The magic shower water soaked Jeff's body as he tried regain his balance. He didn't know which was worse: slipping on a bar of soap and trying to right himself -- all the while naked with the whole gym class watching him -- or bracing for whatever effect a second exposure to the magic water would have on him.
Hoping to steady himself, Jeff reached for the shower head, but to no avail. Instead, he succeeded only in spraying Joseph, Alan, Jon, and Waldo Brinnerman.
Jeff finally steadied himself, turned off the shower, and stepped out. By then, however, all five re-exposed boys were starting to feel odd. It wasn't unpleasant, but it felt as if their skin and their insides has somehow become... mushy.
As the rest of the class watched, Jeff, Joseph, Alan, Jon, and Waldo each sat down on a locker bench. With eyes closed, they began rocking their hips, flexing their shoulders, and rolling their heads. