Kat arrived at ballet class the next morning. During the summer, she and her classmates had morning classes. They would switch to evenings during the school year. It was likely because their instructor, Miss Lexington, wanted to be done with work early in the day during the summer months.
Kat had woken up late that morning, barely managing to shower and get dressed before she had to hop into the car and practice driving with her mom in the passenger seat. Kat’s acne had been particularly bad, her ginger hair was wet, stringy, and dripping onto her spandex dance clothes. Most of the other girls were pretty, their skin mostly clear, their hair done in buns, and their bodies developing the sleek lines and curves expected of a ballet dancer. Kat’s small, ironing board body definitely didn’t fit in with the rest of them.
“Look at the Kat that dragged in,” Rebecca said, amused by her own clever turn of phrase. Several of the other girls snickered.
Kat was used to this kind of thing. As the odd girl out, she was hazed by the others relentlessly during class. She said nothing and walked to her usual corner, pulling her ballet shoes out of her bag to begin putting them on.
“It’s a wonder your sticks for legs can hold you up at all, let alone dance. Of course, that’s probably why you can’t dance, Kitty Kat,” said Rebecca, trying to get rise out of Kat.
Kat continued to ignore her, and Rebecca began to whisper and giggle with the other girls. Kat hoped that they weren’t talking about her or plotting against her, but there really wasn’t anything that she could do about it, so she tried not to care.
The girls lined up for their barre exercises. Kat finished putting on her shoes and joined them. Kat always struggled at barre, and today started as she was used to. When the girls began to practice their form and movements, however, it began to feel easier and easier to her. Plie, releve, plie, releve. Rise, lower, Rise, lower. Her legs were feeling stronger and stronger as class went on. The class moved on to practicing saute (jumping), something that Kat normally stumbled out of when her legs were tired at the end of class. Today, however, her legs didn’t feel tired at all. They felt strong. She performed every saute flawlessly. When they finished with tourne (turns), Kat was smiling broadly, knowing that this was the best she had ever done. She noticed that the other girls, even Miss Lexington, were giving her confused looks.
At the end of class, Kat ran over to her bag, changed her shoes, then darted out of class. She always tried to leave quickly so that the other girls didn’t have a chance to pick on her.
She hopped in the car with her mom, her mom looking at her phone the whole time. She drove them both home. Still feeling great from her better-than-normal performance in ballet today, she took a quick shower, wrapped a towel around herself, then went to her room to get dressed. She put on her panties and her training bra before she finally noticed something unusual. She couldn’t clasp her bra in back. It was as if had shrunk… or she had grown? She turned to finally look in the mirror, something she typically tried to avoid other than when absolutely necessary.
She looked at the small lumps on her chest. She had boobs! AA’s? A’s, maybe? Definitely too big for her training bra. Her eyes drifted over the rest of her body as well. She still seemed slim, with a dancer’s build. However, she was looking more like Rebecca than like herself. Small breasts, a slim toned waist, slender but curvy hips. Her face even looked a bit clearer, with fewer red splotches decorating her skin. Her legs had changed the most, though. They seemed longer and more muscular. The lean legs of a real ballet dancer! She laughed as she executed one more tourne.
She wasn’t sure how this had happened during class, but she was sure happy that it had!
***
Jake woke up in the mid-morning, tired from reading when he should have been sleeping last night. He had fallen asleep with the book on his chest. He lifted it up and looked at the ending sentences of the story again.
“She twirled and danced upon the stage, her now-beautiful form capturing the eye of the village lord. The lord courted her until they agreed to marry. And they lived happily ever after.”
He smiled at the cheesy ending, closed the book and went to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
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