As Zack made his way to his first class of the day, P.E., he thought to himself about what he could do interesting. He remembered what his mom had told him, that wishes would be noticed, unless he wished for them not to be. He'd been thinking on the bus about his own peculiar tastes. Already he'd spent two years cruising through the strange and bizarre websites on the internet and he knew he was definitely bisexual, and had some other, strange, tastes as well.
But first, he wanted to test out his mom's statement and he thought /I wish I was a girl, and that everyone would remember me being a girl/. He had an image in his mind, fairly tall for her age, but otherwise, not too noticeable. He didn't want to be the center of attention, at least...not yet. But the wish didn't happen, at least not immediately. He sighed and started towards the locker room. Halfway there though, he felt his body begin to feel hot and he glanced down, his green hair, suddenly longer, falling down over his face. He watched in amazement as his jeans tightened around his suddenly curvier waist, his underwear turning from boxers to a pair of plain white panties as his chest swelled out into small B-cups, not anything impressive. He ran his hands slowly over his hips and up to cup his new breasts and grinned, turning and walking towards the girls locker room, ready to go where no man had gone before.
The door swung open into a small hallway, and Zack quickly turned the corner, finding herself in a scene straight out of teen boy heaven, numerous girls changing into their workout clothes and chatting away. One of them waved, and Zack recognized his friend, Mirri, who grinned and said, "Happy Birthday Zaharina!" Zack...Zaharina, smiled and made her way over. Apparently her Slavic ancestry had even affected her new name. "Morning Mirri! And thanks." The other girl laughed. Mirri was pretty, one of the school's rising stars, a beautiful busty blond cheerleader who still managed to be humble. She and Zaharina had been friends since kindergarten. They chatted as Zaharina clumsily undressed for the first time, the sight of her own strange body arousing her, and she just barely restrained herself from peeking down her own panties before she pulled on the shorts and school t-shirt she was required to wear. She glanced in the mirror in the locker as everyone else started to file out, and stared at the pretty, pale, and skinny girl with vibrant green hair (including eyebrows and from her undressing, armpits) staring back at her. Zaharina smiled, and turned, following Mirri out into the Gym with another idea already entering into her mind.