, which had been your back pack just moments ago, and retrieved a compact mirror from it. As you opened it you took stock of your now very feminine face, complete with make-up, and framed by long silky brown hair. How and why was this happening? And why weren’t you freaking out more? You realized that your mind must also be affected, being molded to fit in with the rest of you just as your body was reshaped to fit the clothes.

That fear was confirmed when you arrived at your mom’s place, and you spoke up calmly to the cab driver, thanking him for the ride, in a feminine voice, with a deep… British accent? Where did that come from? But, unfazed, you stepped out of the vehicle in a perfectly feminine manner, slinging your hand bag daintily on your shoulder, and grabbing your laptop bag and trunk before making your way towards the house, walking on the heels as if you had done so all your life, hips swaying slightly , long hair waving in the slight breeze. Why did this new body feel so… familiar? So comfortable? Almost as if this was the body you grew up with, the body you always had. You arrived on the door step, knocking a few times and waiting patiently, hearing shuffling on the other side of the door. When the door opened, a polite smile spread on your lips. You tried desperately to cry out to your mother, who now stood in front of you, tell her you were her son, that you had been somehow transformed and needed her help. But other words escaped your lips, betraying you.

“Hello, I am Julia Smith, the exchange student from England! Am I at the right address?”

Your voice still had a deep British accent, completing your whole prim and proper English Woman look.

“Yes of course! Come in, come in! I have been expecting you!”

She helped you with your bags, grabbing your trunk and wheeling it inside. You tried to fight, tried to grab her and explain to her you weren’t really an exchange student from England, but you were powerless, stuck in the passenger sea

“Gosh I am so happy to be here! This is going to be quite an experience! And oh, my what a lovely home you have, I must say I think I will quite enjoy living here for the next year!”

Your mother blushed slightly at that.

“Thank you dear! Yes, I have so much space in this big house, and having you over will be great! I always had wanted to have kids, but unfortunately life got in the way of things and I never settled down… If I ever had a child, I am sure I would have wanted them to be just like you, so well mannered and focused on her studies! Your parents must be proud, I am sure they will miss you a lot, and you them as well!”

You were dumbfounded. Your mother never had kids? That means she never had you! The old you, the male you, had been erased, had never existed! As the woman you had become kept chatting with the person who had been your mother, you came to the realization that she couldn’t help you, hell, you couldn’t help yourself! You were trapped, as this feminine, elegant and proper English woman, come to study in America, and then bound to go back to her country to live her life, whatever that would be. And there was nothing you could do about it.