This wasn't going to be good, I realized as I trailed along in the line of middle school girls, down the hallway and towards the locker rooms opposite the school's gymnasium. Basketball. I'd never been great at basketball. Sure, in college I could pull myself together enough for some intramural game, but that was with the advantage of long legs, a fairly toned body, and boobs to distract the guys. Now I certainly didn't have any of those things. Least of all, I thought, as I looked down at the flat front of my jumper, the last of those.
The woman with the clipboard, who must have been our coach, stood outside the locker room as we all filed in. I was one of the last.
Inside, it was chaos. Girls were running every which way, practically bouncing off the walls, rushing over to talk to friends, seemingly unconcerned that we were supposed to be changing for practice, or something. I put my head down and made for one of the corners. Given what had happened with my textbooks, there must be some change of clothes in this giant backpack I was carrying. I dropped my bag off my shoulders and began rummaging through it. There! I pulled out a pair of black shorts and a tiny pink t-shirt. Neither of these would fit me, I thought reflexively, and then realized, as I held the shirt up to my chest, that they certainly would.
I checked the tag. "Girls Size 10." Oy.
That was when I realized I was going to have to get undressed.
I looked around. The girls around me were in various states of undress, but most seemed to be paying very little attention to the task at hand. They were shouting across the room at one another, laughing hysterically, doing all sorts of things. But first things first for me, I thought. I had to somehow get out of this plaid jumper that that girl had made materialize on my tiny body. The zipper was in the back. I tried reaching around with both of my stubby arms, but succeeded only in frustrating myself. And there was no way it was coming off over my head. The waist was so tight I felt almost as though I was stuck.
"Need help?" It was the girl next to me.
"Um, sure." I turned around, and she did the zipper quick and easy, like there was nothing to it. "Thanks."
"No problem." She smiled. "You just looked like you were having a tough time."
"Thanks," I said again, since I didn't know what else to add. God, I sounded like such a stupid little chipmunk. I ran my teeth over my braces again. Well, off this thing had to come, then. I slid both shoulder straps down over my arms and yanked down until the jumper pooled at my feet. I realized suddenly that I was standing there in nothing except my blouse and what appeared to be small, white little girl underpants. I grabbed for my black shorts and yanked them up quickly, before I good remember just how bare I now was down there.
I unbuttoned my blouse from the bottom up. Maybe if I could swap it out quickly for this pink t-shirt, I wouldn't have to look at my former breasts, now lost inside a training bra that was itself barely necessary.