"I want to go see what's happening at Yvonne's high school." Greta said. Jean made the wish.
Fortunately, Yvonne's school bus had a woman driver so it was roughly on schedule. Yvonne scanned the ranks of changed and unchanged girls, noticing that the changed were fearful, hunched down in their seats and avoiding eye contact. The unchanged were boisterous and loud, and some of them were bullying the changed girls. Yvonne sat down next to an obviously changed girl dressed in a pink pinafore, with lavender scrunchies in her hair. The girl looked at Yvonne fearfully, while Yvonne found the girl's large breasts and doey, innocent eyes were awakening unfamiliar lusts.
"Please don't hurt me" the girl whispered. "I promise I'll be good."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Sally now. I used to be, I used to be. . .Please don't make fun of me."
Yvonne smiled. She loved the supplicating look the new girl was giving her, and felt strong and protective. "I won't make fun of you." she said.
"I used to be coach Kristofski."
Yvonne's jaw dropped open. Coach Kristofski, the varsity football coach, was a legendary macho man, an ex-marine, hunter, gun collector and strict disciplinarian. Sally was exquisitely, almost parodically feminine. Yvonne put her arm around the sweet girl the macho man had become, and Sally snuggled into the comfort of her new friend's body.
"Come to my classes with me today." Yvonne told her new, submissive acquaintance. "I'll look out for you."
"OK" Sally said happily, with a warm, loving feeling to Yvonne. Sally suddenly felt less fearful to the world, with Yvonne as her protector.