Student - Academic Misconduct

“I still don’t get why you want to study all this stuff – you know it’s not useful for you”, Stephen said with a smirk, making sure his voice carried louder than it needed to in the library. Melanie closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm herself. She had been trying to study for most of the morning, but one of her classmates, Stephen, had been relentlessly pestering her. “I mean, come on! What’s a woman need maths for?” he said, moving closer to her table.

“I’d know if you’d just let me study”, Melanie said through thin lips, keeping her voice down in the library despite her frustration. Stephen was the worst kind of student – arrogant, self-assured, but annoyingly gifted so that he could breeze his way through education without having to study. Melanie knew that this wasn’t just her own observations. Stephen had boasted as such on their first day of class and had spent most of the term reminding everyone how luckythey were to study alongside him: rich, well connected, and practically a genius.

“You know, we’re in modern times now”, Stephen said philosophically, tracing his hand along the spines of the many books that lined the shelves. Melanie knew he hadn’t opened any of them, much less read them. “I think we’ve moved beyond the need for all this”, he said, gesturing vaguely towards her. Melanie closed her book, glaring at him.

“What do you mean by that?” she asked, pointedly.

“I mean that if you’re studying maths to get a job, you should give it up”.

“I’m not just studying it for a job – it teaches everything, critical thinking skills, independence…”, Melanie said before being cuit off by Stephen’s chuckling.

“You should just quit and do porn instead!” Stephen joked.

Melanie fumed, rising from her seat. Her glasses went crooked on her nose with the force of the movement. She surprised herself at how angry she sounded, and for the briefest of moments something like surprise flashed across Stephen’s face.

“You’ve got no idea how hard I work to be here!” she said, her finger jabbing towards him as if to punctuate each syllable. “I put in the hours and try my best. We can’t all just waltz through life like you!”

Stephen was stunned to silence. A few other students in the library turned their heads to see what the outburst was about. Not due to the volume – Melanie’s voice remained barely above a whisper. But instead from the surprise to see someone finally standing up to Stephen.

Slowly, Stephen sat down opposite her, a looked of concern flitting easily to his features. His voice was soft, measured.

“I’m sorry, Melanie. I shouldn’t tease you”, he said. Melanie just stared at him, unwilling to believe such a snob had had a sudden change of heart. “I’ll tell you what: why don’t I tutor you? Go over some of the more difficult equations and maybe bring your grade up?”

“What’s in it for you?” Melanie said suspiciously. The feeling was well founded. Stephen’s face shifted immediately back to its usual sneering expression.

“I’m sure we could work something out: how about one blowjob for each question you get wrong?” he said, laughing loudly and standing up from his seat. He glanced around the library to see if his unwilling audience had noticed his obviously hilariousjest, but they all returned to their work. Melanie’s breath was shaking. The young woman trying to steady herself as her leg tapped underneath the table. She could feel her face flushing red with embarrassment, closely matching the vibrancy of her hair. She wanted to sink into the chair and just vanish, taking Stephen with her.

“Oh, Melanie? Best of luck in the exam in a few days. I’m sure you’ll need it!” Stephen said as a final jab, heading out of the library with a spring in his step.

Melanie calmed herself. Fixing her glasses, she looked at the stack of books she had gathered on the desk in front of her. She knew one wasn’t related to her course, leatherbound and full of esoteric writing. A small smile crept to her lips. Perhaps it was time to consider some extracurricular activity?

The next morning, Stephen brushed his teeth slowly, blinking at his blurred reflection in the mirror. He could already tell that something was wrong. He had slept fitfully, unable to get comfortable, and his eyes were finding it hard to focus. In the shower, his reflection now obscured by the steam, he was surprised to find that his body was skinner than he remembered. His bones seemed ungainly, his skin stretched thin across them, and his muscles looked as though they were fading away rapidly. While it was true that he had neglected the gym recently, he hadn’t expected such dramatic changes to occur in such a short period of time. As he shampooed his hair, Stephen found that it had seemingly grown rapidly during the night, now almost long enough to cover his ears. He knew that it couldn’t have grown that quick, and he told himself that he must have just forgotten to get a haircut a few times and now it was finally starting to show. Perhaps strangest of all, he found that his manhood looked smaller than before, tiny in size despite the heat of the shower.

