The Phys Ed teacher, Miss Reynolds, walked along the side of the pool in her shirt-sleeved wetsuit, taking register and glaring at the teenage boys whistling as she walked past. She was young for a teacher, in her twenties, and she was by far one of the most attractive faculty members, but also one of the most modest. As Jennifer surfaced from the pool, she spluttered loudly as Amy and Jack laughed at her. Miss Reynolds walked over to the side of the pool, sighed, and held out her hand for Jen, who wiped her mouth with her hand before being lifted out. Miss Reynolds shivered from a small shock, and gave Amy an accusing stare before looking back at Jen and saying, “You okay?” She nodded, and Miss Reynolds continued along the rest of the class, coughing.
After finishing the register, she shouted for the class of twenty to sit on the side of the pool while she went over the lesson, her voice cracking more and more frequently as she did. About five voice cracks in, her voice suddenly dropped a couple of octaves, but she didn’t seem to notice. A few minutes later, while demonstrating breaststroke to the class, her breasts almost seemed to deflate, leaving the chest of her wetsuit baggy. However, they seemed to also stay reasonably sized, round, and firm, with the wetsuit somehow fitting them perfectly again.
Jen’s eyes went wide as she suddenly realised what was happening, although looking along the pool at her classmates the only response she saw was bemusement at best. Did anyone else even notice? Looking back at Miss Reynolds, she had suddenly given up on her lesson and was now aggressively rubbing her groin as a bulge started to grow in her wetsuit. The rub turned into more of a stroke as the bulge’s shape become more rod-shaped and thick, and two smaller round bulges appeared below it, awkwardly crammed into the tight garment. The rest of her body was being reshaped as well, firstly her arms pumping themselves with muscle through now-visible veins, her thick new biceps straining the sleeves of the wetsuit. She groaned as her legs swelled up, and awkwardly grasped at her ass as it became a perfect bubble butt. Her face completely shifted, she scratched her defined chin as a beard grew in. Her hair retracted back in, leaving her with short, tousled look. The structure of her face completely shifted, clearly becoming masculine, and above all handsome.
Now what could only be called Mr Reynolds, he managed to build up the willpower to wrench his meaty fingers off of his shaft, and look back towards the class of oblivious teenagers, all just chatting among themselves. The fine specimen of a man sighs, gasping a little bit when his baggy and poorly-fit wetsuit squeezes back around him comfortably, fitting him like a glove. “Alright class, today we’re going to learning breaststroke,” he yells. “Let me demonstrate how you do it, and you can have a try afterwards,” he says, before diving into the pool elegantly and swimming length after length.