Women’s Venom
Prelude #1
School
began in an odd way today. Well, for one, this seemingly normal spring morning
my mom decided to come with. It was nice to get a ride to school instead of the
bus, but for some reason I felt uneasy. Mom had also brought a small duffel bag
with her. It seemed mostly empty, but no doubt some things were in there. While
mom remained her usual stoic self, Jennifer seemed oddly perky today, kicking
her legs a bit as mom drove.
“What’re
you so happy about?” I ask, confused. Jennifer was rarely ever this happy about
going to school. Usually only if there was some special event, or it was a
rather easy day. These didn’t happen often, and I don’t recall it being a field
trip day for the fourth graders or so.
“Oh,
you’ll see little bro.” Jennifer added extra emphasis on the bro. She smirked a
bit and continued energetically moving her legs a bit. “Can’t wait to see how
it turns out.”
“You’ll
be in class dear.” Mom spoke up, pulling into the parking lot of the moderately
large elementary school, putting the car in park.
“But
mom! I wanna see!” Jennifer whined, pouting a bit.
“This
is between Ryan’s first graders and the fifth graders. You’ll have your turn
next year, if you get your stinger working by then.” She states in a matter of
fact way. Jennifer groans a bit but gets out of the car.
I
too got out of the car. I began to ponder. What was going on with the fifth
graders? Sure, they were the oldest in the school but what would we first
graders have to do with them? It was odd for sure. And mom mentioned Jennifer’s
stinger. I just know girls have them, but not what they do. I was thinking so
hard before I knew it I had made it to my class with my mom. Jennifer, I
assume, had gone off to her fourth grade class somewhere down their particular
hall.
Inside
was… different. The desks were aligned a bit together to make room for an odd
sight. Along the far wall opposite the door was a large curtain, the entire
length covered by the red fabric. It hung pretty high up, but not completely
towards the ceiling. We must have gotten here early, as we were about sixth or
seventh in my class of near twenty five. Only seemed to be other boys in the
room currently. They were in a huddle towards the back of the room, while my
mom walked off to say hello to the teacher. I made my way over to them.
“Hey
guys… what’s going on?” I walked up. Three of the boys looked a bit confused,
while the fourth boy, Jack, look positively scared to death. He shook a bit now
and again, his hazel eyes a bit unfocused.
“Jack
says he knows what this is about.” One of them says, pointing a bit to Jack,
rolling his eyes.
“Well,
what are our moms doing here?” I ask. The boys groan a bit as Jack seems to
start some speech up again.
“W-well,
you know the stingers the girls have?” I nod. “Well, you know what they’re for?”
I shake my head no. He pauses for dramatic effect. “Well, they turn us into…”
he gulps. “Girls…”
I
quirk an eyebrow confused. The other boys shake their heads a bit, not sure whether
to believe him or not. We don’t really know what their stingers do, but turning
us into girls? That seems a bit farfetched. Jack goes on and on about how his
older brother was a girl for a week in October last year. That this is a so
called girl week for the fifth graders as they develop their venom as he called
it. Of course, none of us had seen his brother during this time, so we weren’t
sure if we should believe him or not.
The
morning ticks by, as more and more of the students came in, all of them the
boys in my class. With the lack of girls around, I did start getting a bit
curious if what Jack said was true. At exactly eight in the morning, the
teacher called us to our seats. Our moms stood next to our desks, the bell
ringing starting the school day for the other students. The air seemed oddly
tense, well, to us anyway. Our moms seemed positively relaxed. Our teacher, a
tall but elderly woman with silvery hair and oversized glasses stood at her
usual spot in front of the room. Her slightly raspy but strong voice began.
“First
off, I would like to thank all the parents who have taken the time out of their
busy schedule to come today. I’m sure your boys will feel much better with you
around. That and those of you without partners will need a bit of assistance, I’m
sure.” The mothers all nod a bit, the rest of us feeling uneasy.
“Now,
I’m sure some of you have heard the rumors on the playground from time to time,
but yes, it is true that our stingers are capable of making you boys female.”
She pauses, as if to hear our reactions. Of course, I’m not sure what to think.
Could this all be a big joke? There’s some murmuring between desks close
together, but nothing too loud, likely from our mom’s being so close by.
“This
is what we affectionately call Girl Week. Many, but not all, of the girls in
the fifth grade class have begun production of venom in their stingers, and it
would be good for them to get a bit of practice with it. Also, this will give
all of you a great opportunity to understand your female classmates a bit
better. For the next week…” The teacher drones on and on, us boys unable to
really believe what we’re hearing. A full week as girls?! What was this? There
was no way that this actually happened.
