TG Questionaire goes online

TG Questionaire goes online
By: Yurix

Harry Erikson waited for the class to be over so he could leave. It’s not that he didn’t like French class – he was actually quite fluent -, but it was actually because the other students in his class just weren’t interested in learning. Sure, he also wanted to go home and play video games, but the fact that the other students were doing anything but reading their tasks for today was just a pain. He wasn’t too keen on snitching, but that was because he knew what would happen if he did: another beating for being the class’ scape-goat.

After finishing his assignment, he looked back at the clock and let out a sigh: half an hour to go, and nothing to do. He would have just ended up doing like everyone else – going online to have a bit of off-time fun, until an in-message from his school Skype account showed up.

To my new friend,

You look so bored, just sitting there. Here's a game to amuse yourself into. Have fun! I know I did! Your new friend.

Harry looked confused, since there wasn’t anyone in class who called him a friend, and the user ID was not one he recognized. Also, all of the text was written in italic, rather than the usual font. ‘Is this a joke?’ he wondered before typing it on the keyboard.

An answer quickly appeared: “I’m not joking, Harry. Besides, it’s just a few questions.”

The answer startled him even more. ‘How do you know my name?’ he wrote down. ‘You’re not from my class, are you?’

“No, but maybe we could meet after class? Just promise you’ll answer all the questions as truthfully and honestly as you can, alright?”

He did have time to spare, and whoever was on the other side of the chat board sounded nice enough. ‘Okay, I promise. Just… don’t get me into anything freaky, okay? I don’t want to get in trouble with my teacher.’

“No one will notice. You’ll see. So… Question 1: If you were a girl... would your handwriting be nice?”

It already started out strangely. ‘Why would I be a girl?’ he wondered. Still, he did promise he would answer all the questions.

Thinking about it, he knew that his handwriting was bad. Back when he was a kid, he didn’t know which hand to write with, and would often write with a ‘broken wrist’ style. Because of that, he ended up with cramps when he had to write often. Also, his teachers had wanted their students to have a more refined way of writing, so he had to do writing exercices, but his style was choppy at best.

“If I was a girl, I’d probably have a far more elegant writing style, and perhaps actually be able to draw more professionally with both hands.” He wrote.

Before an answer came, his teacher, Mrs. Bergeron, passed the attendance sheet. Picking it up with the left hand, he wrote his name, not noticing that his style not only seemed more refined, but he had pointed the dot on the I with a star before passing it on.

Question 2: If you were a girl... would you like pink?

Harry had to think about it before answering. “Perhaps, but not everything pink. Just a little here and there, mixed in with a nice variety of colors.”

Stretching his arms away upwards, he failed to notice how his school bag’s straps took on a few lengths of pink, as well as a plastic pink buckle.

Question 3: If you were a girl... would your hair be straight or curly?

If there was one thing that Harry was proud of, it was that he had inherited his dad’s voluminous head of black hair. He kept them short to avoid it looking messy, but the few times when he kept them long at the back of his head – just a little longer than usual – it felt nice. The only problem was that his scalp was damaged from scratching. “I’d be proud of having long, straight hair. Maybe with just a hint of wave to avoid it looking flat. If I were a girl, I’d probably have much healthier skin and hair, though.”

As he waited for an answer, he wiped the tiredness out of his eyes before passing both hands up to his scalp, then paused when he felt his hair. It was now silky smooth, and didn’t stop after an inch. In fact, his hair was growing in his hands. Dropping his hands down, which forced a long strand of hair in his sight, he panickly typed. “What’s going on? What are you doing to me?”

The answer came soon after. “Aren’t you proud of your hair? You did say that…”

Taking a quick look around, he noticed something strange: no one was looking at him. Though he was panicking from what was happening… the person he was chatting with was right. Passing two fingers down his hair, which almost reached the seat of his school chair, he did feel a sense of pride at it.

Question 4: If you were a girl... what would be your favorite color?

Harry took a moment to think. Considering how his hair had just changed, he tried not to panic as his mind concluded: whatever was happening was changing him, and from the fact that all of the questions so far began with ‘If you were a girl…’, he figured that it was going to happen. “You’re changing me into a girl? But why?” he typed.

The answer came quickly. “You promised you would answer all the questions, so don’t chicken out. Besides, no one else noticed, right?”

Whoever was doing this was right; no one did notice, and he did promise he would answer. “Right… if this is gonna happen, might as well go all the way, right? As for favorite colors… I’m tired of always wearing dark colors. Maybe something bright, but not bubbly or over-exaggerated. A light blue and a bit of white and green would look nice.”

