the tenth

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The first day of finals, and Oliver already felt like he wanted to give up. “Ugh…” He yawned as he walked down the hallway towards the exam hall in front of which other students were already congregating. Why was he even here anyway? It wasn’t like he would do well, or even give an acceptable performance at all. He had been struggling throughout the entire semester, finding it hard to even breath underneath the copious amounts of work and content dumped on him at an constant, overwhelming rate. There was simply no way for Oliver to keep up, and at this point he knew that he was completely, royally screwed.

The toilet flushed and Oliver sighed, turning around and preparing to face his fate. Though, his eyes fell on a scrawled line of text on the back of the toilet stall’s door, three simple words: “Make a wish!” “Yeah, if only it was that easy,” Oliver murmured to himself, “I wish that all of this shit about having to take exams was behind me - but that’s not going to happen, is it?”

It seemed that someone, or something, had other ideas, for when Oliver tried to undo the latch and push the toilet door open, it wouldn’t budge at all. “Damnit!” Oliver kicked at the door, yanking at the latch again, but nothing happened. “Hey!! Anyone? I’m stuck here!” Of course, no response came. Oliver sighed, sinking down and sitting on the closed toilet seat. It was just his luck… he shivered, feeling a draft blow through the crack beneath the stall’s door, unaware that his jeans had been changed into a black knee-length skirt. Silk stocking covered his legs as they slimmed, thighs inflating almost like a balloon as some of the fat from around his waist was gathered there. His feet ached for a second, their bone structure shrinking to give a smaller, more delicate form, and Oliver’s sneakers quickly became a pair of high-heels. “Maybe I should try calling someone for help…” Oliver rummaged around his backpack and came up with his phone, black case replaced by a pink one. But that didn’t matter; Oliver swiftly put in the number to contact the faculty’s office, trying to see if they would come and help him.

The phone rang, and rang, and rang, but no one picked up. “I should try calling someone else…” Oliver rubbed his neck, feeling a slight ache there as his Adam’s Apple vanished, giving him a more high-pitched and feminine voice, but one that was also distinctly more mature. He braced his arms against the back of the toilet seat, kicking his feet with all his strength towards the door, but to no avail. “Argh…” Oliver put his feet down, a slight ache in his arms the sign that much of their muscle had disappeared, though some fat came in to give them a less lanky appearance than before. Speaking of fat, though… Oliver felt heat in his chest as fat gathered there, two D-cup breasts forming and supported by a lacy white bra. These new assets strained against the front of Oliver’s shirt, nearing ripping the garment apart, but soon the ratty shirt was replaced by a white blouse that hugged his breasts tightly and emphasised their form. A blue tie wrapped itself around Oliver’s neck, hanging slightly loosely from his collar. Makeup adorned his face, a face that was swiftly gaining a feminine appearance as Oliver stared at his phone, wondering what he was doing in the first place. He needed to… call someone? Surely that wasn’t right, and he had no need to be calling someone now… especially when he had class in just a couple of minutes.

The thought of having an exam slipped from his mind, replaced by grading them and writing them; after all, hadn’t Oliver been a teacher for the past five years or so? These mental changes were accompanied by an increase in physical age as Oliver’s height increased slightly, hair lightening into blonde as it grew out down his back, and the colour of his eyes shimmered briefly before becoming light blue. There was a sharp pain in Oliver’s groin as his penis and balls vanished, replaced in between his legs by a vagina and ovaries, though she did not notice this change, having far more important things to focus on. “Hmm…” Oliver dug around in the handbag that had replaced her backpack, taking out a pocket mirror to quickly check that her makeup was in order, before opening the door and leaving the toilet stall behind.

Olivia stepped out onto a hallway that was different from the one she had been in minutes ago, yet one that she still recognized intimately: the hallway of a high school. She hurried her footsteps a little as she rushed towards her classroom, greeting the students she met along the way with a grin - a sort of anomaly amongst the faculty, Olivia was well-loved by her students, for her easy-going and sociable personality. Of course, maybe the fact that most of her male students found her to be drop-dead gorgeous helped… but Olivia only had eyes for another. The rest of the day passed by in a whirl, and after the final class ended and the students filed out of the classroom, she packed up all of her belongings and got ready to leave for home. “Ms. Moore~?” A voice sounded from the entrance of the classroom and Olivia looked up, smiling upon seeing Ray, one of her fellow teachers - and her boyfriend of more than two years. “Ready to head home?” Olivia smiled, picking up her handbag and strutting towards him, pulling the front of her blouse open just a little to give him a taste of her ample cleavage - the blush of embarrassment on his face never failed to delight her. “Of course… just lead the way~”