After taking a moment to admire the muscular behemoth before him, Jordan carefully thought for a moment on what to say. “By the time I turned ten-years-old,” he started. “My body began to develop toward being feminine to the point of androgyny.”
Jordan felt his whole body move as he sat in his seat. His face felt as if a pair of invisible hands were massaging his features into a new shape while his dark brown hair slowly curled outward from his scalp until it tickled his shoulders. Looking down he found his arms deflate to become slender, the hair on his forearms receding, leaving smooth skin behind. His clothes morphed to accommodate his body but remained the same t-shirt and khaki shorts.
“I also developed breasts,” he continued, noticing his voice is now higher than before. “Large ones.” Jordan’s shirt moved as his chest pushed outward with each breath. His developing breasts grew bigger and rounder at a steady pace until they took on a teardrop shape. His nipples poked through his shirt as they grew larger. Jordan’s breasts reached a size comparable to cantaloupes before stopping.
Mr. Lance, who did not react to anything Jordan had said, called out, “Erica, could you guess what Jordan was like at age ten?”
“He turned into a hot chick with big boobs,” said the blonde girl with glasses.
“Yeah he did,” said Toby, whose arousal toward Jordan had become more apparent.
“It’s true that I developed this way,” said Jordan, taking the leering in stride. “What’s more is that my doctor said that my breasts will continue to grow well past puberty, which is why I don’t ever wear bras.” The shifting beneath Jordan’s shirt quickly returned as he felt his breasts grow once more at a slower rate before stopping short of small watermelons. His shirt tented out from his torso and he could feel the air caress the undersides of his breasts.