Without realising what you are doing, you finish with your shower and wrapping one of the towels around your body, you dip your head forward and then wrap your long hair into another tower.
Walking through the changing area, realising that despite how much you have changed, that nobody is looking or commenting about. Stepping into the bathroom, standing before a mirror, you take in the reflection as it slowly dawns on you how weird it looks for you to wrap a towel around your body in such a fashion.
Adjusting the towel, noting that something about your waist and hips feels off, you peer back into mirror, noting that your shoulders look smaller, more rounded.
Shrugging, unsure as to what you can do, you head out of the bathroom, noting that most of the rest of the class is already leaving and pulling the towel from your head, you finish drying off your hair, which you notice is fuller and down past your shoulders.
Heading toward your locker, you open it and stop. Pulling out the strange underwear, taking in that they are a pair of boy-shorts panties - and never once questioning how you know such a thing - you take in the black nylon...which feels nice and silky...the low rise and the pretty floral embroidery on front. After a moment, you demand, "Who's been going through my locker?"
The few remaining classmates peer at you and shrug. Unsatisfied, you belt out, "Who has been going through my locker?"
Holding up the underwear, noting that nobody is asking why you have a pair of girl's panties, you repeat the question as the coach comes into the changing area.
Looking at your classmates and then you, he asks, "What seems to be the problem?"
Holding up the underwear, you tell him, "Somebody has been going through my stuff and replaced my underwear with these," as you glare at the remaining students, who aren't even paying attention to your ranting.
Sighing, the coach tells you, "Quit fooling around. I came in here while you all were changing earlier to make sure there was no horseplay and those are the underwear you were wearing," and turning, he exits the changing room, leaving you feeling very confused and wondering what was going on.
Minutes later, walking toward luck, hating that not only are you wearing girl's panties, but also how comfortable and natural they felt, you silently curse to yourself.
Stepping in line, you grab a tray and as you move forward you contemplate if what is happening is that you are slowly turning into a girl.
Chuckling, adjusting your bra-strap without giving it a second thought, you tell yourself, "That's silly. Stuff like that only happens in the movies," as you reach for a egg salad sandwich and a one percent chocolate milk.
Sitting down, you start to eat and brushing a hair from your face, you just barely realise that a girl has just sat down next to you.
So caught up in your thoughts, it doesn't even register when the girl strikes up and conversation and without giving it a second thought, you start to answer her back.
As you talk, your mind is however on other matters as you wonder about the panties you are wearing, the lose of height, the shifting in body mass and muscle, how thin and small your body is and how long your hair has suddenly become. Next to you, the girl is asking, "So what do you think of the new kid?"
Suddenly realising that you have been carrying on a conversation with a girl, your mind starts to race and you feel a surge of panic. Unsure, you turn to her and reply, "He's okay," and as after thought, "And kind of cute."
As the girl responds, you slowly finish your lunch and looking at her, you say, "Will you excuse me? I'll catch up with you next class," and standing, picking up your backpack, you deposit your tray, feeling like it is time to pay another visit to the restrooms before class.