You wrench your eyes away from your new female legs as you hear footsteps approaching. Panicked you hobble into a stall as best you can on your new footwear and lock it behind you, siting on the toilet and propping your feet against the door so that nobody sees them.
You hear the door open and see a pair of shoes make their way to the urinal. But almost exactly when you hear the kid unzip his fly you feel a strange fluttering around your hips and groin.
Wide eyed you look down and see that the pink nail polish has seeped over the remnants of your pants and that you now have a very tight and absurdly small black lather mini skirt wrapped around you.
A sharp pain suddenly strikes in your groin as you feel your penis constricted. Plunging a hand under your skirt and fearing the worst your hand brushes the silk of what you can only be a tight thong. You run a finger along the still present bulge of your penis and try not to sigh in relief so not to let the guy know you're in the stall.
You hear footsteps going near the sink and then the sounds of the guy washing his hands, then the door shuts and the
footsteps die off down the hall. This time you really do breathe a sigh of relief.
You need to get out of the school while everyone's still in class, there's no way you'd be able to stay hidden when
the entire student body is rushing for lunch.
You peek out the door and make sure no ones in the halls and then hurry to your locker as quietly as possible. Once you
get there you wrench it open, thanking whoever' watching over you that you've been keeping your trenchcoat at school.
You swing the coat over your shoulders and do up the buttons, the coat was always big on you so the hemline
drags on the ground and covers your embarrassing footwear.
Now you just look like your normal self wearing a trenchcoat, nope, nothing wrong here. You smile contentedly as you begin walking towards the front doors.