“You two, go over,” Coach Randall pointed at Matt and Neil, obviously just picking them because they were at the end of the line. Matt felt just a little worried about this, but his misgivings vanished as suddenly as they arose. Still, a hint of uneasiness simmered in the back of his brain, refusing to die completely.
“Yes, sir,” both boys answered as they marched across the room and took their new place at the end of the girls’ line.
“There. Now it’s even,” Coach Randall said. “On to the next part.”
“Boys and girls, turn and face each other,” Coach Wells commanded. Both lines swiveled to meet each other’s eyes.
Matt found himself looking right across at Bruno who met his gaze with a puzzled frown. What now?
Then, it happened. As Matt watched, Bruno seemed to grow taller and more muscular. In fact, all the boys on Coach Randall’s side bulked up until they formed an imposing wall of pure testosterone. For a while, they all studied their bodies in amazement, flexing their arms and doing a few experimental stretches. A few of them also began leering at the girls in front of them, their sudden rise in the social food chain making them bold.
Meanwhile, Matt gawked at the Adonis that his buddy had become, struck with just a bit of envy. When Bruno had convinced him to try the gym, he had imagined gaining an athletic body like his someday. Now, he doubted he could ever come close. Compared to the new Bruno, he just felt so small and weak.
“My, what a difference!” Coach Wells purred, eyeing the boys in a rather unprofessional manner. “I definitely approve.”
Coach Randall gave her a sideways glance. “Well, I did my part. How about you?”
“Already on it.”
Coach Wells made no gestures or arcane phrases, but Matt could feel himself being pressed by an invisible force that locked him in place. An odd assortment of sensations washed over him, making him momentarily dizzy. Then, it passed, and he sighed with relief. However, something felt different, wrong. Perhaps, it was the strands of long, dirty blonde hair that kept swinging into his vision in place of his usual short brown. Maybe, it was the strange jiggling on his chest whenever he shifted his weight. More likely, it was the stunned, slack-jawed expression on Bruno’s face as his eyes wandered over Matt’s body.
Slowly, Matt looked down. In silence, he took in the sight of an attractive female body wrapped in a sexy cheer uniform that showed off plenty of enticing details: impressive cleavage, feminine abs, silky smooth legs. Touching his face brought little comfort, as things struck him as too soft and delicate. Nothing of his old familiar form could be seen. Before he could stop himself, his small manicured hand slipped to the front of the pleated skirt. There could be no doubt about it. She was now all girl, and also a cheerleader.
“What the heck!?” A lilting soprano voice gasped next to her. Wait, wasn’t that where…Neil!
Matt whirled around to find a statuesque, raven-haired beauty clutching at her new breasts in shock. She wore the same uniform as Matt, a two-piece affair that Matt suspected should never be allowed at school. All the girls now sported identical uniforms, as well as notably improved bodies. Just as the boys had become paragons of manliness, they had become paragons of seductive femininity.
“Oh, you turned out so lovely!” Coach Wells clapped her hands in joy. “The boys will be so glad to have you supporting them on the field.” Her eyes twinkled. “And off the field, too.”
Matt and Neil gawked. What did she mean by “off the field?”