These weren't my old marks from all those years ago, these were below average, well below. My eyes dart back and forth over the piece of paper, gliding over each and every word and grade in search of some sense of familiarity.
They were all passes, though for most they barely seemed to scrape by. Whoever I had gotten my education from had apparently taken English, Literature, Biology, Music, History, and only the most basic of Maths class. All of which hung comfortably in the low D's with only English and Music narrowly making a very low C grade.
My blood runs cold as I cast my mind back to my days in high school, from my advanced classes to my numerous different sciences. I could remember the classes themselves just fine, but as I narrow in I find myself stumbling.
"A cell has...uh...rough something?...Mitochondria?..." I squeak, my lip quivering as I pull myself to my feet. "No, those are the powerhouse of the cell. They don't....um...fuck what did the rough...rough things do?" I mutter, finding myself remembering that fact from a meme.
I slowly begin to pace around the coffee table, dropping the marks down onto the marred and scratched wooden surface. It felt like I was mentally tied down, my own mind being held back by some force to keep what I already knew out of my grasp.
"To be, or not to be that is the question" I begin to recite, my accent making me almost gleeful before I reach the second line. I had performed Hamlet in high school and had memorized the famous soliloquy for my audition. "To...outlive the arrows...No, that doesn't sound right" I murmur weakly, my stomach sinking and my heart pounding faster and faster.
"I...I can't believe this. I thought I was just giving up my college shit and reverting back to my high school graduate education, not taking someone else's" I grumble, the anger in my voice getting softened by my darling accent and sweet melodic voice.
"Am I...stupid now?" I ask the empty room, wracking my brain for an answer. I didn't feel less intelligent, though I suppose that would be a difficult thing to access. All I could say for sure was that I certainly wasn't well educated, the person I got this education from either being stupid or a slacker in their high school years.
As I walk around the apartment my eyes catch something in the door. Breaking from my train of thought I approach the aging heavy hardwood door, leaning in to inspect the small key-chain hanging from the lock.
"I suppose these are mine then" I mutter, my voice still seething at the thought of my new education.
Inspecting the door further I notice it covered in locks, from a small chain to heavy metal deadlocks. Looking at the thing makes me both feel secure, but also builds a growing dread over why I needed so many locks in the first place.
Turning back to face the apartment at large I grimace. Fuming in anger over my education wasn't going to help anything, but getting some supplies would definitely make this situation better.
Patting my pocket I confirm my debit card was in there. "What do I need?" I mutter under my breath, turning to start undoing some of the locks. "A bin for sure...Some food...Underwear...Oh, and sheets for sure" I exclaim, making a mental list.
I glance out the kitchen window, noticing the rain had turned to slight spitting since I last checked. "Well...nows my chance" I say nervously, unlocking the front door and tentatively opening it.
SLipping out into the dimly lit hallway I whip my head from side to side. I appeared to be in an apartment squished into the corner of the building, hence the compromised size. A stairwell leading both up and down stands directly in front of my new front door. To the left is a small chute for garbage, and to the right is a narrow off-white hallway, leading to well-spaced-out doors leading to most likely far best-sized apartments.
I quickly run back into the apartment, my assets jiggling wildly as I sprint over to the fridge. I hastily snatch the rancid milk from the door and run back to the chute outside, wincing as I feel the woolen material of my sweater rub against my sensitive nipples. In a swift motion I pull open the chute before hurling the carton inside, slamming it shut excitedly as I made my first improvement to the room.
Sighing heavily and grinning from ear to ear in satisfaction I turn to lock the door behind me, noting the number on the door. "Three dash one...easy enough to remember" I chirp, hoping that was actually the case.
I slide my keys into my other front pocket, murmuring in discomfort as I feel the small metal object dig into my soft plump thigh. I slowly begin to descend the stairs, taking my time as I try to get used to my smaller stride and swaying hips. I'm forced to clutch the railing with white knuckles out of fear of missing a step and tumbling down, though thanks to my extra care I manage to get down without any mistakes.
Each floor I pass looks much the same as my own, a dimly lit hallway filled with doors and not much else. As I reach the bottom of the stairs I find myself in a foyer, a carve-out of space in the front of the building leading to both the outside and two hallways with ground floor apartments in the back. Right in front of the stairs, embedded in the right-hand side wall, is a wall of mailboxes. Each little cubby hole is covered in a closed locked door with an apartment number printed on the outside.
As I walk past I scan the wall in search of my mailbox, eventually finding it a little above my head right next to the front door. I pat my pocket for a moment, feeling for a key and quickly finding another object on the keychain. I consider checking the box but push the thought to the side as I resolve to use this break in the torrential rain effectively.
The glass door leading outside feels a little stuck as I pull it, forcing me to use to hands to tug at the handle as it begrudgingly scrapes open. Looking out at the dark storm clouds I tug my beanie over my ears, the gap in the door immediately allowing me to feel the cold air outside rush in.
Hanging my head nervously I rush outside, my lip quivering as I begin my first outing as a busty young woman in a strange new place. I quickly walk to the edge of the sidewalk, looking left and right down the street in search of...something, anything really. I quickly confirm my suspicion that this area was largely a collection of apartments, the similar bland building of varying heights taking up much of this block. However, as I see the street sign I rush over to it as my heart skips a beat.
