Sarah McMillan pulled into school with few thoughts in her head, at least few thoughts that weren't about her and what she'd do with her boyfriend Biff later that evening. School to her was merely a stopping off place. She already knew what she wanted out of life. Despite the fact that she was quite intelligent, she knew that she would attach herself to a rich and powerful man and be a perfectly good trophy wife for them. They would take care of her for the rest of her life, exactly as she was accustomed to have done for her. Exactly as her mother had done when she was Sarah's age.
That her mother had later divorced her father and left him with nothing in terms of financial stability was lost on her thought process.
Sarah walked into the school, paying no mind to the two people staring intently at her from across the parking lot. She detoured to the nearest bathroom, making sure that her hair and makeup were perfect before school began. As she walked in, she noted to her surprise that the bathroom was empty for the moment.
The moment the door shut behind her, she began to feel a strong discomfort throughout her body. Taking her backpack and purse and setting them aside, she walked over to the mirror, the discomfort beginning to grow more intense with each passing moment.
She looked at her face in the mirror, surprised by how pale it suddenly looked, as sweat began to form on her brow. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, trying to ease the heat she was feeling throughout her body. She wondered for a moment if she was having a panic attack, and started to walk towards the door to get help from someone, before she noticed her hand.
As she glanced down, she could have sworn that she saw her nails, covered in a pink glittery nail polish, suddenly become dull and plain. Looking at them more intensely, she was shocked to find that, not only had they lost their polish, but they were beginning to shrink back from the sculptured manicure she had just had done the day before.
Shaking her head, Sarah tried to concentrate. Obviously she was simply hallucinating or something. Startled, she ran her hand through her hair, but stopped when she caught sight of it in the mirror. There, before her eyes, she could see her hair shrinking back into her scalp. The band that held it in the loose ponytail it was in fell to the floor as her hair continued to shrink in length, stopping just above her shoulders. It began to lose it's silky feel, and Sarah gasped as she saw it resculpture itself into a fauxhawk that one would normally find on a football player or something.
The heat that she had felt before returned, this time accompanied by a seering pain throughout her body. She cried out as she felt her bones stretching and cracking, her shoulders widening while her hips began to shrink. She was shocked when she took one look in the mirror and literally saw herself growing taller as the seconds passed by. She almost lost her balance as the heels snapped off her shoes due to the growing weight.
"What's happening to me..." she cried out, only to grasp her mouth when she heard her voice croaking and deepening in tune. She heard a sharp ripping sound as her shoulders literally tore through her blouse, and her legs began to tear at the seams of the tight jeans she had been wearing. Grimacing, she pulled at her blouse, removing it's tattered remains as she sought any relief from the pain and discomfort she now felt, relieved that she had decided to go braless that morning.
To her horror though, as her muscles begin to grow more defined and chiseled on her abdomen, she saw her rather large breasts begin to sink into her chest. She felt them up, feeling the flesh pull away from her growing hands, and yelping when she felt a small coat of hair begin to encompass her upper body. All over her body she felt a light coating of hair grow in, a tingling that only added to the discomfort she was feeling.
The pain centered over her face, as she felt it grow and contort to it's new contours. Almost afraid to look, she slowly did so, and was shocked to find a rather handsome and fully masculine face staring back at her. She touched the mirror in disbelief before one final pain grasped her lower body. She felt her insides churn as the rearranged, her reproductive organs changing shape and function, and she could feel in her panties the formation of what, at least felt like, a rather generous package. The pain receded into an almost pleasurable sensation as she lay there on the floor, her transformation complete.
Sarah slowly stood up and took stock of her situation. The moment she stood up though, she felt a severe restriction in her crotch area. Deciding comfort was important, all the while forgetting her surroundings, she struggled to get the partially torn jeans off her muscular legs. As she glanced over what had happened, she was simultaneously amazed and bewildered by what had happened. Somehow, she had been transformed from a beautiful young woman into a handsome young man.
The severity of her situation began to take hold, and she began to panic. She was pretty much naked in a school bathroom, a girls bathroom no less, and she certainly didn't qualify. She had managed to avoid getting caught due to sheer dumb luck and the fact that it was early, but she didn't want to chance that luck. She had to get out of here, but had no clothes to put on.
No sooner did she think that, then she felt a rustling sensation around her crotch, Peeking down, she was alarmed and somewhat grateful when she saw her silk panties morph into a pair of boxer shorts. Glancing over, she saw that her purse had vanished, and her backpack had morphed into a more ultilitarian and masculine model. Her jeans and blouse, tattered though they had been, had reformed into a pair of men's jeans and a simple brown T-shirt. Ignoring the fashion sense, Sarah quickly put them on, slipping on the boots that had appeared where her broken high heels had been. She felt in her back pocket and found a wallet. She was less surprised, adding all this up, that her driver's license had changed from Sarah McMillan to a Samuel McMillan. Grabbing her backpack, or rather his backpack, he snuck out of the bathroom, hoping no one would see him.
