You panic for a little while. Having absolutely no idea what's going on, you run into a stall and lock the door. You rock back on forth on the toilet, wondering what you should do. You suppose you could go back to class and hope nobody would notice that your pants are shorter. That would make sense. Even if they did, it probably wouldn't turn into anything. But there was a slight risk. You could go home, but it would be tough explaining why you were home early, and why your pants are shorter. You decide to go back to class.
As you stand up, you feel a very, very small amount of fabric brush against your skin, and you look down to find a denim mini skirt. You panic again, but it quickly subsides and you realize that you can't do anything about it. You also notice that you have absolutely no hair on your legs and they are longer and slenderer.
Returning to class, your best friend, Thomas, turns to you, and you hold your breath as you wait to see if he will notice the skirt...