When there was a loud pounding noise from someone banging his hand against the stall door. Trying to hide the panic in his voice Keith shouted a quick, "Occupied!"
A voice on the other side just responded, "No shit! I just wanted your attention. You found my little present, huh?" Keith saw a pair of shoes under the stall door, they turned around and the door creaked slightly, whoever it was was now leaning against the door.
"Your present? What are you talking about?" Keith tried tugging some more on the briefs, muttering to himself.
"Don't bother, they won't come off until they're done." There was a faint click noise followed shortly by the smell of burning tobacco, Keith could almost place the voice, it had to be one of his classmates, he just didn't know which. He scratched his stomach, the trail of hair getting thicker, and it felt like his stomach was harder, as if some of the baby fat had melted off of it.
"Who.. what?" Keith couldn't help but stammer, the panic returning to his voice.
"It's Jake." Jake, that explained a few things. He was the odd guy at school. If something odd bizarre or just down right strange happened, Jake was usually at the root of it. He had no 'real' friends, but he was one of those guys who could move through the different cliques with no real problem. Everyone just kind of liked him, or at least tolerated him. "And those, are a little gift. I got sick of seeing those douche bags in gym torment you. So I gave you those, they'll get your body where it's supposed to be. There's just one little thing.."
"What?" Keith pulled his shirt back down, but about an inch of skin showed between the shorts and the shirt. The shorts were also a good deal above his knee by now.
Suddenly Keith wasn't looking at the door anymore, he was looking at Jake, who was leaning against the door, cigarette hanging from his mouth. It wasn't a poof of smoke, or fading in, he was just there. Keith looked over his supposed 'savior', and could tell why the girls all kind of like him. Dark black hair that spilled a bit into his bright blue eyes. He had one of those boy-next-door sort of faces, but always looked a few days unshaven. He wasn't overly tall, just about six feet, and even under his clothes one could tell he at least had some good lean muscle on him. His movements always reminded Keith of a panther. Keith blushed for a moment to think of that, more than a few guys liked Jake too. "You, Keith, are going to help me out. I realized, I graduate in three months, we graduate, and there are some guys in this school that still need to be taught some lessons. So in exchange for a new body, I want you to be my teaching assistant." His smile was charming, but a little bit creepy at the same time.
"What.. how?" Keith tried to back away, but two guys in a stall, one of average size and one getting bigger by the moment didn't leave much room.
"I'm a warlock, you have some potential, nothing like mine, but enough that you can help me out. But for now, I'll let your change finish. I'll come visit you tonight, if you decide to help me out, good, if not, I'll change you back, and wipe your memory of course." And just as soon as the words were out of his mouth, Jake vanished, only the lingering cigarette smoke even hinting that he was ever there.
Keith leaned against the stall wall, running his hands through his hair, at the movement of his arms a slight ripping noise came from his sleeve. He looked down at the bicep that had torn the fabric, it wasn't huge, but it was enough to tear his small shirt. With a curse Keith ripped off the shirt, which was beginning to strain against his torso and took stock of his changes. Gone was his small body, muscle definition toned his torso, a faint six pack visible beneath a pair of defined pecs. The faint hair was now a noticable treasure trail that disappeared beneath the waistband of the briefs. The hair went up to the middle of his chest where it fanned out just a bit, making a light dusting. His legs were just as well defined, and hairy. He grabbed at the pouch of the briefs and felt a weight there that wasn't there before, he pulled at the waistband, trying to get a look at what must be his new equipment, but they just wouldn't stretch open. With a sigh he gave up. Trying to get redressed turned out to be a problem, the shorts were ridiculously small, and the shirt just wouldn't fit.
He checked his cell, the next class had already started, and these bathrooms were close to the entrance, with luck he could make a dash for it and walk home. He exited the stall, catching himself in the mirror. His face was so much different. He could tell it was still his, it was just mature. Squared jaw and harder features replaced his once baby face, a slight stubble graced his cheeks and jaw. He shook his head, unbelieving and moved to the bathroom door. Cracking it open ever so slightly he looked out in the hall, "Looks clear.." And he made a break for the school's exit.