You feel like maybe if you act as if everything is normal, everything will somehow become normal, so you say, "No, no, I'm fine." You take a deep breath and stand up.
Ms. Adams frowns. You give her a big smile. Finally, she says, "All right, but if you feel weird again, come on over to the bench immediately." She claps her hands and yells, "Come on, let's go!"
It doesn't take you long to get used to your female body. It helps that you're about the same height you were as a boy, which is no doubt a partial explanation for your apparent basketball success. But that can't be all there is. You find that you're not getting tired running up and down the court, you're stopping and changing direction on a dime, you're practically able to sink baskets at will. Granted, this is just practice, but you're feeling an incredible sense of confidence that you never had on the boys' team. You feel almost...unstoppable.
And it seems that the other girls are trying their hardest to play up to your level. No wonder the team is undefeated, if they're even half as good in actual games as they are in practice.
Finally, Ms. Adams calls a halt to the practice, and you follow the other girls into the locker room. The girls' locker room.
The good news is that everyone's name is written on a piece of tape stuck to their locker door, although it takes you a minute to realize that you should be looking for "S. Fox," and not your old name. Another piece of good news is that your locker combination hasn't changed, so you get in immediately.
What's inside, though, is a pile of very female clothes -- a lacy black bra and panties, a V-neck T-shirt with short sleeves, a denim skirt, and a pair of sandals with straps that tie around your ankle.
You don't realize how long you've been contemplating the clothing until you hear a voice from behind you. "Are you okay? Are you having another episode?"
You turn and see the redheaded Kim O'Rourke looking a bit concerned. She also looks a bit naked -- okay, she's got a towel around her waist, but her medium-sized freckled breasts with their pink, puffy nipples are right there -- and you don't feel aroused at all.
"Uh, I'm fine," you say, and start stripping off your gym clothes. Four items, not three -- T-shirt, shorts, gray cotton panties, and a matching sports bra.
It's a male fantasy come true, showering in a locker room with 12 high school girls, but you're paying more attention to yourself. You've got a tall, athletic frame, with relatively small breasts that shouldn't get in the way of any sporting activities in which you participate. The lower part of your body is nice, with long, shapely legs, a decent amount of curves forming your hips and ass, and a flat stomach with a narrow waist.
Finally, you finish examining your body, and you dry off and get dressed. Some of the other girls are using hair dryers, but your hair is short -- it feels like it's in a bob -- so you don't bother paying any attention to it.
It's not until after you're dressed -- you adjust your panties several times, and they still don't feel quite right -- that you notice the purse that's in your locker. You pick it up and start looking through it. Gum, a hairbrush, makeup, a cylindrical object sealed in opaque plastic, car keys, a wallet...
You sit down on a bench and look through the wallet. The driver's license proclaims you to be Stacey Anne Fox, same birthdate, but a different address. You've got a couple of credit cards and a bank card, neither of which you had as a male, and a surprising amount of cash -- at least a couple hundred dollars. You go back to the driver's license and stare at the picture. It's hard to tell with the DMV camera, but you look like you have a fairly pretty face.
You look up, intending to look for a mirror, but you realize you're alone in the locker room. You get a bit scared about being in the school by yourself, and quickly drop the wallet back into the purse, grab it, and go.
Most of the lights in the gym are off, and you walk quickly through the spooky darkness, heading for the exit. Just as you're about to reach the door, someone steps out of the shadows and says, "Stacey!" You scream.