"I gotta get to class," you mumble, and walk off, chuckling at Amelia's about- face.
Fortunately, nothing unusual happens in your history class. At least, nothing supernatural. You do notice, out of the corner of your eye, some of the girls glancing over at you on occasion while the teacher is lecturing. Your first thought is that your fly is open; your second thought is that you have something on your face; it's not until your third thought that you figure out that they're probably looking at you because you're an attractive guy.
You kind of want to stay and talk to some of the girls who were checking you out, but you have to hurry because your P.E. class next period is at the other end of the school.
More girls turn their heads to look at you in the hall, but you pay little attention. At last, you make it to the boys' locker room; you dial in the combination to your locker, grab your P.E. outfit -- you notice it seems larger to account for your new body -- and sit on the nearby bench to take off your street shoes and put on your white sneakers. You actively ignore the other guys changing in your vicinity.
But then you hear a familiar female voice behind you. "Looks like you still need help."
"Huh?" You turn around on the bench, noticing that everything else has stopped, and come face to face with the sex fairy, who's hovering at your current eye level.
"I'm surprised you didn't want to test out your new body right away," she says. "That girl you ran into -- any of those girls who were looking at you in class -- you could have had any one of them."
"Maybe after school," you say. "I don't want to miss class."
"Oh, for heaven's sake," says the fairy. "Well, I guess you've only had that body for an hour, so you haven't really learned what you can get away with yet. I can help you out, though." She points her wand downward and waves it. A shower of sparkles falls on the bench next to you, and a stack of Post-It note-sized pieces of paper appears.
You pick up the papers. It looks just like the slip of paper your school office gives you to excuse your absence from a class when you've had a doctor's appointment or something, but at the top it reads "EXCUSED ABSENCE FOR SEXUAL INTERCOURSE." Below that is "Please excuse (a line with your name preprinted on it), who was with (a blank line)," then another blank line for the date and time, and the preprinted signature of your principal. You flip through the stack, and they're all the same.
You look up at the fairy. "How can this work?" you ask. "Reality must have to change an awful lot --"
She interrupts. "What, no thank you? Look, I don't know how it works. It just does. And I can change reality a lot more than that. For instance, what if this school only had one locker room?"
The fairy waves her wand above her head. There's a bright flash. When your vision clears, you see that the locker room looks bigger and brighter -- but more importantly, it's decidedly co-ed, with both males and females standing still in various states of undress. The immediate area of your locker definitely has a preponderance of girls. You find yourself looking straight at Jennifer Chu, who's got her arms above her head, a sports bra paused in its downward trip. This means that you're looking directly at her breasts. On her petite body, they're little more than "bug bites"; they're not even as big as your new pecs. But, still, they're female breasts, complete with perfectly round areolae and nicely shaped nipples, a very attractive shade of chestnut brown...
"I do love high school girls," says the fairy. You'd almost forgotten about her. "There's just one problem with the ones of Asian descent." She waves her wand, and a shower of sparks hits Jennifer squarely in the chest. Her breasts immediately start to swell, almost looking like balloons being filled with air. After a few seconds, they stop growing, but they look like they're about the size of bowling balls, hanging nearly down to her navel on her petite body.
"Much better." The fairy smiles.
"You're just going to leave her like that?" To you, she now looks more like a porn star than a high school student.
"Oh, sorry, you want a little extra?" asks the fairy. She aims her wand again, and silver rings appear through Jennifer's now-larger nipples, tiny heart-shaped charms dangling from each one.
You gulp. "Oh, my God." Now she looks even more like a porn star.
"Look, I gave her supernaturally strong back and chest muscles, so they won't be a physical burden to her," explains the fairy. "And because of the reality change, all the clothes she owns still fits her. She's going to have a normal life, just a different kind of normal than she would have had otherwise. I promise."
The fairy suddenly zooms over your head. You turn around. She's now standing in your locker. "You really need to loosen up," she says. "Hmm, the obvious thing to do would be to wait till the end of class and have the coach send you all to the showers early...."