You come up with ways you could feign being sick, but you doubt the nurse would buy any of your excuses. You think maybe you could sneak off campus during lunch, but you have one more period to go before then.
Taking your usual seat in English, you try to calm down and ride out the class, trying not to worry about changing further. The desk seems slightly bigger to you, reminding you of how small you've really gotten. You notice some of the students eying you skeptically as they enter and sit down. Sure, people are noticing you now that you're wearing the wrong clothes, but don't bat an eye when a boy they see every day has suddenly shrank and grown two feet of hair in two hours.
The lesson is an easy one. You like this class, which is great to help you focus your mind on something else besides your changing body. You read along in the Shakespeare play the class has been following for the last two weeks. Aside from having to brush your bangs out of your eyes every so often, you're able to immerse yourself in the story.
After some time, though, you become aware of a tugging on your hair. You turn around to see who's pulling it, but being in the last row, all you see are the bookshelves along the back wall. Nobody's there.
You try to keep your cool. Whatever's changing about you is sure to go unnoticed. No sense disrupting the class and bringing more attention on yourself. As you keep reading, you continue to feel your hair shifting around behind you. Eventually, it stops, and you feel nothing strange anymore. Well that was a relief...but what happened to your hair?
You casually reach behind your head to scratch a fake itch, and your fingers touch a thick ropey braid that somehow wrapped itself together. You find the end of the braid hanging at your butt, and bring it around to the front to look at it. It isn't a major change, but seeing your long hair done up this way, and tied at the end by a small blue bow, makes you feel even girlier.
The teacher calls your name in a pleasantly patient tone. You snap to attention. "If you're done admiring your hair, would you be so kind as to read the next page?"
You blush bright red as the other kids chuckle softly. Some of them aren't chuckling, but giving you uncertain looks. You feel very exposed, but try to push through your self-consciousness and pick up reading the play to the class.