A
knock on the door interrupts our teacher’s long winded speech about
understanding, experience, and so forth. She opens the door and another teacher
begins speaking with her a moment. Her grey head nods as she makes her way back
to the front, a bunch of fifth grade girls begin to walk in. A large,
collective gulp could almost be heard from the boys. A tall girl, with long,
shining blonde hair and sparkling green eyes makes her way over to me. She smiles
brightly and ruffles my head.
“How
are you ‘lil cutie?” I lurch back a bit away from her, but she simply smiles
and waits as our teacher finally winds down.
“These
girls will be our chaperones for the week. Unfortunately, between the two
students born without stingers and the group that simply did not develop their
venom, only about two thirds of you will get your own chaperone. The rest of
you will be continuing your classes with the girls. They and I will hopefully
be able to teach you well.” I look up to the girl, hearing the chaperone, as
she gives me a bit of a wink, turning back to the teacher. I shudder a tad.
After my teacher is finally done, she reads the first ten names in alphabetical
order, which of course includes me.
“Ready
honey?” Mom takes me by the hand with enough force to at least get me out of
the desk. For whatever reason mom always looks a bit more intimidating wearing
her business clothes. Myself in one hand, and the duffel bag in the other, she
takes me along to one of the areas of the curtain, the blonde girl following
us, skipping a bit and humming.
Inside
the individual stall are two chairs, next to each other, and sitting on one is
a rather large mirror, at least for portable use. Mom moves the mirror away and
sits down, patting her lap to signify I should sit on it. With the fifth grader
behind me at the “doorway” I sigh and sit. My legs only reach just past her
knees, so I really am off the ground like this. Mom wraps her arms around my
waist, almost like a seatbelt, as she smiles a bit, oddly relaxed.
“So,
what is your name sweetie?” She asks the girl who pulls up the chair next to
us.
“Olivia
ma’am. I’m glad to be taking care of your little girl for the week.” She smiles
widely again, getting oddly close.
“I’m
glad you are, but remember this is to train your stinger, and teach them. Not
to turn our boys into dolls. This is an experience for them.” Mom pats my head
a bit.
“Mom,
do we HAVE to do this? I mean… chaperones? I gotta be with her all week?” I
grumble a bit.
“Yes
honey, you do. It’s important for you to understand girls just a bit, that and
you’ll learn respect for women a lot more after you’ve been one.”
“But
mom! I don’t wanna be- “
“Enough
dear. I made sure you got your own chaperone that can help you out, or would
you rather be in class with your normal classmates?” She says. I frown,
wondering what would be worse. I guess it’d be spending time with the girls in
my class, seeing me like this. “It’s only for a week dear. It won’t be so bad,
honest.” I frown and pout a bit, looking a bit angry at her, but mom simply
rolled her eyes.
“Can
we start now? I think it’d be better to get her here while she’s a tad more
willing.” Olivia smiles, getting close again.
“Just
a moment.” Mom says, getting out a bit of rubbing alcohol from the duffel bag.
I try to peer in, but it’s hard to turn my body around while on my mom’s lap.
She dabs a bit on some cotton and rubs it on my wrist. I shake a bit at its
coldness and smelly nature. “Now dear, hold out your hand. It won’t be any
different than getting a shot at the doctor’s place.”
“But
I hate getting shots…” I sigh, but hold it out, as Olivia quickly grabs my
hand. I jolt a bit at her eagerness.
“Careful
Olivia. This is supposed to be gentle. If you’re not careful you could leave
quite a nasty bruise, and I won’t be happy with that.” Mom gives one of her
fear inducing glares, which obviously shook Olivia a bit. I, of course, stiffen
at the mere glance of that face.
“Y-yes
ma’am.” She says, moving much slower now. She looks at my wrist, my hand in
hers. She pauses a moment and brings her free hand close. I look cautiously as
a thin needle like object protrudes from her wrist.
“Now,
while tightening the skin to expose the stinger, try to relax the stinger
itself.” My mom instructs. Olivia nods, and a moment later, some clear liquid
lightly drips out. “Now, contract it a bit.” Suddenly the liquid just shoots
out! It smells a tad odd, a little acidy. I gulp and pull my hand a bit but
Olivia has a firm grasp.
“Can
I try now?” Olivia asks. I look up and give my best pleading face, but mom
obviously wasn’t going to fall for that.
“Sure,
but just be very careful.” She says, rubbing my head a bit which I suppose was
supposed to calm me down. I gulp and look away, never liking getting needles at
the doctor’s office. In only a moment, I feel a sharp sting right on my wrist.
I wince and tighten the muscles around there.
“Ok,
it’s in…” Olivia says, an audible gulp escapes her. Great confidence boost.
