Practice did not go well. Jennifer had a hard time following their usual routines, as though her body wasn’t as strong, or wasn’t used to the moves. Several times
she nearly kicked or fell into the girls on either side, and when they snapped at her, she felt an odd rush of mortification, nearly bringing her to tears. These other
girls suddenly seemed so much bigger, and stronger, and more mature, that Jennifer felt increasingly out of place. Finally, she asked to be excused, saying she
didn’t feel well. Their coach agreed, and Jennifer scurried to the locker room, desperate for some reason to change before the other girls arrived.
Several of the girls whispered to each other as they watched her leave, commenting on how skinny her legs looked beneath her skirt, and openly wondering why
her shirt seemed so baggy.
She barely had time. As she stripped off her too large clothes, she heard voices in the hall, and frantically began pulling on her school clothes. As two of the other
girls walked in, she struggled into her clean shirt, deciding to leave her skirt and shoes on to save time. She looked up to find them both staring at her with obvious
surprise.
“What’s the matter?” she demanded.
“Nothing,” one answered, exchanging a glance with her classmate. Who knew that the incredibly popular and supposedly sexy Jennifer had such an
underdeveloped body? She must normally wear a special bra and lots of padding, because at the moment, she seemed flat as a board and even…smaller? She
looked positively ridiculous in her clothes, like a little girl wearing her older sister’s clothing, the supposedly mini skirt hanging to mid thigh and even threatening to
slide down her hips. Her legs looked thin, without the swell of the upper thighs and hips that defined a woman.