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The door to my class room is wide open, inviting me to step right in.

Since I had just concluded my breakfast, I am ready for my first class here. Eager to learn, to make friends and to mingle with the new class mates. All little girls. All dressed just like me. Not quite identical; they are little girls, after all.

A Woman stands at the front of the class, the Teacher. Who else would she be? I have no idea, I am after all knew in the class. Just as I am new to school in general.

As I am stepping into the room; I notice our Teacher's complexion: a deep, dark and well saturated purple. A bit odd? But I guess I could get used to it. At least she stands out, as recognizable in the class. Or in just about any crowd.

Based by Rarity; I could not have been prepared for her complexion, with Rarity being a pristine white hue. Even if I guess Rarity’s complexion may have been a bit light, but still.

The teacher before me: Cheerilee is wearing a Skirt and blouse in a brilliant Silicone white, glossy and pristine befitting her position. Rarity would have accepted nothing less out of her. Well; this is the first day of class, so she has to look her best. At least, it is my impression; even if I am a bit young to have the experience, by which to judge.

She is wearing a bright, metallic bloody red vest, glossy and glittering in the light of the room. I guess the vest would signifying that this is the class for Little Girls, as it had so proudly been stated. Well, that is still stated. Unless the print could have been changed, after the effect? Something, I doubt.

“Had this been a Class for Little Boys, she would have been wearing a blue vest in place of the red one she is currently wearing..” I ponder; “..and I would have been wearing clothes for boys now!” I consider, giggling to myself, albeit quietly.

Naturally; Cheerilee is wearing a pair of thigh high toe-stockings in a matching white. Finally; she is wearing a pair of matching, three inch High Heels in an Equestrian style. The front is rounded, as if she had been standing on Equine Hooves; rather than the pointy tip of Human shoes, hiding her toes.

“Would I look good, in her shoes; when I grow older?” I ponder; “or, at least cute!” I conclude.

“Probably!” I reason, as I am following the development around me.

Cheerilee is standing in front of a large screen, similar to the one I have in my living room; just as it does back home, it does cover the entire wall behind her.

The Teacher’s desk behind her is a frame of inch thick Titanium; while the top is half an inch thick crystal clear Sapphire, I can barely even make out the contours of. The front and the sides are covered with matching Sapphire, in order to box in the space.

I can make out a thirty inch screen before her seat, while I can’t make out the keyboard and other means of controlling it.

Since I am no expert in computers and control devices; I am left with assumptions and guesses.

I can see a set of desks, befitting little girls to place books and other study materials before me; all arranged in a semi circle, focusing on the Teacher before me.

She is pointing at one girl at the time, directing them to take a seat; starting with the seat in the middle, before she continues to the right and left. Right and left, right and left.

After a few girls, she is pointing at me, directing me to take my seat. As I am sitting down; I am looking directly at my teacher, our teacher.

As I am sitting down; I notice the screen before me; aside from the keyboard and mouse, is it.

Well, there is no equipment, lying around; everything had been integrated in the desk, before me.

I see my face on the screen. Under the face, I can clearly read my name: Myne Meteor.

The face, before me; is clearly smiling, in excitement. The Excitement, derived from the prospect of learning.

I place my hands, on the desk before me. The next moment, I can see the system logging me in; initiating the system, as well as preparing the keyboard and mouse. Not that I can see a Physical Keyboard or Mouse on the Desktop, but I can see the outlines of them, lighting up to indicating their location.

“How does this even work?” I ponder; “Looks very High-Tech; but if it helps me, to learn what she has in store for us!” I conclude; there is no point, in continuing the statement, in any event.

Once I am logged in; the screen switches over to focus on my teacher, our teacher: Cheerilee.

I can clearly see her smiling, at us; eager and excited to follow our progress, as we learn everything she stands to offer.

I was under the impression; all I need, other than being a Little Girl; is a reasonable grasp of my English. Granted; she could have separate classes, for girls fluent in other Languages, for all I can see. How many Teachers, do they have at their disposal; just to teach us, in this class? I have no idea. Not sure if I care. But still.

I can clearly see the face of the Teacher, with the name: Cheerilee under. Just a bit of a strange and unusual name, but who am I to judge? I don’t even know her origin, or where she came from.

Of course, I can read her name, in the Roman Alphabet before me. Doesn’t everyone read her name in the same Alphabet? I don’t know. I guess I just made an assumption.

After a moment; I can see the face disappear, replaced by a list of other names and faces. My fellow students? All girls, just like me.

How many had been girls, when they were signed in, at the hotel? I would have to ask them. But would they say anything, but no? I probably would not.

Not so much, that I fear to be thrown out; I had been accepted, I had been promised that I could partake in the class. Still, it would be awkward and embarrassing to confess to have been a Boy now

What if someone had opted to take the class, for the expressed purpose of the chance to be living their lives as girls? I had heard of this, before. I guess it isn’t that alien, after all.

If the price to take the class is to be partaking as a Girl, or to leave years of life behind; would you still choose to sign up? Well, I had.

Is the Age and Gender all the possible reasons, for them to sign up?

Either way; for now, I choose to take everyone at face value. Maybe it is, what is expected out of a Little girl? I am supposed to be Naive and Gullible, after all. While I wasn’t a girl, but I am still the same age as everyone else.