As he dried himself after his wash, he tried to think practically, using the mind that he had so often boasted about. He had mentally allocated this period in the run up to the exam as time for studying and let everything else fall by the wayside. Even if he never saw much use in studying, he still made at least a cursory look at his notes, if only to convince himself that he had done something. Between the days in the library spent pestering his classmates and the nights spent playing videogames and eating fast food, something must have changed. He reasoned that he must have been becoming ill, the small changes in his body all symptoms of a harmless but currently unknown illness. He made a mental note to head to the doctor once the exam was behind him in a few days.

While Stephen wasn’t worried about it like his classmates seemed to be, the exam still felt like an important date in his calendar. Once it was out of the way he could return to his usual schedule of procrastinating and coasting through his studies. The exam was simply a way to prove that he was better than the others, and once he had passed it, he could get back to acting like it. With nothing better to do, Stephen grabbed a few of his course books and headed out to the library, hoping to find some entertainment in distracting others.

Frustratingly, Stephen’s preferred target, Melanie, wasn’t there. He made a few rounds of the library, checking her usual hiding spaces, but his fellow student was absent. Reluctantly, Stephen found a place to sit down and began to read over the textbooks. While they were little more than intellectual wallpaper back in his room, he thought that reading them over would at least prove to the other students in the library that Melanie was wrong, and he didn’t just coast through his course.

The concepts in the books were all things that Stephen had covered previously. Some were things he had naturally concluded himself, whereas others were from half remembered lectures he must have been barely awake from. He read over a passage, and then found himself reading over it again. His eyes were struggling to focus on the text, and he rubbed them, trying to wake himself up. Strangely, he didn’t feel tired, but it was like his eyes were still asleep. After several minutes spent burying his nose in a book, tracing over each word carefully with his finger, he found that he could see the words more easily if he propped them up a short but specific distance from his face, as if his eyesight was failing. Stephen mentally added it to the long list of symptoms to tell the doctor about once all of this was over.

Even now that he could read the words correctly, Stephen was struggling to process them. He knew what all of them meant, but when strung together in a sentence that was explaining some abstract concept, he couldn’t take it in properly. Frustratingly, he knew that he had previously understood everything he was now reading. Was he coming down with some sort of brain fog? A tiny seed of panic was planted within him, and Stephen could feel some long forgotten anxiety emerging. What if he wasn’t actually as smart as he said he was? What if he failed the upcoming exam? Stephen tried to settle his nerves, reminding himself that he had never failed an exam before and that this one would be like all the rest. Still, he reasoned, it wouldn’t hurt to do some extra revision, just as insurance.

After more hours spent reading the textbooks and working through the example equations on his notebook, Stephen’s panic was only increasing. It was like he had forgotten everything that he had learnt, the knowledge now locked away within his mind. He paced around the library and went to get a quick healthy lunch to give him something else to do, but when he came back to his desk the textbooks were as incomprehensible as ever. He flicked back through his notebook, hoping to find any notes from his lectures that he could use to jog his memory or support the guidance in the textbook, but he found nothing, remembering that had often boasted that he saw no need to take any notes – his mind was good enough to remember it, or so he thought.

Stephen’s jaw hurt, and he realised he had been clenching his teeth. He looked around at his fellow students working around him, their faces focused, but still functional. Stephen became suddenly conscious of how he must look, fidgeting uncomfortably on his chair as the panic set in. The sounds of the library seemed to grow all the louder. Far off, someone dropped a pen, the sound feeling like it was echoing in his head. The footsteps of a librarian slowly restocking shelves were like thunder, and the soft coughing of another student was enough to tip Stephen over the edge. He rose from his feet, grabbing his books and walking away from his desk. How could anyone work in such a racket? He had never truly understood it before – his own voice always seeming like the loudest thing there was. Stephen told himself that when he was back into the peace and quiet of his room, he’d be able to study more effectively.

