Chad was standing there in the dress like sweatshirt with nothing underneath. He could hear voices approaching. The locker opened. He stared. All his stuff was gone. Only a cheerleader uniform, pom poms, shoes with tiny poms, and a wig were inside. He sighed. He couldn't wear this tent, and at least the uniform was the right size, and the wig would hide his face. Chad slid out of the collar of his old sweat shirt, he was so fucking slender and tiny. At least he still had a cock and balls, but barely any pubes. He hurriedly dressed, and was thrilled to discover his wallet in one shoe, and his keys in the other.
The voices drew closer. Chad bolted out the fire door setting off the alarm. When Clyde rounded the bank of lockers with the other players to see who had set off the fire alarm, only Clyde grinned at the empty locker and the oversize sweats in a heap in front of it. Chad was now properly dressed. Clyde would come a courting tonight, he adjusted the bulge in his football shorts.
"Dude?" said Rick pointedly.
"Got a hot date tonight," Clyde said with a smirk, "She's a regular 3 alarm fire, you know she's a cheerleader."
"I thought you already slept with all the cheerleaders?" Rick said. Something about Clyde seemed all wrong to Rick. He knew Clyde was the all-star quarterback, but it felt like a lie. It nagged at Rick.
Meanwhile, Chad kept adjusting his panties. He was still definitely male, and he would have taken the tight panties off if the skirt wasn't so damn short. He had to adjust his car seat, and mirrors before he could get going, as it was, his foot barely reached the pedals. He looked in the mirror. His face was still his face, but maybe softer looking. Damn, what had Clyde done to him. He drove home, maybe his parents would know what to do.