Kyle noticed his hips and breasts while walking out of study hall. Hips were swaying a bit; plumper nipples stuck out into his undershirt from sore mounds of flesh that he despised. He walked to his locker and put everything away and found he had to use the restroom. Walking briskly, he looked and saw his reflection in a window...
He looked disheveled, short, and a little feminine in the face. Breaking eye contact with himself in shame, he padded on to the restrooms but knew they would be full. Lunch was the busiest time so he had to choose. He decided it would be less odd to come out of the women's room though both would be odd to walk into right now - even if nobody technically cared.
Getting there just as a line was beginning to form, Kyle got in the door and leaned against the wall, arms crossed. He could feel his ass getting bigger, his cheeks being pulled wider by his hips, and his breasts also getting bigger... none of the girls looked at him funny, some even smiling like nothing was different as they passed. He still had a bulge in his pants and it was growing. With his boxer briefs too loose to contain it's growth, he was going to be sporting a boner in the women's room soon! He put his hands down and held one wrist with his other hand to cover his crotch.
Finally a stall opened up, and thankfully it wasn't too messy. Some paper on the floor in clumps but nothing serious. He'd heard stories...
Closing the door, he took off his shirts in one go, putting them on the hook. Kyle was curious as to what was going on. He looked down. Noting how he was certainly the owner of boobs, he ashamedly felt a twinge in his pants as he saw the erect nipples. Feeling and looking, he found his neck and torso to be fairly thick, still. Also his Adam's apple was there. He hadn't said anything in a while - since talking to Todd - so he didn't know what he sounded like. He could stand to wait. His shoulders also still felt quite broad. There was a thought... would he have slight shoulders or sturdy shoulders as a girl?
Slipping one foot out of a too-big shoe and sliding his pants and boxers over it, he came face to face with his monster. It was bigger? "No, I'm shorter." he whispered in awe. Having heard of autofellatio before, Kyle had to fight to put that thought out his mind as he moved to work the other foot free. It would be no big feat to suck his own dick, now. Jen must be some kind of pervert, he thought, and then realized he had had the thought as well. Hanging the pants, he stood there naked but for his socks and shoes. He grimaced and felt below his penis... and gasped! The sensations were different. Much like it had felt on his taint, the whole are was afire when he touched it. But he didn't have a vagina, yet. Kyle felt for his testicles and found nothing. Just flat with hair. He found the bulb of the bottom of his member's corpus was firming as his penis became erect, but the firm ligaments were spongier and seemed to be making way for the coming changes by splitting down the middle. Making room... for his vagina.
Kyle decides it is time to get out of there and lifts the seat with his foot. He positions himself and urinates into the bowl. He wipes instead of shaking and flushes, turning to put on his pants. He can't do anything about them except tighten his belt and roll the pant legs one more time. He puts on his undershirt, grimacing at the feeling of the cotton on his new, pert, nipples which stick out even farther than when he took off the shirt. He ties a knot in the bottom hem on his side to tighten it up, hoping it will stop rubbing so much. Grabbing the jersey, he opens the door and put it on at the sink. A girl quickly takes the stall behind him. As he washes his hands and avoids looking in the mirror, he noticed the hair in his face. Looking to his right he sees a girl he knows bind her hair up in a ponytail. Going back to washing his hands, he wonders if doing that is kind of like accepting defeat. The hair tickles his nose as he goes to the paper towels. Walking out, he fishes for the sweatband in his pocket. Grabbing it, he barely has enough hair to tie up.