"Hello, are you in there?" you hear a girls voice, and notice that the person on the other side was wearing yellow, and red knee-high sock, and all white sneakers. You decide to respond, just when you see her. "Yes," You say, making very high voice, but suddenly you feel your face changing, as your eyebrows become thinner, and your nose becomes small.
You unlock the bathroom stall, just as the person behind it opens it, and reveals that it was a girl with her orange hair in a ponytail, and D-Cup breasts wearing a white t-shirt, and red shorts. It was the sports uniform for the girls at your school. "I saw you running from that black haired boy that was near you," she explains. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine," You say, once again in your high voice. "My name is Grace," she says. "The other girls, and I are heading to the gym for cheerleader tryouts. You should come to."
"Thanks, but no thanks," You explain in your high voice. "I'm not much of a cheerer." "Nonsense, with a smooth face like yours, I'm sure you can make a great cheerleader," Grace comments. You look in the mirror, and find that your face has become massively feminine. 'The changes are spreading throughout my entire body,' You then begin to think. 'No, it can't be the jockstrap. It's probably an unknown illness, or probably puberty changing me. "Come on, we need to head to the gym, and get you changed," Grace says grabbing you by your arm, and that causes you to scream very high pitched, as the adam-apples in your neck begin to decrease.