Miles found himself listening avidly to Mister Jackson's math lecture - something he never usually did - while assiduously taking notes. It was only at the end of the class that he noticed that he had been writing with his right hand - he was left-handed - and that the notes were not in his handwriting!
What's happening to me?, he thought. It's like I'm changing into to someone else!
The three friends stood up to leave class. Bill had English second period, so he took off. Miles and Wendy had a free study period, so they left the room together.
Miles turns to Wendy, and said:
"Wendy, do you notice anything different about me?"
Wendy looked at Miles appraisingly, and said, "Oh, yeah, I meant to say - that's a beautiful necklace you're wearing. Is it new?"
"Not exactly - it was my grandmother's."
"It's pretty", said Wendy. "Anyway, you gotta pee? I gotta pee. Come on, let's go."
Miles found himself being dragged down the hall, and straight into the girl's room! A girl who was washing her hands looked up when they came in, but didn't seem to be surprised to see Miles coming in. Wendy went into a stall, so Miles went into another one. He pulled down his black cargo pants, and somehow wasn't all that surprised to see that his boxer shorts had been replaced by a girl's panties. He was relieved to see that his "equipment" was still there. He sat down to pee. As he leaned back he felt something under his shirt brush against his chest. He lifted up his shirt. and saw that he was wearing a bra! His chest was still flat and masculine, but he was wearing a bra! What was happening to him? Was he losing his mind? Or was he under some kind of a curse? He lowered his shirt and finished up his business. When he pulled up his pants, he noticed that his black hiking boots had been replaced by a pair of black girls' loafers - "sensible shoes".
Wendy had finished up as well. Miles looked at himself in the mirror. Were his features maybe a little softer, more feminine? His skin was smooth, giving no sign of the fact that he hadn't shaved that morning. The red polo shirt that he had put on that morning looked different somehow. It had gotten lighter in color, almost pinkish, and the cut was different, too, more like a girl's shirt, in some way. His pants looked changed, too.
"Come on, hon", said Wendy. "Let' go to the library."
Good idea, thought Miles. Maybe, when we get there, I can...