After typing his lenghty answer, he looked on with wonder as his greyed-out ‘The Dark Knight’ shirt took on a cobalt blue, a leaf-green motif showing white roses appearing on his chest. Looking down at his jeans, the black fabric turned a bleached denim color.

Question 5: If you were a girl... what color would your hair be?

“I’d like to keep my hair black, but I don’t want to end up greying early…” he was about to type, but decided to erase the next part. His father was getting old, in the later 40s, and he barely had grey hair.

Question 6: If you were a girl... what color would your eyes be?

Harry took a moment to think. His grandmother had blue eyes, but his mother had brown eyes, while his dad had black eyes. He always had a fascination for his grandmother. “I’d like to have blue eyes, like my grandma… though I’d prefer keeping my 20-20 vision.” He typed, as his parents both had to use glasses – his mother for almost everything, while his father for reading. His eyes stung for a moment as his dark brown eyes changed to a bright blue.

Question 7: If you were a girl... would you like makeup?

The one thing that bothered him about makeup was that most people would wear too much or it would look bad on them. “Maybe a little, but just to show off how beautiful I’d be, rather than hide it.”

The taste of gloss felt strange as he felt his lips plump mildly, the self-inflicted scars and acne dissapearing from his face, revealing smooth, seemingly flawless skin that now matched that of his arms and hands. Looking down at them, he noticed that his nails were now an inch longer, with a faint pink on it. Had he been able to look at his reflection, he would have noticed the faintest amount of mascara and eye-liner, just enough to make him look less masculine. In fact, had he been able to look at himself, he would have noticed his smaller nose, more prominent cheekbones and cuter visage.

Question 8: If you were a girl... would you be sporty?

Harry wasn’t much into sports, but he did love to work out, especially when it came to dumbells, playing Dance Dance Revolution and doing karate… things he really needed to get back to. Taking a moment to think, he decided to give it a try. “I love working out, but not for competition. I’d do it to keep healthy and to make sure my body can keep on looking great.”

He looked at his arms as his fingers lengthened and hands changed, then smiled as he noticed the layer of flab dissapear off his arms as sleek, toned muscles appeared. Making a curl, he looked happy to see how his body was changing. Already, he could feel his waist caving in as his gut vanished, replaced by a modest eight-pack, just a fine trace of fat to make him look less like an Olympian athlete and more like a well-toned, if effeminate, person.

Question 9: If you were a girl... would you wear high heels?

It’s not that he hated high heels, but when heels were too high, it was dangerous, and a health-hazard to boot. “I wouldn’t go higher than two inches, but I would wear them only for special occasions. I’d prefer active, comfortable shoes.”

Pushing against his seat slightly, Harry looked down and noticed his black-and-grey walking shoes turning into white and green sneakers, with a hint of pink in the logo and lace hoops.

Question 10: If you were a girl... would you wear a skirt?

He knew what to answer for this one. “I love skirts – especially long, stylish ones -, but I wouldn’t wear just that. If it could make my legs look great, and be classy enough, I’d wear it.”

Harry felt a faint draft on his lower legs as a knee-high workout capri appeared, covering his legs under a long wrap-around skirt, which made his legs, which must have lengthened by an inch of two, look hot, even for him… though the bulge in his pants still showed, which wasn’t the nicest of sights.

Question 11: If you were a girl... would you wear jewelry?

Another easy answer. “I’d really like to wear some. Earrings, a necklace or a pendant, maybe a nice bracelet…” he began typing, before thinking it over. He knew that too much jewelry would be a problem. “…but not too much. I want people to look at me and not just at what I wear.”

A painful stinging sensation stuck as he felt his ear lobes pierced, a pair of small emerald earrings, linked to small loop, appeared, while a fine silver chain with a matching pendant appeared around his neck, which seemed to lengthen and narrow to more feminine features. His ‘Ironman’ workout watch turned into a small, jeweled chain.

Question 12: If you were a girl... what size would your breasts be?

This one required some thinking. His mother was a 34C at best, but he knew that one of his older cousins had a more impressive chest. Taking a risk, he tried a number. “I’d grow into a 38D, but because of all my workout, I wouldn’t really sag. Also, I want them to feel natural, and not look all veiny, even if they are sensitive.”

Harry tried not to cause a ruckus as he felt his nipples grow, the sensation of his breasts growing underneath was giving him all sorts of chills as they grew large, barely sagging as they rested proudly on his chest, muscles adapting to keep balanced and to avoid back pain. He tried to avoid looking down at the cleavage his shirt was making, but the hardest thing was to keep his hands from groping the new appendages.

Question 13: If you were a girl... would you be into guys?

Looking at the rest of the class, hoping not to get in trouble, he almost bit his lip as he traced a line against his nipple with one hand, answering with the other. “I’d like to, but I also want to try it with a girl too. Getting the best of both worlds sounds nice.”

