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Chapter #5

They would understand how she felt

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When they didn't quiet down when she asked, and then made fun of her for having a headache, Anna got incredibly frustrated. "I just wish that guys would get how this all felt sometimes. And that I wouldn't have to deal with it."

No sooner had the word left her mouth then Anna felt all of the energy drain out of her as the stone grew incredibly hot due to the enormity of the wish. Unbeknownst to her, her wish would affect the entire world, males and females. She was wondering why she felt so tired when she felt her headache go away. She wondered why, but then she was distracted by an intense pain in her stomach. She saw that everyone, including the teacher, was gasping or falling to their knees. She felt like her insides were on fire, and then all of that fire pushed out of her vagina and began to swell. When the pain was over, she had an uncomfortable pressure inside her skirt and couldn't get a grip on what the strange bulge between her legs was. Looking around, she saw everyone else squirming in discomfort. Even Mr. Butelli, her history teacher, looked confused. Raising her had, Anna asked to go to the bathroom. Weakly, he nodded, and as she walked out Anna hears everyone else asking if they could go too. Consenting out of confusion, Mr. Butelli let everyone go to the bathroom as he tried to figure out why he could no longer feel his friend down there.

Anna shut herself into a stall, knowing this was all her fault because of her wish, and dropped her skirt. Crammed inside her delicate panties was a dick, soft and squishy, that she was afraid to touch. She gently prodded it with her toilet paper covered finger and was surprised by its sensitivity. Not wanting to look at the foreign thing anymore, she stuffed it back in her lace panties and pulled up her skirt. Boy, was she glad it was loose and flowy, or else everyone would be able to see her bulge.

She took in the shrieks and howls from the various bathrooms and classrooms of the school, and realized that everyone had changed their gentalia. Checking Twitter, she saw that WTF, #howdidthishappen and #genderbender were already trending. She walked gently back into history, careful not to squish her package when she sat down, when the loudspeaker crackled on. "Students and faculty, it has been brought to the international attention that there has been a mass um....biological...change in just the last few minutes. Please proceed to the auditorium for an assembly."

Hundreds of students poured into the hallways, all looking dazed and several grasping their crotches, all headed for the auditorium. Spotting a few of her friends, she sat down. Almost crossing her legs but then wincing in pain, Anna sat with her legs spread wide like guys all did, understanding their discomfort now.

The projector screen was pulled down, and one of the health teachers simply announced that they would be watching the news for a short while to obtain more information. Anna's stomach turned as she remembered this was all her fault, and she slipped the ring off and put it back in her back to avoid causing more damages. All of the news sources were baffled, and simply kept reporting that it seemed as though the phenomenon was worldwide and had affected everyone.

Nearly everyone had specials airing that night on gender and others were posting informative links on how to care for your new body, especially for all of the males having their first periods. After a troubling half hour or so, when the news had started throwing out wild theories such as biological warfare, aliens, and a virus, the projector was shut off and students were sorted into boys and girls. The boys stayed in the gym, while the girls walked over to the cafeteria.

Anna sat through a discussion on the anatomy of a penis. She learned that sometimes she would wake up with morning wood, but that would usually go away by peeing. She'd never known and had always thought it came from having dirty dreams. They were taught about sperm, condoms, and what each of the parts were called. Anna and the other girls were squirming the entire time. Anna never imagine she'd have to deal with her own cock, she always figured it'd be her boyfriend's, if she ever got one.

Over in the auditorium, the boys were getting the short end of the gender stick and having to learn about feminine hygiene. They talked about ovaries, pregnancy, periods, PMS, cleaning yourself, infections, and the whole bit. All the guys pretended not to hear the details about periods and bleeding monthly, forgetting that now it was their problem. Several of the boys boys were actually starting their cycle and were bleeding through their boxers before the nurse told everyone to go check their panties and handed them all a pad and a tampon. Predictably, none of them were able to insert a tampon and all used pads. This then resulted in a detailed demonstration of how to insert the tampon. Alec was sitting up in the stands with his other friends, joking about how a tampon couldn't be so different than a dick.

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