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Cheerilee has just finished of the Class. I can see the Girls walking towards the Exit, and I am tempted to follow them out. I just change my mind; walking up for Cherrilee, our Teacher, with a smile on my face.
Somehow, she knows I am walking up to her; while she is not looking up, continuing with her ‘After Class’ work.
Just as I am stepping up to her, a mere three feet from her Position; does she finally look up at me, smiling genuinely.
“Ah, Myne Meteor..” she pronounces; “what do you have in mind; on your very first Class, in School?” she inquires.
“Just a few Questions!” I respond.
“Ah..” she responds; “okay, ask away; I have a moment available!” she offers.
“I take it, I was Accepted; to partake in your Class, then?” I inquire.
“Yes, Myne..” she responds; “You are a little Girl; thus, you are permitted to take part of my Classes!” she responds, snickering for a moment.
“Oh, yes; I guess I am!” I respond; “I do enjoy the experience, this far..” I put forth; “but how will this affect Me and my Future?” I inquire.
“For the duration of your stay..” she puts forth; “this just enables you to fit in with the Class; so that you can partake, without issues..” she explains; “if or when you choose to leave the class; you will be offered the Opportunity to revert to your male form!” she points out; “However; your Grades and Subjects will follow you, regardless!” she points out; “If you learn something, that is forever part of You; if you achieve Grades, these will be printed on a Document, you can use in order to qualify of further Studies or Future Employment!” she elaborates.
“So, I am attending a Genuine School; where I can learn things and be awarded Grades according to my Results?” I inquire.
“Naturally..” she puts forth; “even if we haven’t had the time to build all that much of a Reputation, in the Academic Society yet..” she explains; “but that will change, over time!” she concludes.
“Could I study Japanese, Russian or Arabic here, too?” I inquire.
“You may choose to pick any Language you choose, as First, Second or Third language; providing you have time for these classes on your Schedule!” Cheerilee promises.
“What if I were to request to take part in: the Klingon, Elfish, Neigponian, or Ponish too?” I inquire.
“You will just have to select the Substitute Teacher for the relevant classes requiring this!” she points out; “You should be able to access all these opportunities, from the comfort of your Suite!” she explains.
“I am curious; about the option to take the classes in Riding and Make-Up, too!” I suggest.
“You are free to join these Classes, this Week; but you will have to choose a Substitute Teacher for these two!” she enlightens me.
“Okay; Thank you, Cheerilee!” I respond, as I turn around and walk out of the Class Room.
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Since the Class is over, and I have nothing scheduled before Lunch; I choose to go back, to my Suite.
Just as I am reaching the Door out of the Class Room; I am spotting Rarity. She is waiting for me, of course.
“Hi, Myne!” she exclaims, as I step out of the room.
“Hi, Rarity, I respond.
“Since the Class is over, where are you planning to go?” she inquires; “We still have more than one Hour, before Lunch is served; so we do have some time to play around with!” she concludes.
“I was considering to go back to my Suite, where I could look into my Schedule!” I respond.
“Excellent Idea, Myne!” she puts forth, as she is following me towards my Suite.
Walking to my Suite, from Class; soon proved just as easy, as it had been to walk from my suite to the Dining Hall where I had been enjoying my Breakfast. Well; why should this be a Challenge, in the first place?
The walk only takes us a few Minutes, before we are reaching the door to my Suite.
I am extending the palm of my hand and press it onto the Plaque, only to spread my fingers wide in order to open the door; I step into the cloaking room with Rarity in tow, only for the door to slide shut behind her as she had cleared the threshold.
I place my shoes on the shoe-rack and Rarity follows suit. Once my Shoes are resting comfortably on the shoe rack, I place the palm of my hand on the plaque and spread my fingers wide. The door slides up before me and I step into my living-room with Rarity in tow.
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We walk over to the Sofa, before we sit down. I chose the inner seat, so Rarity takes the outer seat.
“I guess, we can forgo the Tea, since it is in your living room!” Rarity suggests.
I open the armrest and extract myself a Sparkle Cola.
“I guess you could have one, too!” I suggest, offering her to choose her beverage of choice from the given selection.
