Your body continues to feel off. You can’t put your finger on it. It is like your insides are moving about within yourself. An odd sensation but you didn’t want to ruin Cindy’s birthday by going home sick. You entered history class focused on the lessons. Your mind wandered think about going shopping with Cindy. Smiling thinking checking out what cool styles they displayed. You could pick out a cute outfit. Pausing thinking about it for a minute…outfit for Cindy. That is what you meant. A ringing bell brought on the next break.
Heading out you met with Cindy taking her hand in yours. She asked you as you walked, “Your hands are so soft. Have you been using the lotion I gave you?”
Stammering out, “Yes.” Trying to remember for yourself.
“That is good. Hand care is very important. What say we do a makeover after school?”
“That would be awesome but do you think we can get an appointment?” More excited than you felt you should be.
“Felipe adores me he’ll do it for me.”
Suddenly the thought of football practice came to mind. Dejected you said, “I don’t think I can. I have football.”
“So, I have cheerleading and I am skipping it. Its my birthday so you have to do what I want. That way I’ll do what you want.” Cindy leaned her lips in close as she spoke before she pulled away.
You nipples stiffened with the stimulating exchange. “Okay. It is your birthday.”
“Yeee this is going to be fun.” A peck on the cheek your reward. You treasured these stolen moments between classes. Class passed uncomfortably. It felt like a weight pressed on your head. You noticed heading out of class your pants dragged along the floor. They fit earlier didn’t they? You could hem them. You were handy with a needle. Your mom taught you how when you broke your leg. Another disconcerting realization hit as you noticed the cuffs of your outer shirt extending beyond your wrists. I need to dress better.
Entering the locker room to prepare for gym class you changed your ill fitting clothes. Class ended up going poorly, your coordination all over the place. Doing badminton this week you couldn’t return a shot. Your reach and speed all lacking to what you are used too. After class stripping off your t-shirt your chest appeared puffy. Dismissing it you put on your pants that changed into capris. They fit tightly against your skin. Your t-shirt a tank top and over shirt thinner fabric now with buttons on the wrong side. You couldn’t leave in your gym clothes so you dressed wondering who might be playing these tricks on you. Marie must be getting back at you. Whatever she’d have her fun and get over it.
Leaving class Cindy surprised you not commenting on your attire. “You sure you’re okay to skip cheerleading?”
“Coach Jeffries is cool she’ll understand.” You respond without thinking. Did she ask about you cheerleading? No you must of misunderstood. “Do you think I should get highlights?”
“No I think that is tacky. What say we cruise the mall after?”
“Absolutely.” Today’s prospects improved drastically with this idea. Together they entered the chemistry lab. Having Cindy as a lab partner made this your favorite class.
“I like your shorts. Are they new?” Cindy asked
Looking down you noticed how your capris crept up into shorts. “I don’t remember. You really like them?”
“I am always telling you that you should show off your legs. They are shapely and smooth.”
“Not as nice as yours though.” You noticed your clean shaven legs. Something was off but a fog prevented you from knowing what.
“Thank you. You are the best. They are great.” Cindy stretched out her right leg displaying it. It produced no titillation for you. Only appreciation as you might a painting or statue.
A strain came to your shoulders. The weight of the bulges on your chest built. Your undershirt pulled up exposing your taut stomach. No longer a defined six pack you’d worked hard for. Your top shirt became riddled with holes as it turned into a mesh layering piece. A complementing tank top that displayed your developing bust. Your shorts tightened pressing into your crotch. No pain followed because of a vacancy where your former manhood once held sway. Neither you or Cindy picked up on these changes. What magic controlled your fate altered reality to fit its defined norm.
Exiting class Marie caught sight of you. You waved at her as you approached. Marie’s confusion clearly displayed, “Do I know you?” Her eyebrow raised.
“I know we haven’t spent a lot of time together lately but that isn’t nice. I am Anna Jenkins your friend. Cindy needed me more lately since she lost her boyfriend and it is her birthday. You should be a little considerate of that fact.”
A dawning hit Marie, “You’ve got breasts.” Incredulous at what she saw before her.
Cindy swayed up, “The best in the school.” Her words triggered your breasts too swell into a set of oversized melons.
“You are a football player.” Marie stammered.
Cindy shook her head, “I admit Anna has an excellent flexible body but football? What are you smoking? She is too short. She is a cheerleader. Though I imagine she wouldn’t mind being tackled by a few of the players.” Giggling at that idea.
A series of simultaneous changes happened. Only Marie took stock of them. Your outfit altered as your undershirt molded itself to your hefty boobs. A bright scarlet bra to complement your thong underwear. Your mesh shirt filled in taking on the school colors. Accompanied by your shorts fusing together softening into a skirt to match. You dwindled in size till you found yourself tilting your head up to your friends.
Marie blinked a few times trying to wake up. “I gotta go.” She turned and ran off.
“What’s her problem?” Cindy asked.
“She is having a hard time adjusting to us being friends. She doesn’t have a lot of others so it hurts her that we have hung out so much lately.”
“She needs to get over that.”
“I have been neglecting her lately. What say we all go shopping this weekend? She is really great when you get to know her.”
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