Stephen carefully laid on out his textbooks and notepad on his desk, clearing away the games console and snacks that had taken it over. Sitting in his chair, he tried to study once more, but still it felt as though the knowledge was simply not going in. Having never really needed to revise before, Stephen realised that he hadn’t ever developed the skills to do it effectively. With a groan, he rested his head on the pages of the book, as if hoping the knowledge would transfer via osmosis. He spent the rest of the day moving between his phone, napping, and feebly hoping that he’d be able to revise once again each time he sat down at his desk. The words made no sense when he was even able to see them. Resigned, Stephen headed to bed, trying to console himself by remembering that he had never failed an exam before, and one day spent panicking didn’t mean he was any less intelligent. Eventually, he drifted off to a night of fitful dreams.

Waking up, Stephen felt different. Everything around him felt off. The morning sunlight coming into his room came in at an unfamiliar angle, lighting up a shelf full of books he didn’t recognise. He squinted his eyes, everything a strange blur of colour. Reaching up his hands, he could feel that his hair had grown even longer overnight. Stephen slipped out of bed, his body feeling oddly light as he walked towards his small bathroom. He kept blinking hard, willing his eyes to focus, but nothing seemed to change them. His eyesight had gotten so bad that even looking down at his body, all he could see was a flesh-coloured blur. When he fumbled his way to the bathroom, he found something beside the mirror – a pair of glasses. He couldn’t think who would have left them there. Stephen had never wore them, but with few other options, he slipped them on, hoping that they would improve his vision. He looked up at the mirror.

Stephen screamed at what he saw, his voice now shrill and nasally. In the reflection was Melanie – naked, except for the glasses that were perfectly positioned on her face, frozen in shock. He could see her ginger hair in a short bob, visible at the periphery of his vision. Stephen was stunned, leaning back against the side of the bathroom. Melanie in the reflection did the same. Already terrified at what he would see, Stephen took a deep breath and looked down at his body.

He was skinny, ungainly. His limbs were thin and long, his hips wider than he remembered. Across his skin, now strangely soft, were tiny red hairs that were barely visible amongst the freckles. A pair of small breasts hung from his chest, and looking further down, he could see that a vagina was now in place of his manhood. He stared at the mirror once more, seeing Melanie’s face staring back at him. He had somehow transformed into her. Stephen knew it was impossible. He tried pinching at his skin with his thin fingers, willing himself to wake up, but it felt far too real to be a dream. Something felt wrong, so very, unnaturally wrong. The nausea built in him, and soon Stephen had wrenched up the toilet seat to vomit.

“What’s the matter, don’t like what you see?” came a voice. Stephen pulled himself up, looking around the bathroom for its source. “Hello? Don’t you know it’s rude to ignore people?” it spoke again. It was familiar and feminine, and seemed to come from inside of his head as if it was a voiced inner monologue.

“Melanie?” Stephen asked, staring at the nude woman in the mirror.

“That’s right. God, I can’t believe this worked!” Melanie said, finding it impossible to mask her excitement.

“What have you done to me?” Stephen said, scared.

“Oh, just a few bits of magic. Some spells, some rituals – to be honest, it was easier than I expected”, Melanie said. Stephen found it strange to watch the reflection of Melanie – himself, in the mirror while the voice spoke inside of him, Melanie’s lips not moving. “I guess I’m smarter than you thought, right?”

“Please turn me back!” Stephen begged. “I’ll do anything – you’ll never see me again, I promise you!”

“Why would I do that?” Melanie said slowly, relishing the sudden shift in power. “I think it’s about time you finally learnt your lesson. Consider this a punishment for all the hours of studying you’ve ruined for your fellow students.”

“What’s happened to my body?” Stephen said, suddenly aware that if Stephen had transformed into Melanie, his own form could be elsewhere.

“Oh, it’s perfectly safe. I’m making a few adjustments to make it more comfortable for me. Just for the time being, of course”, Melanie said smugly. “Though I won’t be changing your intelligence. I had no idea you had it this easy!”

“Just please, give me back my body! I don’t want to be stuck like this!” Stephen said, his voice echoing in the empty bathroom. The Melanie connected with his consciousness took a moment to think.

