The Unexpected Exchange - Forced Fem Fantasy

Part 13: The Canteen

As morning classes came to a close, Scott met up with his new "friends" for lunch, slipping back into his school routine with a sense of ease. But Gracie was nowhere to be found.

"Right! Everyone's here, let's go get a spot at the canteen," Anne announced, leading the way.

Scott followed along, his mind drifting as he adjusted to the new British terminology. "Canteen? Oh right, the cafeteria. I forgot they call it that here," he thought to himself.

"What about Gracie?" Scott asked, noticing her absence.

Chloe chuckled. "She went home early. Bad period cramps."

Scott's discomfort was evident as Chloe teased him about his luck in being a girl who doesn't have such pains. "I'm not actually a girl, you know," he retorted, hoping to deflect the attention.

Chloe and Anna exchanged amused glances, and Chloe gestured to the mirror they passed. "If you say so," she remarked teasingly.

Scott's stomach dropped as he caught sight of Sophie in the reflection. Embarrassed, he quickly tried to change the subject. "So, uh, what's the deal with the disco party next week?"

Chloe's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh my god, Sophie, you're going to love it."

"Where is it?" Scott asked, genuinely curious.

"It's at King Hedges School For Boys," Amelia replied.

"King Hedges?" Scott echoed, puzzled by the unfamiliar name.

Amelia explained, "Every month, our schools organise an event where we get to meet all the fit boys there."

Chloe giggled, adding, "It's honestly the highlight of every month. You're going to have so much fun!"

Scott couldn't see the appeal of going to an all-boys school dressed as a girl, and he knew he had to find a way to get out of it.

But before he could voice his concerns, Anna piped up, "Who do you reckon Oliver is going to ask to dance now that he's broken up with Camilla?"

Chloe interjected eagerly, "It better be Gracie! They're practically texting 24/7."

Amelia chimed in, "Yeah, but they were also texting 24/7 right before he asked out Camilla."

Chloe smirked, "True. That man-slut is probably texting 50 other girls at the same time."

"Maybe he'll ask you, Sophie! It's going to be hard for any of the boys to ignore you in that dress we picked out yesterday," Chloe added with a mischievous smile.

"Oh my god, I literally forgot about that! We are going to make sure you are gorg that night!" exclaimed Amelia, her excitement palpable.

Scott tried to respond, his voice faltering, "I—I don't..."

But Chloe cut him off before he could finish, her teasing tone relentless. "You do fancy boys, don't you, Sophie?"

Scott's face burned with embarrassment as he stammered, "N-No. I don't."

Chloe pouted playfully. "Oh, what a shame," she remarked, her tone dripping with mock disappointment. "Maybe you should give it a try for a night? It'll be more fun that way," Amelia chimed in, giggling along with Chloe.

Scott fell silent, feeling increasingly uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. As their break came to an end, he couldn't wait to escape back home and shed the facade of Sophie once again.