"Corner of...Smith and Hume..." I mutter under my breath, cocking my eyebrow as gears begin to move in my head. Turning around I look at the tram stop outside my apartment, rushing over to look at the map on the signpost. "This...This can't be right" I squeak, reading the neighboring streets on the map one after the other.
This was my home.
As I read the map I slowly begin to build a better image in my head of where I was. I was on the other side of the city than I was used to, but this was still definitely the city I had grown up in. While I was fairly unsure about this east side I was sure I could find what I needed.
Emboldened by the sense of familiarity I begin to follow the tram tracks towards the city center, my strut growing more confident than ever as I begin to plan out what to do. My warm wool clothes keep me fairly warm as I walk through the light-spitting rain, a grin appearing and disappearing on my lips as I wonder if it's noticeable that I'm not wearing any underwear. My confident strut rapidly returns to my meek stride as I remember what I looked like now, my nervous disposition causing me to try and diminish the sway of my hip and the bounce of my chest and ass.
Before long I find the first stop on my journey, Qwik-Stop, a local convenience store that was on practically every block corner in the city center. Heading inside I'm immediately hit with a gust of warm air, the small storefront being heated to toasty perfection.
I find myself relishing the change more than I expected, my shoulders slumping in relaxation as I enjoy the heat. "Was I really that cold" I whisper to myself, heading further inside as I look around for the front counter.
Reaching one of the aisles I freeze up, a deep throbbing headache building in my skull as I see the array of food on the shelves. I grit my teeth, clutching the side of my head as I deal with what feels like the worst brain freeze I've ever experienced. I quickly stagger into the aisle, not wanting to be seen having some sort of medical episode out in the store proper, as tears begin to fill my eyes.
Almost as soon as it had started I find it disappearing, the only sign of what had happened being my watering eyes and the subtle splotchy redness around them.
"What. The. Hell. Was..." I hiss, panting between each word as I try to calm myself down.
Tilting my head up I find myself looking at a can of sweet corn. "Overpriced for the size" I mutter to myself, my eyes going wide. I'd bought stuff like this all the time before, but I'd never made such a quick judgment about food like that nor did I ever care that much about the unit price.
Looking around the aisle I find it filled with more pantry staples, a dull throb forming in my temples as I find my train of thought is derailed by a cavalcade of snap judgments and mental notes.
"I'll need some of that seasoning, it's really useful for just general...stuff"
"That recommended recipe will be terrible, the canned beans won't handle the long cook time...Right?"
"That's far too much sugar for bread, maybe I should bake my own...How do I do that?"
"How much are they charging for flour?! That's outrageous...I think"
It was as though some empty space in my head was finally able to be filled. The bombardment of information from the items on the shelves triggering some sort of recognition and analysis from something deep inside me.
"The...The cooking hobby" I whimper, trying to avert my eyes to avoid more sudden intrusive thoughts. I could feel...it. Some force inside me guiding me as I read the items on the shelves, pushing me in the right direction.
Catching my breath I try to look at the ground as I walk back out into the store, the light jiggling of my breasts filling my vision as pace my way out of the terrifying aisle. Slowly looking up I see what I was looking for a little further into the store. By a large set of doors lead out onto the other street this corner store was attached to sits the checkout counter. I nervously approach the counter, wringing my hands as I avert my gaze from the man in his early twenties who manned the checkout.
"Um...excuse me...sir" I ask, my nerves making my accent sound downright adorable. Hearing just how I sounded I decided to lean into it "Um...I'm a little lost...I just moved here. Do you know where the nearest...I believe it's called Big-Mart is?" I ask, feigning ignorance in the name.
Looking up I realize I have the attendant wrapped around my little finger. He smiles back at me warmly, his hazel eyes darting quickly to my chest as he struggles to meet my own gaze. I feel a little sick as he stares at my assets, though something else revels in his gaze.
"Sure thing Miss, it's...Actually, let me draw you a map" the young man says, grabbing some paper from behind the counter and a pen as he begins to sketch out the grids of streets making up this part of the city. As I wait I find myself looking over the items around the checkout, my stomach rumbling as I see the candy, gum, and snack bars that were meant to be impulse buys.
As the attendant finishes his map he passes it across the counter to me. "There you are...um..." he pauses, expecting a response. "Mia" I say sweetly, reaching up to take the map as I continue to glance at the unhealthy food.
"That's a lovely name...I mean...uh..." the dark-haired young man says nervously, obviously flustered. "Uh...feel free to take one of you'd like, on me" he continues, trying to cover his stammering in an attempt at flirting.
"Thank you...Nick" I reply with a nervous giggle, reading his name tag as I take one of the small nut bars. With map and snack in hand I wave to the man and head out of the store, grinning widely as I realize how much power I had in this body.
Looking at the map as I walk back out into the spitting rain I see that Nick had labeled a number of locations around town: The Big-Mart, some cafes, two different supermarkets, a 'decent student bar', and some second-hand stores. He had also included his phone number in the corner, causing me to chuckle to myself.
"You are a charmer aren't you" I chuckle meekly, glancing down at my body. "Well...I guess the voice and the twins did most of the work there...but still...charmer" I mutter, orienting myself with the map and heading in the direction of the largest chain department store in town.
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