Mildly weird

The classes progress quietly. In the morning they pile up the harder ones, such as mathematics, sciences, economics and such. During the afternoon, we usually have mentally easy classes like sports, sex edjucation, communication, etc.

Right now the most recent class ended and it's lunchbreak. We leave the school building and enter the cafeteria building. Most people don't pack lunches, because the cafeteria produces really good food. It costs a bit, but not that much.

I walk with Chris and we joke around with each other while walking there.

We quickly line up in the que and soon order some food. As we sit down and start eating, we see a rather conpicuous girl coming towards us. She puts her tray on our table and sits down next to us.

We both stare at her unblinkingly.

"...What?" She finally questions us.

"Who are you and why are you here?" Chris questions.

"Fuck off." The girl sharply answers and starts eating.

"A stranger has infiltrated our table. We should quickly get out of here." Chris says to me.

"You are right. She looks very dangerous as well, we best run." I respond and start to stand up, but find myself stuck.

I look back and see the girl gripping my shirt and holding me down. She is looking at me with an evil and very angry expression.

My tone immediately changes and becomes curtageous. I smile at her as I would smile at my dear wife.

"Welcome Nemesis. We were waiting so long for you and grew worried that you were late. Is everything good?" I question her with a caring tone, as I sit next to her.

Her rage dissipates quickly. She wants to stay mad at us, but finds it incredibly difficult since I'm talking to her with such a sincere and caring voice.

"Tch. I got held up by a teacher. That's why I was late." She clicks her tongue and says.

She is Nemesis, our friend. Nemesis is a stunning girl, with purple hair and pink eyes.

She is 175 cm tall, with a curvy and fit build. If there is one thing that is amazing about her, it's her huge ass. That thing is truly the most amazing thing you will ever see. She has the uncontested nr. 1 spot for the best ass in school. And this school houses a lot of attractive people, so that's saying something.

"That sounds horrible, I understand." I empathetically nod and say.

"Do they want to rope you in with some project again?" Chris asks her.

She nods, while chewing, then says. "They want me to help in organizing the closing ceremony..."

They continue talking, while I zone out and eat. Nemesis and Chris are what you call childhood friends. I only met them both during the last year of middle school.

Back then they didn't used to hang out so often, but when I became friends with Chris, I also met Nemesis. Over the course of the year, we managed to become friends.

They have never thought of starting to date each other though. Even though Chris is kind of a playboy, with how many women he's tearing through. It's like there is no attraction between them.

We take our time eating and talk about some topics. Nemesis is in class A, so we don't get to see each other that often. Only druing lunch and at the end of the day, or when there is a cross class event.

We finish up lunch and eventually head to the afternoon classes.

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The next day passes by very much like the first. Because it's almost the end of the school year, most of the classes are revision and preparing for end of the year exams. There is only 2 weeks of school left, then the exams and then it's over.

I walk home as usual. The school has just ended and those that don't have any extra curricular activities go home. This group includes me.

After I arrive home, I get out of my school uniform and put on some comfortable clothes. Then I find something to eat and go to work out.

My house has a gymn on the basement floor. I live in this house alone due to certain reasons.

It's a two story house, with a basement floor. It's design is modern and it's quite large. I also have a large yard, with a pool and a jaquzzi in it.

When I work out, doing the bench press exercise, a weird feeling comes over me. It's like a heatwave is moving from my heart and throughout the rest of my body. All of a sudden, the weight I'm pressing up becomes incredibly light.

"What the fuck." I can't help but exclaim

My chest seems to have swollen again. I quickly put the weights back and stand in front of a mirror.

The mirror shows me the same picture I saw a few days ago. A woman with sky blue, shoulder lenght hair and golden, droopy eyes. The woman has a mighty suprised expression on her face.

"So it happened again." I calm down a bit and analyze. The same situation as before, I transformed into a tall woman.

I quickly remember that lifting the weight felt so easy when I felt the warmth, so I move towards the weights to test this.

I pick up some weights and load them up on a barbell, then start doing the bench press again. I loaded my maximum weight on it, which is 145kg.

I pick it up, expecting to strain greatly, but intead am suprised. I easily lift it and start pumping it up and down.

I quickly put it back and load on more weight. 170 kg, 200 kg, 220 kg, 260 kg...

Finally I end up putting 300 kg on the barbell. The barbell bends under the weight, when I pick it up. I let it fall down on my chest and strain greatly in order to press it up, but manage to do it.

Next I test my limits in multiple exercises and find that my strength has doubled. Not only that, my stamina seems to be much greater as well, as I'm not even tired, after working out.

I don't let the excitement get to me and calmly go to my room. I sit down on my bed and gaze at myself in the mirror. Then I close my eyes and start to probe myself.

I have never been much of a meditation guy, or a yogi, but right now these things are really helpful. I sit there, calmly meditating, trying to feel something in myself. However I only get a vague sense of things. As if I'm stumbling around blindfolded.

My patience is put to the test as a surge of frustration wells up in me. I keep it up for just over two hours, but ultimately fail to produce a result.

"Arghhhhh." I heave a frustrated groan/sigh.

"How am I supposed to figure it out?" I look in the mirror and ask myself. My deep, feminine voice echoes around.

Fuck it. From now on, I'm in a cultivation novel. Every day I will start meditating and trying to sense this sensation in my body.

"Now then... How the fuck do I turn back..." I think to myself.

I need to go to school in the morning. I can't show up looking like this...

"Foosh!" I yell out and jump up. Then immediately wallow in shame of my actions.

"Transform!" I yell out, but it doesn't have an effect.

Next I tense all my muscles as hard as I can and try to make them even harder. My face gets red and all sorts of veins start popping on my face and body. Involuntarily I start yelling. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH"

"Urgh." I finally stop because I almost passed out, due to the bloodpressure in my head. I fall down to the ground, on my ass, panting.

"Haah, haaah, haah. Fuck."

This is pretty bad. If I don't figure out how to turn back, I am going to have a major problem.

I stand up and start trying everything I could think of. I keep trying to change back, but don't achieve a result and soon head to bed. My final hope for the day is that when I wake up, I'll be a man.