Jon's next class was P.E. and he fortunately took it with some of the other Goths, namely Linda and Jay.
As Jon and Linda stripped out of their clothes, Jay walked into the locker room, all decked out in his "new" cybergoth clothes, which looked both bizarre and vibrant, making him stand out in a crowd. But that's what he wanted, that's what he liked. It was odd, though. He didn't used to feel this way, but ever since he got back home from his doctor's appointment, he felt very strongly about being a nonconformist. In fact, it was one of the most important things to him.
"So you decided not to ditch school, huh?" Jon asked Jay.
"If I could've stayed home, I would've, but my mom made me come back after my doctor's appointment. I swear, she can be such a fucking bitch sometimes," Jay replied. He had this strange feeling that he and his mom were close and cared very much for each other, but that was wrong. Wasn't it? His mom and him were always at odds with each other. She just couldn't understand why he wanted to be so different than everyone else and he hated her for that.
"Well, I'm glad you decided to come anyway. It just means we won't have to take this fucking class alone," Linda said. By now, she had become a bit younger, around 33-years old. But no one seemed to mind that she was nearly fifteen years older than all the other students. And that included herself.
"Come on, let's just get this over with," Jon said, putting his gym T-shirt on. He winced, grabbing the attention of Linda.
"You okay, Jon?" she asked.
"Oh yeah. My chest just feels a little sore is all," Jon explained, failing to notice how his nipples had doubled in size. He finished dressing, then set out onto the track. The day was warm and sunny, just the sort of weather Jon hated, and he did his best to stick to the shade, where the sun wouldn't ruin his now-milky-white skin.
The idiot coach was just as apathetic as ever, and after a few warm-ups, he set the class to spend the rest of the period running laps. Jon tired much more quickly than he remembered doing before, though his utter hatred of such a menial activity probably didn't help either. Even as he slowed to a trot, he felt awkward running, though this time it was because his hips were slowly growing outward, until they had completely resettled into a much more feminine positioning.
But, of course, neither Jon nor anyone else in the class realized this, just as no one noticed as Linda's wrinkles faded away, or how Jay's hair was slowly turning a shade of purple.
When they headed back to the locker room, Jon briefly wondered if he should take a shower or not. He really got winded out there and thought that it might be a good idea. On the other hand, he wanted nothing more than to get dressed and get the fuck out of there.
Jon stepped into the locker room, then decided to ...