“Now
relax and contract to shoot it in. We want a weeks’ worth, so this will have to
be a while.” I feel the pressure of something entering, shooting in bit by bit.
It was a bit nauseating at first, but the sensation became less gross as the
seconds ticked by. About a minute passed and I started to feel a bit woozy. Mom
instructs her to stop. A bit surprised by the sudden speech Olivia retracts the
stinger quickly; a sharp sting pricks my wrist a bit. Mom quickly puts a
bandage over it as I pull my hand back. The area she stung is rather sore.
“That
was… kinda tiring.” Olivia breathes heavily once and relaxes on the chair.
“You
were nervous dear, it happens.” Mom continues to rub my head as the room begins
to shake a bit. I groan a bit and lean over, feeling nauseous.
“Oh,
is it? Is it?” Olivia gets rather excited again. I gasp a bit for air, feeling
like I’m puking but nothing is coming out. The room begins to spin in a hurry,
my vision gets blurry. My lower stomach churns, as I get the feeling like I did
the one time I had a stomach bug. My head feels empty inside but the head
itself so strangely heavy. Mom’s and Olivia’s voices become dry, echo like
sounds, bouncing around but indecipherable. I shake a bit, feeling oddly cold.
Their voices continue as I don’t recall anything for the next number of
moments. I feel rather numb, but something is being done to me, but I’m not
entirely sure what. I try to ask what’s going on, but I’m not sure if anything
I tried to say got out. I close my eyes…
Suddenly,
I’m wide awake again, as I look about. The room shakes only slightly, but
focuses immediately. Olivia is staring right at my face, mere inches away. I
lurch back and scream in surprise, but… this wasn’t my voice. It was really
high pitched. I lean back hard into mom’s chest, as she smiles and chuckles a bit.
“She’s
awake!” Olivia smiles, proudly standing tall.
“You
did well Olivia. Now, how’re you feeling?” She smiles down at me.
“M-me?”
I say, again, this different voice says.
“Yes,
how’s our little Rachel?” Mom playfully says, pinching my cheek a bit. It hurts
a bit more than usual, and the air seems oddly cooler than usual.
“R-rachel?!
Wh-what’re you..” Olivia quickly grabs the large mirror and places it in front
of me.
Sitting
on my mom’s lap is a girl that kind of looks like me. Her long black hair is
put into pigtails held in place by some red bows. Her eyes are the same color,
but a tad bigger, and lashes much longer. Her face is also a bit rounder. She’s
in a red dress, sleeveless. It tightly hugs her shoulders and chest a bit,
before opening up around the waist area. As I look at it, I notice some fabric
tightly pressing against me as I breathe. The dress ends just below her knees. Her
feet are in a pair of black, buckled shoes with some socks with ruffles along
the top.
In
my confusion, I look down at myself, and see a bare collarbone, quickly giving
to the same red fabric of the dress. I rub my eyes a bit with my hands, and
notice my arms are completely uncovered. Looking down once more, some long
black hair droops to both of my sides. I look up and down a few more times from
the mirror to me.
I’m
pretty sure my shriek could be heard from outside the class as well. I squirm
and flail about in surprise as mom holds me down in her lap. Olivia giggles a
bit as mom puts a bit more effort into keeping me still.
“Calm
down Rachel. I know this is shocking but just breathe.” I breathe a bit heavy,
but calm down a bit, feeling a bit tighter wound than normal.
“”N-no
way I…” I try to say again but a girl’s voice comes out once more.
“Yep
ya are!” Olivia smiles and gives me a huge hug. Her face rubs against mine, I
blush a bit at the softness I’m feeling.
“How
long was I out?” I gulp, tugging at the dress with my hands.
“A
few minutes dear. I hear young boys pass out a bit from it, but thankfully it
was just long enough to get you dressed without a fuss.” Mom smiles.
“But
I want my clothes.” I grumble. I squirm a bit more, my usual briefs under the
dress feeling oddly… tight and restraining. And they press fierce between my
legs, as I feel really sensitive there.
“You’ll
wear Jennifer’s old clothes for the week honey. You’re a bit small for your
clothes right now.” She massages me a bit to try and calm me down.
“I’m
in… Jenn’s clothes!? Ew ew ew!” I squirm as mom rolls her eyes. She lifts her
hand and looks at her watch.
“Well,
at this point there isn’t much I can do. I need to get going to work now
Rachel.” She gives me a kiss on the head a bit and lets me stand up. I feel a
bit wobbly, out of balance. The shoes feel a bit more raised than normal, and
moving my legs while standing makes me all the more aware of a certain thing
missing. I eep a bit and squish my legs together in surprise at how odd it
feels. Mom chuckles a bit. Olivia quickly takes my hand as she pulls me to
follow my mom out of the room.
