As Jennifer walked in the boys locker room, she was surprised to find that the smells that
she usually would gag from, did not bother her. Looking around, she wondered what she
should do now. It was at this moment that she first heard the ripping sound and started to
feel less uncomfortable in her nether regions.
Realizing that her new dick had just torn through her panties, she ran over to the lockers
and threw them open looking for clothes. She looked in the first one and found some
clothes that looked like they had not seen a washing in weeks. About to pick them up, she
stopped herself disgusted by herself and moved on to the next locker. Going through five
more lockers and finding nothing more available, Jennifer was about to give up and go
back for the unwashed clothes, but when she opened to seventh she hit gold. In the locker,
Jennifer found some boxers, a pair of jeans, and a black t-shirt.
Getting out of her cheerleaders uniform, Jennifer realized that she didn’t have breasts
anymore. Instead two large slabs of meaty pectorals now extended from her font and had
hair lightly growing on them. Looking down passed her penis, Jennifer now saw that her
legs that this morning had been shapely and smooth, were thick with muscle and covered
in a layer of hair. Her arms which this morning had been slender, were now thick with
muscle that she could easily flex into large mounds of meat. Looking in her armpits, she
saw where once had been smooth skin was now tuffs of armpit hair. There was even hair
growing around her dick and up her front making a treasure trail between her hardening
abdominal muscles.
Slipping on the boxers, Jennifer found the sensation of having her new dick hanging
loosely in the cotton arousing. Trying not to think of that, Jennifer pulled on the jeans and
t-shirt. Grabbing a pair of flip-flops that someone had left on the floor by the lockers,
Jennifer turned to head out.
She was brought up short when she spotted her image in the mirror. The image that
Jennifer Smith had woken up to this morning was no where to be found in the mirror.
Instead, a young man who looked to be in very good shape was reflected in the mirror. He
looked like any of the other guys that went to their school, and he even looked like he
might need a shave. His shoulders were broad, but not as broad as some of the guys on
the football team. Jennifer could tell that her body had grown at least a foot from her petit
five and a half feet to at least six and a half. The guy in the mirror was well muscled, but
could easily gain more.