Kyle blinked, looking around at the empty desks. "Uh..."
"You should probably get to last class, Miss Smith."
Wincing at that, Kyle hurriedly picked up his things and walked out the door as fast as his oversize shoes would let him. Going through the halls to his next class, he saw that he was going to pass his girlfriend, Tracy. He hoped she wouldn't recognize him and leave him alone - but that wasn't the case.
As Kyle shuffled by Tracy slapped his ass. It wasn't an odd thing to do, she did that even when he was normal. But feeling her get a handful of juicy bubble-butt was extremely strange and Kyle's penis jumped at the sensation. It felt good. He looked back at Tracy over his shoulder and smiled, despite himself. Tracy blew him a kiss and went on to her class. Turning back forward, Kyle was cursing himself for so weakly giving in to enjoying any part of this... though Tracy not caring about the transformation was certainly a relief.
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Putting his books down in the science lab on the table, Kyle read the assignments on the board. Today was an experiment day. The rest of his lab group filled out and they went to get the supplies from the carts and shelves. Beakers, flasks, stirrers, droppers, tongs, Bunsen burners, water for solvent, and the other chemicals. They were setting up the stand when the teacher came in. Mr. Gary saw Kyle's state of dress and shook his head. He didn't care about the changes Miss Smith was going through, but he wondered if those shoes and sleeves might get in the way. Everyone was careful enough, it seemed, so he started explaining the lab and making sure all the students were wearing goggles. The class continued to perform the first half of the lab.
There was a planned lull in the experiment which allowed students to catch up and Mr. Gary to lecture about the focus of the lab. Kyle had been busy writing the observations of the lab down for his group instead of performing the lab, and so he'd mentally been fine. His head had been in the right place. But now, sitting on his stool, he couldn't keep his mind on the small lecture. The powerpoint slides were not doing it for him. The silhouette of the girl in front of him made his mind wander a bit... and then the presentation was over. Goggles back on. It was back to writing. Sitting to the right of the experiment set up, Kyle turned to ask a question of his lab mates. Getting his answer, he turned back to his notebook but left his shoe behind when he sat up on the stool again. The boy holding a beaker of hot water tripped on it! The beaker of water flew out of the tongs it was being carried in and bounced off Kyle's side. The water sloshed around but stayed in and everything fell to the floor with a crash! The students all froze in place.
Mr. Gary walked over quickly to see the scene. Kyle's shoe was on the floor, unattended. "Kyle, are you OK?" Kyle felt the area with a hand and it felt fine; he nodded. "Thomas, did you trip on Miss Smith's shoe?" The boy looked at Kyle, and then nodded. The teacher sighed. "I should have asked if your clothes fit you alright, Miss Smith. It is a good thing nobody got hurt." The tension relieved, Kyle felt all the problems today closing in and started to sob. He half-heartedly moved the open notebook out of the way of his tears and bent into his hands. The rest of the class was silent. Mr. Gary made a decision. "Kyle, if you would like to go to the bathroom or counselor to compose yourself for the rest of the period, you may do so."
Kyle felt a little better already, for letting out a little emotion about his state. He didn't have to think twice when he answered...