Tracy was baffled as she dragged her runners-bound feet out of the multipurpose room with her new peers, but in probably the best way a girl could be confused, you know?
Okay, let her explain.
She had been sitting down in that crowded auditorium jammed pack with foreign faces, feeling herself an astronaut at some alien convention as some redhead clicked her authoritative heels on stage. Her name was Miss Peterson and she was strict enough for Tracy to wonder if she moonlighted as a whip-equipped domme after hours, between shifts being the centre stage of most of the student-body’s bed-moistening wet dreams, of course. Either way, it was clear from the silent students’ faces that she was someone to ignore at one’s own risk, so she just leaned back and listened to what she had to say with the minimum half interest that strained her teenage patience.
But god damn it, of course it had to get real weird, real quick on her first day!
This Miss Peterson started with a diatribe about how ashamed the boys should be tearing the girls down to make themselves feel bigger and how absolutely entitled they felt to the feminine bodies around them - which Tracy could actually sympathize with if it didn’t sound like it was coming from leather-clad dominatrix doing femdom. A slam of her fist upon the lectern and this fiery redhead went on to explain that there was a new set of rules this year - which was good to know, considering Tracy didn’t know the old ones - and half the audience better pay attention. It was certainly a strange way to put it, but it soon became clear why. While all those who identified as men would be constrained to the same regulations as they’d always had, those who identified as women were challenged to suddenly make their own. Obviously that was just plain confusing, practically the entire school just shrugging until she went on to explain that in a nut-shell, the young women of the school were free to do whatever they wanted, physically, morally and even legally.
And imagine, the woman with the scintillating tongue said this before she released the real bombshell.
It was then when the administer of this new school of Tracy’s admitted why they were all gathered there, and it wasn’t to hear her inspiring-bordering-on-toxic feminist rambles. Instead, she mentioned that some organization, whose funding was as endless as it was mysterious, had installed insolation emitters within all the walls’ insulation, releasing a most alien of radiations over the entire student body since the second they’d walked into these very doors this morning.
What kind of flipping madhouse was she studying in? Terry could at least be comforted by the fact that all the students were looking as shocked as she did in their seats, but there was no denying that her skin immediately started to itch when she heard that, not sure if it was just paranoia or a real side-effect. Would you believe she didn’t feel very assured when this assertive redhead told them to calm down? Yet, this mad acting-principal continued to state that they didn’t have to worry since while this radiation didn’t effect men, it did effect women in only the most wondrous of ways.
Tracy was about to bemoan being part of this ‘lucky gender’, when suddenly, an orchestra of surprise echoed out in the room, and she herself was gaping, not so much from what was being said, but the results!
It started small with some girls murmuring to each other that their skin looked clearer or that their teeth were a lot straighter and such, but then snowballed to ladies standing up and declaring something truly miraculous was happening. Asthma that had been wisped away along with any wheezing, near-sightedness thrown to the floor like their previously necessary glasses, twitches and stutters were articulately announced as things of the past, but it was when two girls in wheelchairs not only stood up but actually jumped for joy that Tracy was sure this was some kind of spoof on the new kіd.
What other explanation was there besides some dumb-ass epic prank?
Yet, the brunette girl beside her, Emily or something, simply shook her head when she scoffed over to her, noting that school had never been this strangely engrossing until this very moment. It was hard to believe, but it was only at that time that Tracy noted that it was the boys that were silent from what they were seeing, the lot of them just as near-sighted, pizza-faced and overweight as when this crazy thing started.
Could she actually believe what she was hearing? Were they all becoming… well, super?
However, any desire for her to hear more about what was happening to them was quickly dashed with gasps in the direction of the stage - Miss Peterson was gone, Tracy grunting through her teeth with the mountain of questions on her shoulders. Cliques then gathered and chatted with each other furiously in the rows and aisles around her the second they could, but the lights shutting off and plunging them all into darkness meant the show was over, but the surprises were just getting started.
Tracy quickly noted the glowing pink eyes every single girl had, her hand scrambling to her forehead to see that she too could see that neon like reflection on her palm. Not only that, but the darkness around her seemed to be much more visible the more she blinked, soon seeming like there was a dull light illuminating everything before some boys pushed the back doors open to funnel out, those guys seeming to stumble over everything that were so obvious to see.
Or were they obvious only to the girls?
So she was in a daze as she exited out of that dark room, getting that same jarring sensation of walking out of a film theatre and straining her eyes as the sun beat down from the atrium’s glass ceiling. However, she couldn’t deny that usually the superpowers stayed on the screen when she exited the cinema.
Rubbing her head, she was in a daze as around her, she saw some girls bending metal between their hands, moving trash-cans without touching them, and even totally levitating with their feet off the ground. What the fuck? This had to be a dream! She refused to believe that they suddenly all gained super powers in there, and she especially loathed her inner nerd asking all the interesting questions. Did they all have these powers or did each of them just have their speciality? Did they have to train them or were they already honed out of the gate?
Damn, no, no, no! She had not stumbled into the pages of a comic book! This had to be… drugs or something.
Though it wasn’t like she hadn’t noted what the boys were doing as well, as most of them huddled together, far away from the girls showing off their impossible skills. It was clear that most weren’t very pleased, but who was going to say anything when they saw a barely five-foot blonde in a ponytail jump over twenty feet in the air to rip off some pipping off the ceiling without a sweat? Not even the biggest football player had more than a grumble upon seeing that.
“Woah!” Tracy and a number of girls twirled around to see a young woman with an ‘emo-ish’ choice in fashion and a ribbon around her neck grip her most ample of chests. “I-I have tits!” To make believers of all of them, Tracy just had her chin drop to the floor as she bloated her to sheer watermelon size with an all too natural sag, her dark purple top straining to the point where her straps simply snapped and left her nearly tumbling over. “Oh s-shit over did it! Lenora help me!”
“Cherri, you dumbass…” The green-haired goth used her hands as a bra to push her friend’s beachballs upright
Tracy leaned against the nearest wall, seeing girls now changing their hairs to impossible pink and golden colours in a snap, extending and reducing their locks at whim, growing curvier or slimmer and even mutating in impossible ways that simply shouldn’t be on a teenage girls.
But once she found the strength to stop staring at some four-armed young woman, she noted that to her left, the boys were being scolded and yelled at by some incredibly bottom-heavy, near 8-foot-tall Latina for not getting their pathetic butts to class, a kind of cocoa-skinned beauty that she could only guess was a teacher and not a model by the building she was in. Her eyes burned a fiery pink and the boys either scrambled away in fear or dragged their legs down their halls to the class, before this teacher turned around and smiled at the girls, telling them they were free to do - literally - whatever the fuck they wanted.
Whatever they wanted?
It was only at that moment that everything just clicked for Tracy. She started to shake as if she’d been jam-packed with fireworks, the burden of angst from radical freedom lifted from her to finally embrace the potential which laid in front of her. She could do anything, be anyone, go anywhere and she wanted to try it all.
And she only needed a few seconds with her seemingly drastically improved mind to note where these great improvements would be made!
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