“How about a challenge?” she said, excited.

“What sort of challenge?”

“Your favourite – academic! If you can pass the exam tomorrow, you’ll have your old body back, exactly how you left it. That shouldn’t be too difficult for a man – sorry, a woman with your academic gifts, right?” Melanie said mockingly. Stephen took a moment to think, looking over the strange body he was now in control of.

“Do you promise?” he asked, his strange voice shaky.

“I promise. Anyway, I’ve got to go! Lots of studying to do. I’ll speak after the exam! Good luck – you’ll need it!” she said.

“Melanie! Wait!” Stephen yelled, but there was no answer from inside of his mind. He leant against the sink, his head in his hands. He knew there was only one path forward, and he had to do what Melanie asked. After a moment spent composing himself, he went back into Melanie’s bedroom.

It looked like his own student accommodation, though on a different, far less expensive part of campus. Despite the room being smaller than his own, Melanie looked as though she kept it in good condition. Her desk was tidy, with a stack of textbooks ready to be taken to the library for a day of studying. A small photo frame was on the wall, Melanie standing on a beach with a few other people that Stephen assumed were siblings. Despite seeing her every day, Stephen realised that he didn’t know anything about Melanie’s home life and had only seen her in snapshots in the library.

The room felt colder than his own, his thin body now more sensitive to the temperature. Stephen opened the drawers at the side of Melanie’s bed, soon finding one full of underwear. He grabbed a comfortable looking pair of panties and slipper them up over his legs, covering his new womanhood that he was careful not to touch. He felt almost as though he was disassociating, piloting this body rather than being it, as much as he knew it was wrong. As he fumbled with a bra, awkwardly working the straps over Melanie’s small shoulders and squeezing the clips together across his back, he knew that this disassociation was probably just a defence mechanism. In her wardrobe, Stephen found a simple white t-shirt, putting it on with a green plaid shirt over the top. He squeezed into a pair of jeans, feeling the fabric stretch as he clumsily worked Melanie’s long legs into to the holes. Slipping on a pair of shoes, he stole another look in the mirror.

Perhaps subconsciously he had tried to dress in a more boyish way, but there was no denying what he saw. He looked just like Melanie, ready for another long day spent studying at the library. Every step felt odd, his body swaying and moving in unfamiliar ways that the real Melanie was undoubtedly used to. Stephen grabbed the books on the desk, surprised to find them heavy. He hefted them up, supporting the weight with his wider hips. Slowly, Stephen made his way out of Melanie’s room and towards her regular spot in the library.

Spreading out Melanie’s textbooks across the desk, Stephen told himself that he was going to try and have a more productive study session than yesterday. As he looked around the library, he could see that it was busier than before. With the exam only a day away, it looked as though many students were trying to do some last minute cramming. Stephen thought about the best way to revise, to perhaps start with the areas that he was struggling the most with and move onto simpler concepts later. As he flicked through the book, he realised that it wasn’t so easy to identify what he was struggling with. All of the topics seemed as difficult as each other. He looked through several more pages of equations, finding many sticky notes and annotations that Melanie had made to try and help her revision. Stephen knew that his own books were almost spotless, barely opened and definitely not annotated. Grabbing a coffee in an attempt to shift his new brain into gear, Stephen settled into his reading.

Yesterday, the equations seemed difficult, but now they were just impossible. The revision was having the opposite of its intended effect – he was losing more confidence in his knowledge. He would write down a question, be certain that after many minutes going through it that he had the solution, only to have his hopes dashed when he checked the answers at the back of the book. As lunchtime came closer, Stephen realised how little he had actually achieved, and how much he still had to cover before the exam tomorrow morning. He fiddled with Melanie’s glasses nervously, letting out a heavy sigh as the panic returned.

“What’s the matter, Melanie?” someone said as they walked past. It took Stephen a moment to realise that it was directed at him. He looked up to see Tyler, one of his acquaintances in the class. He leant back cockily against one of the bookshelves. “You stuck on something difficult?” he said, glancing over his work. Stephen meekly tried to cover it with his hand. He knew that Tyler wasn’t being genuine, but he was emboldened by the absence of Stephen’s usual mocking tone in the library.

