Patrick rushes out of the Girls locker room. He escaped the pink gas, but his celebration was short lived. When we walked back into the gym he was greeted by hundreds of ballet dancer. They all had leotards, tutus and skirts that range from different colors. All of the former boys of the school has changed into girly girls. A whistle was heard and the girls then organized into 4 groups base on their ages. One group for freshman, One Group for sophomore, one group for jurors and a group from seniors. Each group of dancers practice in routine.
"and 1, and 2 and 3 and 4 and 5 and 6 and 7 and 8". The girls moved to the sound of the dance coach.
Patrick watch in horror. He tried his best to avoid being noticed by the girls. He noticed the boys locker room from the corner of his eye. He took the opportunity to move in the direction of the door. In thanks to the girls focus on their practice, Patrick was able to walk across the gym almost unnoticed, till the dancer coach yelled "that's a wrap girls". At that sound Patrick scramble to the boys locker room door. Right before he was able to reach the door, a girl grab his arm. Patrick turned around to looked at the girl. She had blonde hair and a pink leotard.
"Hi cutey, my names is Dabbie." the girl said
"Dylan?" Patrick responded
"Dylan, who's Dylan. I'm Dabbie. Hey do you want to slow dance with me. You so cute." The girl said. Patrick wanted to sat no but Dabbie eyes were so deep and blue. He could not say no to the pretty girl in front of him. The two danced to imaginary slow music.
"You're a lot smaller then you were an hour ago. You're also much more pretty." Patrick said as he put his hand under skirt. He Place his hands on her butt. He became arousal as he danced with the girl.
"I've always been this height, but thank you. You know, I like cute boys but I love my friends. Well you be my best dancer friend?" Dabbie
"Um, sorry Dylan or Dabbie. I'm not into dancing, I just going to see my way out." Patrick said, as he tried to walk away from Dabbie but he was greeted by large group of girls in their ballet uniforms. They were blocking the doors to the boys locker room.
"Hey Patrick, we need one more dancer." One girl said, as she held a yellow leotard.
"Um no thanks, I'm not that person, and I can't fit into that.". Patrick said
"I think it's just your size. I think it's time you try it on." Patrick panic. He wanted to escape the girls, but because they all had smaller shapes, he felt he could over power his way to the locker room. So he grab the Yellow leotard and Ripped it in half.
"That is what I think about your ballet class." He said. The girls all laugh and giggle Patrick.
"You really think you can escape? hehe" One girl said. Patrick grew angry. He then tried to push way through the group of girls to the boys locker room. The girls pushed Patrick back. The force from the girl made Patrick fall to the ground. Before he was able to stand up the group of girls pushed to ground again. While he was on the ground, his view was block by hundreds of painted finger nails massaging his face and rest of his body. He could feel his body changing as each girl rub and touch his face.
His vision was blurred and he could hear the giggling of girls. He felt his hair grow. He felt his clothes becoming tighter. He felt his manhood shrink. He felt his breast grow.
"Help me. Please someone" He said as his voice became higher. Then suddenly the girls stop. They all walked away from Patrick. They then went back to practicing ballet, as if nothing had happen.
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Patrick just lead on ground. In shocked of what just happened. He held his fingers in fount of face. His nails were painted yellow. He then stood up, and looked down at his body. He was wearing a yellow leotard, with a white skirt and white dancer tights. He had B-Cup breast, and his hair was in a pony tale. He touch his lips with his fingers to find that he is wearing lip-gloss. He reach down to where his manhood once was to conform that his is indeed a she. It was gone. He had a few girly thoughts but his mind mostly felt normal. For some reason, he was not brainwash like the other boys when transformed. Maybe he could find a way to change back? Maybe he should give in and be a girl?