Gertrude found herself in the hallway that led to the gym, the sports fields outside, the pool, and other sports-related classes. The school had set up the locker rooms so that the rooms closest to the main gym where for the boys. The girl's locker rooms could be found down the hallway right next to the auxiliary gym, near the backdoor leading to the tennis courts. Gertrude had already worked up the sweat from walking all the way from the lunchroom to the gym, so she did not bother to waddle her way down to the girls locker rooms. Instead, she quickly turned and went straight into the 1st boys locker room.
The room was empty, seeing as how all the boys who had P.E. that hour were still out on the track, testing. Gertrude passed multiple lockers until finally she stopped at one that was locked. Any other time, the lock would need to be opened by a small key. But this time, all Gertrude needed to do was pull down on the lock, and it opened.
Gertrude started removing her old clothes, the XL pants and panties first, and than the XXL blouse she had worn. She un-hooked the bra that was holding up her gigantic breasts, and let them rest on her enormous belly. Luckily no one could see her, or else they would be in for one horrific sight.
She than began putting on the clothes she had found in the locker. The boxers had to stretch and grow to fit around her massive thighs, and as she started putting on the tightest pair of jeans, not a single tear or rip occurred as the jeans expanded to fit her legs.
The shirt came next and, like with the jeans, would have never been able to cover Gertrude's entire chest if not with the magical assistance. With the clothes put on, Greg Lettman slammed his locker shut and scowled. He had tried skipping, but was caught by one of the hall monitors and sent back to class. Greg, being the school's only emo kid, hated Gym just as much as the geeks and Goths did. Not only because he found the class boring, but because the exercise never worked. He had taken numerous P.E. classes over the years, and still he was as fat as ever. Since he had let his hair grow out so long, he had even bee confused for a fat chick a couple of times!
Greg gave another scowl as he headed outside to the track. Coach Burlington would probably give Greg the usual spiel, since this was not the first time Greg had tried skipping. But the emo kid didn't let the coach's rants bother him anymore, probably because he had been yelled at so many times.
Greg hustled out towards the field; his hustling would be considered a moderate power walk by those in much better shape than Greg,
Derek Lettman had been in the middle of a fake run, in an attempt to please Coach Burlington, when he suddenly stopped. Running now, even though it never was, seemed so un-important to him now.
A blank look was now on his face as he wondered off, passing the new Greg Lettman on the way