Trying to keep his feelings in check was hard, with a ready-and-willing erection and two nipples just as stiff. The image of using either was tempting, but there was a sign of relief as his malehood shrunk away, causing him to blush as he peaked down at it.

Question 14: If you were a girl... would you shave?

Harry had once tried his mother’s electric hair remover, and it stung like hell. He didn’t like the idea of shaving, either. “I’d rather not have any body hair except my eyebrows – thinner and less bushy -, eyelashes and the hair on my scalp if possible.”

He was barely surprised when he noticed his arm hair vanish and felt no sign any other hair. His eyelashes grew slightly longer, while his eyebrows slimmed down into a more appropriate size.

Question 15: If you were a girl... would you use pads or tampons?

That one was a bit of a stumper. His mother wore pads, though he never understood why. Maybe it hurt? And which one was more practical? Best he could do was guess. “If there’s a way to make tampons comfortable, I’ll do that.”

As his vaginal region finally grew in, he felt something inside. Memories of knowing how to use tampons came to mind, as well as tricks on how to put them in without too much discomfort. Whatever was happening, it started to affect his mind… but he… she didn’t seem too uncomfortable about it.

Question 16: If you were a girl... what type of shirt would you be wearing right now?

Looking down at the shirt she wore… the motif looked too old, as if it was her mother’s hand-me-downs. “I’m feeling for something a bit more artsy. A cut-away sleeved t-shirt, with bits of color everywhere. A little more style that still says youthful.”

His shirt started to grow patches of all sorts of colors, making it look like a kaleidoscope had bled on it, while his shoulders felt the cold air as they cut away, the sleeves now linked by strips of cloth.

Question 17: If you would were a girl... would you be wearing briefs, bikini, thong or boxers?

Harry never liked boxers. “Briefs to work out, but a bikini to go out. Right now, I’m thinking bikini.” The feel of fabric slinking and shrinking felt almost like a wedgie until it became more comfortable around his toned, yet still shapely butt cheeks.

Question 18: If you were a girl... what would be your intelligence? One being stupid and ten being high enough to drive the class nerd up the wall.

Harry knew that, as a boy, he was a B- student. His parents used to keep getting on his back when his grades were bad, and only told him to ‘keep it up’ when they were better. Not the most encouraging. Still, the idea of being too smart wouldn’t go well, and neither would it be for being dumber. “I would say… 8.75. I want to be smarter, but not to the point that I’d be bored by everything or to be too smart to get a date.”

Information drove through her brain as synapses were made, knowledge, inspiration and imagination filling her mind. She knew she was an A- student, smart enough to find a job in whatever she wanted, but still had some challenge in her homework, which let to much more satisfaction when the grade was higher.

Question 19: If you were a girl... what type of bra would you be wearing?

Looking down at her chest, she cupped them for an instant to get a feel, then placed her hands back on the keyboard to type. “A sturdy sports bra to work out and to keep my breasts from sagging, and something a bit more silky in private.”

It felt a relief when the sports bra appeared, soon followed by the knowledge of how to use them.

Question 20: If you were a girl... how old would you be, how tall would you be without shoes and what would you weigh without clothes?(Don't lie)

Harry looked at the class. All of his teachers used to tell him that he was the most mature boy in class, but it didn’t feel like a good thing. Also, she wanted to look as grown-up and mature as they told him he was. “I’m thinking that being 21, 5’7” and 131 pounds are good numbers.”

Losing four inches in height, Harry felt time change around him as new memories filled her mind: learning how to drive, her first sexual experiences, her first job… and her current one as replacement teacher. As she turned to look around, the students – her students – now seemed less in the mood to make fun of her and more serious about their assignments. Inside, she laughed at the irony of it all.

Question 21: If you were a girl... what would your name be?

Harry wouldn’t cut it anymore. Knowing how good she looked, and how great she felt, she needed something that would say ‘I’m ready for the world… so bring it!’ Taking a moment to think of the options, she finally typed. “My name is Kaitlyn Daun.” She entered, taking her mother’s name as her own.

The last message that appeared surprised her. If you want to have a happy life as a girl, pass this on to the next person. Boy or Girl, don't matter'.

Looking at the clock, she noticed that there was about ten minutes left to class… and that gave her an idea. Copy-pasting the conversation, while removing her own answers, she printed thirty or so forms with those very same questions.

“Alright, class. Before you all go home, I want you to grab a quiz from my bureau. That will be your assignment for the next class.” She answered, which caused most of the class to groan or sigh.

Kaitlyn knew that her old life was gone, but her new life would be better than anything she ever thought of before. All that was left now was for the class to fill out their quizzes, and to see what would happen tomorrow.