Granted, the selection is rather limited; but at least I am offering her a drink of her own, as opposed to just ignore her presence. Not as if it would cost me anything, but it is the thought that counts. At least, it is what I had been told; I guess I agree to the statement, though.
“Thank you, Myne!” she responds, as she is extracting a Sparkle Cola of her own.
I watch her uncap her bottle, before she is taking a sip of the fizzy beverage.
After I had taken a sip of my own bottle, I continue towards the object before me. I activate the screen on the wall before us.
I select to write a message to my Parents; explaining how I am doing, before I do anything else. They deserve to know, that I am doing well; before I go on to what I had before me, to make absolutely sure they are not worrying about where I went off to.
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“Dear Mother and Father, I am doing well; just in case you were wondering!
I was accepted to attend the School, so I had to move to the new Suite at the Dormitory.
My first class was enjoyable enough, and I got to learn quite a few things about what is before me.
Now I am looking forwards to what I have before me; I’m planning for the time here at the school, before I am going to lunch.
Yours sincerely, Arch Meteor”
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I forgot to explain, how I am currently a Girl by the name of Myne for the duration of my studies. Maybe I can explain this later, if it comes up and I have the time. Or they had already figured out that the school is for ‘Little Girls’ all along, in which case I am sure they can find my name in any event.
I press “Send” and the message goes to my Parents Suite, for them to read at their own leisure.
If they miss it, maybe it will be forwarded to them; explaining the situation, if this has not been explained to them already.
Of course; all the Core subjects are obligatory and unavoidable, so I just leave them where they are. Just as I keep our Teacher, as the Teacher for these subjects til further notice. Why bother changing things around, before I have a reason to do so? If and when I find a teacher less than satisfactory, I can explore the options available to me.
As planned; I select Japanese, Russian, Arabic, Klingon, Elfish, Neighponian (not the Neiponese, mind you), and Ponish.
“That is quite the spread of Languages..” Rarity supplies, “but if you have a knack for Languages, these should be serving you quite well!” she concludes.
“I want to give it a try, while I have the chance; “I hope I can leave them behind, if this does not work out!” I suggest.
“At least, you are still the Age, where Language should be coming easy to you!” Rarity confirms.
“As a Little Girl; I opt for Gymnastics!” I put forth; “Who knows, it just may serve me later and make the Riding Easier on me too!” I suggest.
“Oh, yes; that is possible, too!” Rarity responds; “I suggest you choose Sassy Saddles, as the Substitute Teacher for your Riding Class!” Rarity suggests.
“I take it, Cheerilee does not teach Riding?” I inquire; “and that you know Sassy Saddles too!” I conclude.
“Cheerilee is Teaching the core Subjects, mostly from behind her desk; that is the kind of subjects she is excelling at, as opposed to more Physical Subjects such as Riding!” Rarity explains; “and yes, I do know Sassy Saddles too!” she confirms.
“Guess I am lucky; having you with me, Rarity; since you know whom to ask for the Subject in question!” I put forth.
I choose Singing, Choir and Vocal Practice. Maybe my feminine side is talking here; but right now, I just could not resist the urge. Of course, maybe I am expecting to meet a few other nice Little Girls in my classes.
Then I end my selection, by applying some extra Mathematics into my collection of Subjects. If I could have squeezed in another class, subject; but this seems to be enough, for my first year.
“You did pick a nice spread of classes, I see!” Rarity puts forth.
“I don’t want to pick up too much, on the first day; regardless of whether I have to drop out after the first week as my Parents leave, or I can continue the entire year!” I conclude.
“Probably for the best!” Rarity responds; “Right now; it probably is for the best, if we head to the Dining Hall!” Rarity points out.
“Yes; I do not wish to miss out on my Lunch, or even be a few minutes late!” I explain.
Since I had finished my Cola, I had already put the bottle away. Rarity had finished hers, too; so that is out of the way.
I raise to my feet, walking over to the door. I am lifting up my right hand and press the palm onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door; only to walk out into the cloaking room with Rarity in tow, before the door is sliding shut behind her as she had cleared the threshold.
Once in the cloaking room, I slip my feet into my shoes, right and left respectively. From there, I am turning towards the door, lifting my right hand up.
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