"Man, I needed this," Biff said, soaping up his muscular physique. "Is it just me or is Coach Burlington pushing us more than normal?"
"It's not just you," Chris said.
Biff turned towards the spraying water, but then suddenly turned away. He didn't feel like taking a shower anymore. Instead, he only wanted to get dressed. He didn't care that he was sweaty and stinky. It was more important that he find something to wear. But his clothes, the clothes he left in his locker, they weren't good enough. He needed something else. And he wasn't going to find it in the locker room. So with that thought, he left the shower area, wrapping a towel around his waist, before leaving the locker room and then the school altogether.
"Man, I needed this," came a voice from Chris' left. He had a weird sense of déjà vu, like he already heard someone say that just a moment ago. But he shrugged off the weird feeling.
Chris turned and watched as his jock buddy Emma Meadows soaped up her curvaceous physique, all around her D-cup breasts and around her slender arms and legs. Despite the fact that Emma was clearly still a 27-year old woman and quite an attractive one at that, Chris held no sexual feelings towards her. As illogical as it seemed, he considered her to be just one of the guys. But that was how he was being affected by the magic of the wishing stone. It was how everyone would treat Emma, all the way up to the point when she made her final transformation into a boy.
