In his head, Ty starting setting in place his next change. It was quite simple really. He would change Jack into Jill Dawson, ie. he was going to change him into a girl. But not just any girl. If he wanted the Prom King title that much, it would only make Ty feel better by changing him into just an average Prom girl, not a Prom Queen, just another girl at the party. And what better place to start the preparations than in the middle of class? Of course, he didn't want Jack or anybody else going crazy when they saw the changes occuring, so he made it so that everyone except Jack wouldn't notice them at all. Jack himself would find the changes slightly annoying only up until the point when he really didn't feel right. He made up his mind and decided that there would now be no going back. He made the wish and settled in for the ride.
Jack Dawson was bored out of his mind. He wasn't even writing his essay, he was more concerned with other matters, like getting to football practice after class and seeing his girlfriend afterwards, with hopefully a little bit of extra fun involved. He shuffled in his seat a bit, and continued doodling on his notepad. He felt slightly uncomfortable for some reason which he couldn't entirely pinpoint. Although, if he had looked under the table, he would've noticed his sneakers changing shape, becoming smaller and arching up at the back, eventually changing into a fancy pair of silver high heels. His feet, having been previously huge, had shrunk down to fit them, becoming a much more effeminate women's size 7. His legs were beggining to change as well, becoming less tanned and muscley, and more smooth and shapely. his jeans, though now ill fitting for his legs began to fill up with something which felt quite smooth, Jack wasn't entirely sure what it was, but subconciously he kind of liked the sensation. He carried on doodling, not noticing that his hands and arms had slimmed quite significantly, looking quite dainty.
He shuffled again, as the smooth, pressing sensation in his jeans spread up to his pelvis, where his hips were already beggining to push out. Now he found himself beggining to feel uncomfortable with the pressure, and as a result, he stood up and excused himself hurridly from the room. Ty waited a few moments, then also excused himself, noticing that the rucksack Jack had left behind, now looked much more like a girl's handbag.