Alistair passed back into the main building of the school an inch or so taller than he'd left it, but he was still pretty short. He walked into the girl's locker room and undressed, the second time that day that the male gym coach had done so in the girl's locker. If it wasn't for the sheltering effects of the magic, then Biff, or whomever occupied the boy's coach's life at the end of the day, would have a decent amount of explaining to do.
This time, however, the other coach was not the target. Alistair approached a locked locker, somehow managed to unlock it, and put on a softball uniform with the name "Pasternak" written on the back. As he did the last button on the uniform, his hands were pushed slightly outwards by a set of breasts which had not been there when he'd started buttoning. Allison Pasternak rushed to close her locker and ran out of the building. She had no idea where her regular gym outfit was, but Coach Barry had told her to just find something to put on and get out. Coach trusted her enough to know she wasn't lying, but that didn't make her any less upset. Today was the running test!
Allison grabbed a stopwatch from the coach's office and sprinted out to the field. She stopped just before the starting line and looked at the two coaches, holding up the stopwatch. She knew Coach Burlington was older by about twenty years, but he somehow looked the younger of the two. Maybe it was just the angle, and the fact that he only reached Coach Barry's chin.
Coach Barry gave Allison a nod, and she crossed the starting line, simultaneously pressing the button on the timer. She was angry at herself, but she was going to use that anger to fuel her to go faster.
Christina, meanwhile, was wandering the halls of the school.
