You, the last person to show up for class, step into the gym but suddenly stop. There are way too many people in here for it to be a normal PE class. It looks like half of the high school is crowded in the corners of the gym and along the walls. The usual shouts echo off the walls. There's a quiet din and confusion among the students. You shake your head as you notice that everybody is male... none of the girls are here, except for one.
A strange girl with white makeup and black hair stands in the middle of the gym brandishing a microphone. Strange chanting sounds from the loudspeakers. One of her arms is raised and she is spinning around, gesturing to all of the guys. Your borrowed clothes feel itchy. You scratch your leg; these shorts are shorter than your usual.
You pay the girl little mind. After looking around, you find your friends Cory and Dylan. Cory is doubled over on the ground. Dylan's starting to look panicked. Running over to them, you shout, "Hey, what's going on, some kind of assembly? What's wrong with him?" You gesture to Cory.
Dylan answers. "I don't know what's going on. A lot of the guys are starting to freak out." Sweat has started forming on Dylan's thin face. "That weird girl in the center has been mumbling for a few minutes now. Where have you been?"
"I had to borrow some clothes, mine were gone." you explain.
"That's what happened to us..." Cory gasped. His shirt is looking really tight. You can easily see his muscles beneath it. Dylan is turning pale, leaning against the wall of the gym. After a few more minutes, you aren't feeling so great yourself.
The girl in the center stops chanting.
***
"You are probably wondering why I have arranged for this to happen!" She spoke. The strange girl whom nobody knew looked out over the groups, and saw that most of them were in a state of distress. Many boys were sweaty, most were pale, and some of them were pulling at their shirts or socks, which seemed to be getting tighter.
"I'm tired of going unnoticed by all of the boys in this school! So I'm going to turn you all into GIRLS! Welcome to your first dance class! I am going to turn all of you boys into pretty ballerinas! Now, CHANGE!"
With that, the lights flickered and the strange girl disappeared in a puff of smoke. It seemed like everyone's shoes disappeared, leaving them barefoot. Just like she said, boys all over the gym were starting to change. Some were changing fast, their white uniform shirts fading to pink or blue before tightening into spandex. Many of their white socks pulled themselves up their legs into tights to compliment their leotards. Some boys' shorts became tutus.
Some boys' clothes changed before their bodies which changed slowly, and others grew a pair of breasts before their clothes began to itch. Screams grew higher in pitch as the strange girl's curse swept across the gymnasium.
***
You couldn't beleive what you were hearing. You turned to Dylan. "Why would she want to turn us all into girls?" Your clothes made your skin tingle as your shirt grew tighter, the collar was opening, exposing the top of your chest and back.
But Dylan wasn't answering. His skin grew paler, almost white. His black hair grew shiny and his white shirt seemed to shrink as though it were painted on. He tried to pull it off, but it was no use. It had fused to his shorts to form a leotard, which was rapidly turning pink. An involuntary boner had appeared beneath his clothes. Embarassed, Dylan hissed, "Cory! Help me get my socks off!"
Cory was doubled over. His chest heaved and swelled as a pair of breasts popped out from the front of him. "What do you want me to do about this?" Groaning, he tried to help Dylan pull his white socks off, but it was too late. They thinned out and grew sheer, propelling themselves up Dylan's legs to form a pair of thick white ballet tights. Dylan let out a pleasurable cry as they wove themselves together underneath his leotard.
A pressure was starting to grow in Dylan's chest, and he knew what was going to happen. His penis was still throbbing... He couldn't help himself; he ran off into a corner, white stockings slipping on the wooden floor. Dylan awkwardly stuck his hand into the bottom of the leotard to masturbate. One last time.
You and Cory looked away in revulsion. Cory was the exact opposite from Dylan. His legs bowed together in their boyshorts. His blond hair was starting to grow. His clothes hadn't done much of anything.
And you seemed to be somewhere in between... You felt a pressure in your chest as your socks turned yellow, winding up your legs. You rub them together as they go from your ankles to your calves to your knees and up your thighs, wrapping themselves tightly around your nearly visible feminine butt.
Your new B-cup breasts push themselves against your tight white leotard. Short boy hairstyle and penis still present, you manage to slip out an open door and run.