Soon the jocks/women woke to the visage of Simon standing there.
Simon sat on the chair, fully clothed, and untied. He was able to cut the ropes with his pocket knife. "Wake up, all of you." All of the newly created teen girls sat erect.
One of the girls, formerly Luke spoke. "What da fuck just happened to us?" He said in a high female voice. He then looked down and began screaming and crying at the visage of his newly formed breasts.
"Shut up!" Simon barked at her. She stopped crying, and took on an emotionless face immediately. "Since all of you downed enough of the estrogen solution, you will remain women for the next three weeks, at which time the solution will have passed through your system, and your swollen pitutary gland will release testosterone back into your bodies, and you will be the faggots you once were."
"What my mum and the coach 'n shit. Won't they notice we're missing?" the former Johnathan asked. The only reason that Johnathan was able to talk was because Simon had not yet given an instruction.
"Yes they will. That is why you guys will tell them how you and your former faggot selves got involved in the foreign exchange program. You are all foreign exchange students from France. I believe I am correct."
"Oui" They all replied in unison, all with perfect French accents.
Simon pointed to each girl and assigned the female equivalent of their male name, e.g Joe became Joséphine. "Now. I want all of you to play hooky, and go to the mall and buy preppy female clothing. Oh, and act as you normally would in public as a French female exchange student. Be sure to report to my house at 4:00" They all left the locker room, laughing and giggling in French, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Of course, they couldn't control themselves. Simon then left, and accompanied Jenny (his girlfriend) to the chem lab.
"59...4 O'clock!" The doorbell rang the instant the clock struck four. Simon answered and escorted all of the girls up to his room. Luckily, his parents were both working."Luka! Start working on my homework. Be sure to not make mistakes, and write in my handwriting." She did so without hesitation. Although Simon loved school dearly, He thought his time at home was better spent researching with the miniature chem lab he had set up in his bathroom.
What else could Simon make the girls do, to make up for the constant taunts and abuse dished out by their male counterpart...