“Just leave me alone, Tyler”, Stephen said, Melanie’s voice sounding weak and pathetic. He could hear his voice trembling.

“You’re not getting upset, are you?” Tyler said with teasing care. Stephen shook his head, feeling his hair tickle at his ears as he did so. “I’m trying to help you, Melanie”, he said.

“What do you mean?” Stephen responded, already feeling close to tears. Everything seemed too much. He couldn’t study, couldn’t pass the exam, and couldn’t even talk to people without feeling anxious.

“I mean I’m happy to tutor you, I’m not like Stephen”, Tyler said with a cold smile. Stephen could feel that it was some sort of trap, and suddenly became aware of how uncomfortable he made Melanie feel a few days prior in exactly the same situation. “How about this: you help me with a hard problem, and I help you with one of yours. Does that sound fair?”

“I guess. What are you finding hard?” Stephen asked.

“It’s a real big problem. Really hard”, Tyler said with a smirk.

“Well, what is it?” Stephen asked once more, finally realising what Tyler was joking about. “Oh, gross!” he said, as Tyler stood up with a laugh and went back to his desk.

The library was supposed to be a place of study, but Stephen was feeling incredibly watched. The idea that guys like Tyler were fantasising about him was making him feel sick. He tried to push the thought away, throwing himself into his studies. But, as the hours went by, Stephen felt no more prepared for the exam than he had been the day before. As the afternoon wore on, he was becoming desperate, flitting between different chapters of the textbook in a wild attempt at studying the critical parts. The exam was getting closer every second, and Stephen could tell that he was destined to fail. As much as it disgusted him, Tyler’s offer was becoming more tempting. If he wasn’t able to study by himself, perhaps a study partner would be the best way to learn. It wasn’t like it was his body, anyway. Shakily, he stood up from his desk and headed over to Tyler’s.

“Okay, Tyler. Here’s what we’re going to do”, he said, trying to sound commanding despite how small his voice and body made him feel. Tyler looked up from his textbook with a wry smile.

“We have sex. Tonight. Then, you teach me everything I want to know about the exam”, Stephen said, his breath heavy.

“Sounds good to me, but I can’t guarantee you’ll remember everything. Some things can’t be taught, you know?” he said, standing up. Tyler extended one hand to Stephen. “Do we have a deal?”

“Deal”, Stephen said, shaking it. In the brief moment of touch, he could feel how rough Tyler’s palm felt in comparison to his own. Tyler began to pack away his books.

“We’ve got no time to waste if you want to pass tomorrow!”, he said, leading Stephen out of the library.

An hour later, Stephen was curled up on Tyler’s bed, his pale, freckled body feeling exposed. His own clothes were in a neat pile at the end of the bed, and he could hear Tyler preparing himself in the bathroom. He looked over his body – Melanie’s body. It was just sex, nothing more. It was a means to an end, and he needed it to pass the exam and get his body back. He told himself that he would do a lot worse to get back to the body that he knew.

The door of the bathroom opened and Tyler emerged, his manhood already erect and sheathed. A look of surprised joy was on his face, as if he couldn’t believe his luck.

“Ready?” he asked excitedly. Stephen lay back on the bed, spreading his legs. Tyler moved closer, quickly bending down to kiss Stephen who turned his head away.

“No kissing. Just sex, then you tutor me. Understood?” Stephen said. With Tyler’s body on top of him, he felt dwarfed.

“Getting straight to the action! I like it!” Tyler said. He spent a moment looking at the strange organ between Stephen’s legs, one that Stephen had tried desperately to ignore until now. It was a reminder of how much he was missing. Tyler pressed the tip to it, and pushed inside.

“Fuck!” Tyler said as he began to thrust. Stephen could feel his shaft inside of him, filling a space he didn’t realise was empty. Tyler bit his lip, grabbing at Stephen’s slender legs which were awkwardly up in the air as he balanced on the edge of the bed. He felt nothing. A part of him at least hoped to feel some form of pleasure in the act, even if it was a simple exchange, but Tyler didn’t seem to care if he was enjoying himself. Stephen could see his small breasts bouncing as he thrusted in and out, his weak body being bounced back and forth by the larger man. “You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve been dreaming of this, Melanie!” Tyler said. Stephen knew that Tyler had said it in an attempt to be sexy, but it just made him involuntarily cringe.

