Thursday, October 12, 2023

Lesson Plan Pt 21

The next day I returned back to the West Dorm and threw the PJs in the Dorm’s washing machine. By noon, Mistress Foster had rolled in and wanted to see how my night was. “So? How was you’re lil slumber party? Was it as embarassing as you thought it’d be?” “Well, um, it was nice, but, I have something I need to tell you?” “Oh? Did something interesting happen there? I did just get back from chatting with Mistress Crowder. Apparently you had an accident?” My face reddened as I remembered that stupid lie I had made. “N-No no! That is, um, I realized something last night. About myself.” I waited for her to speak up, but she just stood there waiting, a supportive, understanding smile on her face. Almost like she already knew the answer. “I- I wanna be a girl! No… wait, I am a girl. I’m a girl and I want to stay a girl and I’m never going to stop being a girl, so-” Before I knew it, I was crying again and Mistress Foster had her armed wrapped around my head. “There there. I figured we’d be having this conversation sooner or later.” | “Snf, was I that obvious?” | “No, I just noticed a few hints. I’m glad you told me though.” | “So what now?” | “Heh, well now I give you some bad news. You’re getting detention.” “WAIT WHAT?” That definitely took me out of the moment. “Heheh, well Mistress Crowder was still pretty upset over you all running around in the dorm and making noise. So she decided to give all the girls detention, and I agreed to give you it as well.” “Bu-But why?” | “Because students need to be taught discipline when they misbehave.” | “But I’m not a student!” | “Well, yes, but I couldn’t exactly tell Crowder that, now could I? Plus, I had to list you as one to ensure no one got worried about you living here all by yourself.” It was pretty easy to imagine myself as a regular school girl considering I was wearing my uniform literally as we were speaking, but it still came as a shock. I guess her reasoning made some amount of sense. “So… what? I’m supposed to go in to class Monday morning and sit there and think about what I’ve done?” “Well, no. We don’t literally do ‘detention’ here at Saint Rita’s. But we can discuss those details later. But for now, you’ll be happy to learn that since you’ll listed as a student, our school does offer a wonderful hormone program for our trans students. One I’ll be putting you on right away.” “Oh, ok… Wait Hormones?” “Well, of course dear. I mean, that is what you want right?” I was ok admitting I was a girl, but the realization I was going to be on hormones really sealed the deal about what my life had become. I was a trans woman. I didn’t realize such a truth would make me so happy.

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