Although far from home on Christmas Day, Robin reflected on her first school year at LeFay Magic Boarding School.
Robin had started out as an unhappy male student in a mostly female school. Not particularly talented magically, he had been forced to go due to laws that stated; if anyone tested over a certain level they were required to attend. It wasn't the boy-to-girl ratio that made him unhappy, just the fact that he was horrendously outclassed in the most basic of magical abilities.
Because of his lack of abilities and the guaranteed failures in the practicals, he had studied harder then most of the more talented naturals to at least get the theories and ethics down cold. A good thing too, as failing any of the Ethicals tend to be "de-animated." At least for the rest of the term, for general safety, with a three srtikes and your out rule.
Still his teachers worried about him because, while he was weak, he had a oversensitivity to ambient magic, this required him to wear the same magically-imbued latex uniform as the elites needed.
This oddity made him the target of bullies who thought he was putting on airs that he had no right to claim. For the most part, it was hexed notes and other items or magical pranks.
The bullying came to a head, when just after the Thanksgiving break, someone literally
booby-trapped his remedial practical magic book.
It had been embarrassing showing up for class with a chest that was as impressive as many of the girls in class. He remembered having to wait through the whole class before the teacher would take a look at the spell to reverse it.
He remembered that class well, the giggles ad hidden laughs at his expense. Not even doing better then average in the spell-lab made it any easier to deal with.
He was relieved when class finally ended and he was able to approach the teacher. After scrying the hex, the teacher noticed that Robin had a slightly stronger aura.
Instead of reversing the spell, the Teacher, with Robin's reluctant permission, "completed" the spell giving him the curves and gender to match chest she was sporting.
The teacher noted a sharp increase in Robin's power level and had him do a few simple spells.
Both were astonished at the results!
Spells that he
could barely do at all, came as easily as breathing to her
! It was like someone had unclogged her powerlines.
The teacher convinced her to keep this form for the rest of the semester and that she would explain the situation to her parents and other teachers. Robin reluctantly agreed, with the provision that if he could not take it that he could get his own form back at the beginning of the next semester.
In the weeks since then Robin's grades improved since she was able to actually participate in the practicals. For a time the pranks got worse with some added hostility, but Robin could defend herself now. After reflecting a spell that would have turned her into a pair pantyhose, she was feared enough to be left alone.
She was still finding notes in her locker, but they were love notes. This had disturbed her for a time but she was getting used to it.
The only bad thing was her magical oversensitivity as still an issue, but at least the female version if the elite (Which no one denied she was one now)
uniform was of a more comfortable and flattering "cut" of latex then her old male one.
As Robin sat there on Christmas Day, she came to the decision that she would decline the offer to return to her old self come next semester.
She had realized that she liked who she was now.
Picture and a story for a late Christmas/early Boxing Day.