CYOC was ready for some new changes in Springvalley.
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James Trueman was the only student in detention. He was a stoner and a major jerk at the age of 19. He had long, shoulder length
blond hair and was clean shaven. He was in Grade 12, for the second time. James was in detention for being full of attitude in math
class.
The staff supervisor, a math teacher. was hungry, so he left James unattended to go downstairs to the staff room and get some lunch.
"Fuckin' sweet." said James after the supervisor left, putting his feet up on the desk in front of him and putting his earbuds in, turning on
his music.
James looked at the board, seeing a couple of unsolved math equations. As he looked at them, his brain started to hurt. James
dismissed it, thinking he just needed a joint or something. James got up and stood by the board, looking at the equations.
James scratched his scalp, trying to make sense of the things on the board. They felt strangely famaliar to him. Unknown to him, as he
scratched his scalp, his hair began to shorten in length, until it was three quarters inch in length. His hairline also started to recede a bit.
James' jeans started to feel strange on him, but James didn't care, he was too focused on the board. The denim was starting to shift to
a polyester blend, and the color was turning blacker. James' socks started to change as well, the cotton becoming a more expensive
fabric. James' shoes started to change shape, becoming fancy, formal leather shoes.
James grabbed the whiteboard marker and started to write things down for the first problem. He was starting to remember the methods,
though they were fuzzy. He got stuck midway through the problem, and put his hand on his chin to think. He started stroking it with his
thumb and index finger, and as he did, black stubble started to grow all on his face, where stubble usually grows. As it grew out, forming
a decent beard, the hairs on James' head turned the same black color as his beard.
James resumed solving the problem, not noticing his music die down and stop. The earbuds started crawling out of his ears, and they
wrapped around his neck. The thin material covering the wire started to thicken and become polyester, as did the far end. James
subconciously grabbed the MP3 player as it began to fall from the far end thickening. The earbuds were starting to give off the
appearance of a tie.
James was almost finished the first equation. He just needed to calculate some numbers. He looked at what he was holding, his MP3
Player, as it started to grow in size, with familiar numbers and commands appearing on it. He recognized the new buttons appearing,
log, sin, drg, all of them. James inputted his numbers in the calculator, and solved the first question.
James' t-shirt was the last article of clothing that had to be changed. The sleeves stretched out to his wrists. A collar formed around
where the tie was, and buttons started forming down the center of the shirt. The logo in the front of the white t-shirt simply disappeared,
as blue vertical stripes appeared going down the shirt. James was now wearing a dress shirt.
James moved on to the second equation, as he felt a sudden pain. He clutched his head and bent over a bit. He was growing. Not too
much, but he was certainly growing. He grew a little taller, and gained some muscle and fat. His skin lost that youthful sheen, and his
hair started greying, ever so slightly.
Mr. Trueman regained his posture, and started to solve the math equations on the whiteboard. Being a math teacher was a lot of fun,
he got to do what he loved for a living, and he loved it.
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Melissa Mann was not a popular girl. She was super smart, and not bad looking with her hair down to her back and her natural figure,
even if she was a bit short. But she wasn't very social. She got annoyed easily, and didn't like most people.
She was sitting in the library. She had a major project due the next day in AP Biology that she had to put the finishing touches on. The
TV in the corner was distracting her though, there was a football game on and some annoying jocks were watching it and being loud.
The librarian was known for being "chill", so she allowed it.
Melissa sighed, getting back to her paper. "The plant cells choloroplasts are..." she started, before being interrupted by cheers of
"TOUCHDOWN!" by the TV. Melissa sighed and looked over, watching the replay. She observed the play, and saw that it was done
rather well.
Melissa scratched her chest, not noticing that her cleavage was hard and firm instead of round and sensitive. She scratched slightly
lower, down her six-pack abs with a treasure trail.
Melissa turned back to her work, removing her ponytail from her shoulder length hair before resuming. She looked at her paper, and
saw that everything was blurry. She reached for her head and took off her glasses, and she could see fine. She set her glasses on the
desk, and started to resume her paper. "Cloroplasts are...."
Crap. Melissa couldn't remember. She knew that she knew this, but it seemed so far away. She looked back at the TV. Maybe she'd
been working too hard and needed a break. She scratched her buzzcut hair, and rubbed her neck, feeling her prominent Adam's Apple.
Melissa was intrigued by the football game. The teams were hard at play. This was much more interesting than dumb old Biology. What
good was that science shit for, anyway? Melissa shook her head. Despite hating Bio, she knew it had to be done.
The paper was messy, and full of spelling and grammar mistakes. Michael didn't care, as long as he could read his writing. He'd run it
through Microsoft Word or something later. Michael was glad he didn't take AP Biology, he'd never be able to keep up.
Michael scratched his chest again. The t-shirt he was wearing started to shift, changing to a jersey. The yellow color changed to blue, as
the school's logo appeared on the front, 72 and MANN appearing on the back. The size also increased to an extra large.
Michael felt a sudden itching in his groin, followed by an urge to go to the bathroom. He got up, leaving his shit in the library, and went
to the Men's Room. He sat on the toilet, pulled down his pants and boxers, and grabbed his thick, long dick, taking a piss.
Michael slid his boxers and his pants back up, not noticing them change as he did. They changed into a material suitable for a football
game. They too, grew to an extra large size. His shoes also changed, becoming football cleats, and growing to a size 15. Michael then
felt a strange feeling throughout his body as he gained muscle mass, growing into his extra large clothes.
Michael swaggered back to the library to meet his friends. He grabbed his crap from the desk and put on his sunglasses, and walked
over to his friends to watch the game. "Sup fuckers." he said as he approached them.
"Well if it ain't the Mann. Nice of you to join us, bro!" exclaimed one of his friends.
"Dude, don't you got that paper to do for Bio Minor?" asked another.
"Fuck, man", replied Michael, "I don't have to do that shit. I'm passing, that's at that matters, besides, the teacher will take it late
anyway."
Michael grinned. He loved his bros, amd he was glad the teachers would put up with his crap. School wasn't important anyway, football
was the Mann's life.
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CYOC was happy at his transformations working, but he felt the need for more.