Seconds later, he could feel Tyler’s body tense up. A soft moan escaped his lips as he came, his manhood trembling inside of Stephen. Tyler pulled out, a dumbstruck smile appearing. “Did you come?” he asked, innocently.

“Oh yeah, definitely”, Stephen said, lying. He felt absolutely nothing, except for a feeling of dissatisfaction that lingered like a bad smell.

“Awesome! Let me just get cleaned up, and we can get to studying”, Tyler said, quickly excusing himself as he disappeared back into the bathroom. As Stephen got dressed, picking his clothes off of the floor, he thought back to the times he had had sex previously. How many women had told him exactly the same thing? The sexual escapades that he had boasted about now each seemed lessened as he wondered how many had faked orgasms. When Tyler returned, Stephen considered that the man might have been the first person that he had ever make climax.

“So, what do you think is the topic you’re most worried about?” Tyler said, buttoning up his shirt.

“Everything, I guess”, Stephen said sheepishly. “It’s all just words on a page – I can read them, but it just doesn’t feel like it’s going in”.

“That’s going to be difficult to tutor you on, you know? I guess we can start at the introductions, and see how far we get”, Tyler said, grabbing several textbooks from his shelf and placing them on the desk. He pulled up a chair and motioned for Stephen to sit.

The two studied until the early hours of the morning, but with each wrong question, Stephen felt as though his fate was sealed. He would fail the exam and be stuck in this body. Initially, Tyler had been full of confidence (no doubt influenced by the ‘amazing’ sex he had just had), but even he began to doubt Stephen’s ability. As Stephen left Tyler’s room, not responding to a vague offer to see each other again sometime, he knew that it was all for nothing.

The next morning, Stephen was sat in the exam hall, surrounded by all of the other students. He had remembered to put Melanie’s name on the front of the exam instead of his own, and it felt almost as if he had signed a contract. He made sloppy attempts at questions, trying to show his working but knowing that his working only made him look like he didn’t know what he was doing. He tried to block out the sounds around him, but with each page turned by the other students, he knew that he was falling behind, both in ability and in speed. The pen felt slippery in his hand, his small fingers sweating with nerves. The exam was supposed to be just a way of showing off, but now it had become something more, and something far worse. When the examiner called out the warning for the last few minutes remaining, Stephen felt broken. He noticed an odd dark spot appearing on the paper, and then realised that it was one of his tears. After that, they flowed freely, Stephen trying his best to muffle his panicked, hopeless sobs so the other students wouldn’t hear.

When it was time to leave the exam, he felt sick. It was as if he was stuck in a nightmare, his body not working how it should. He walked out of the examination room and into the fresh air, but it did little to slow down his frantic breathing. Melanie’s voice came in his head once again.

“Not the cakewalk you expected, Stephen?” she asked.

“No…” he mumbled as he cried. He could hear the others walking out behind him, all talking about how they found the exam. They seemed confident in their result, which only made Stephen feel worse.

“That’s a shame, because I really wanted to give you your body back”, Melanie said, her voice taking on that mocking tone once again. “It looks like you’ll have to stay in this body until you get a chance to re-sit the exam!”

“No, I’m sorry for what I said!” Stephen said, uncaring that the other students would now be able to hear his desperate plea. “Just turn me back, please!”

“No can do I’m afraid. You’ll just have to pass the exam next time! Maybe you should try revising a little harder, perhaps in a place without distractions?” she said, laughing. “Oh, but don’t be disheartened if you fail the next exam too”, she continued, delighting that she had broken him.

“After all,” she said, her voice now inescapable within Stephen’s brain. “What’s a woman need maths for when she can just quit and do porn?”

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A punishment story for Soom99! These 'bad end' stories can be a lot of fun to do. I hope you enjoy reading it!