The
room has about half the boys left, who of course stare at anyone leaving. I
blush hard and hide behind my mom and Olivia. Their shocked and fearful
expressions make me all the more aware of what just happened. My shoes make a
little clicking noise every step I take, and walking feels very different. I
can still move my legs forward and back just fine, but it feels like they don’t
particularly want to. That and moving my legs back and forth I can feel really
bizarre sensations from… something between my legs. It feels gross and out of
place, and I can’t seem to get rid of the feeling. Mom bids farewell to the
teacher, who thanks her again for being here. She gives me a big hug before
leaving.
My
teacher than dismisses Olivia and I, saying we can head to Olivia’s classroom
now. She thanks my teacher and pulls me down the hall at a rapid pace,
practically running! She gets shouted at a few times about running in the
halls, but doesn’t seem to care. I find it hard to keep up, my legs straining
to keep pace, and the sensation makes it really hard for me to concentrate. I
feel my hair bounce up and down heavily as she pulls me. She slides to a stop
before the fifth grade room.
I
slam into her a bit, into her back as I sort of grab onto her since I almost
fell. Inside is a much bigger classroom, but instead of desks a series of round
tables have been set up. Inside are all girls. Many of them fifth graders, but
a number of obviously girls my grade. I don’t think I recognize them, even if I
try to imagine them as boys. Olivia happily walks in, again leading me. She
waves to a few girls and scurries over. There are two of them, each with their
own girl my age in tow.
“Aw,
your girl is so cute!” The slightly taller girl leans over a bit to look at me.
I hide behind Olivia, who pokes me to stand in front.
“Don’t
be shy Rachel. Say hello.” She grins.
“Uh,
hi…” I sigh, still finding my voice odd. The other two first graders are
brought to the front. The first girl to my right has long red hair, and is
shuffling in her knee length skirt, but has an otherwise normal t-shirt and
shoes on. She blushes brightly, as I am sure I am as well. The girl to my left
has her brown hair held up in a ponytail, but is similarly put in a dress, but
a bit more flat than wide. They both grumble as they’re told to introduce
themselves as Leslie and Trisha, respectively.
A
few ground rules are set, such as not referring to our boy name at all, and
that we were from different classes, so it’d be harder to recognize each other.
Olivia makes sure we all know the next rule of making sure to tell them about
using the restroom, as she doesn’t want any gross accidents. All of us turn
even redder. And finally, that since they are the “girl experts” we have to
listen to everything they say. We groan again.
The
teacher informs our little pod that there is still time before the class
completely arrives, so Olivia and her friends decide to continue our “training”
for the time being. She takes her bag and pulls out some red nail polish. She
remarks that it was a good choice, considering my fashion choice.
“Would
you rather go first or paint Trisha’s nails first?” She smiles.
“What?
I don’t want to actually have to do that!” I say, Trisha and Leslie nod in
agreement. Olivia hands Leslie the polish. “So, you’ll go first then while
yours dry. Seems fair right?” I gulp, at
least not having to paint their nails. I reluctantly sigh and agree, and before
long my nails are a similar red as the dress I was wearing. The stuff smells
really bad.
The
class is all girls, a number of the first graders I think I can recognize, but
with the rule of having to use our girl names, I can’t be certain either way.
Then again, I think it was easier to pretend each other were normally girls, to
save ourselves the embarrassment. Lesson wise, our studies were more or less
the same, but with periodic breaks to give us a chance to relax and use the
bathroom. Which, by the way, is incredibly embarrassing having to get pulled
into the girls’ room, and pull your dress up to sit, let alone the physical
sensations of having to use….. that.
The
day passed without too much incident. One girl had an accident and couldn’t
make it to the restroom in time, which of course got some laughs from the fifth
graders. We all made sure to never bring it up around her. Jennifer, once I got
home, was ecstatic to play with me. After snapping a few photos of me dressed
up, she promised she’d never show them if I played with her this week. Well,
less like play and be more her dress up doll. Apparently seeing her old clothes
got her nostalgic, and I head to wear just about everything she had, including
her stupid little mermaid Halloween costume from a few years ago. More pictures
were taken.
The
week passed, lessons were learned (jewelry, light make-up, and other things I
didn’t get but the girls seemed to enjoy), and Jennifer, while teasing, pretty
much gave me in marriage to her best guy friend in her class. Of course he shot
her down; nodding a bit to me, pretty much just telling me that I just had to
tough it out. By the fifth day or so, I
started getting oddly comfortable as Rachel, having better control over my
body, and not minding the long hair as much. Thankfully, on the Sunday before
we went back to school, I did change back, but only right before bed while I
had Jennifer’s old nightgown on. At least Girl Week had finally come to an end.
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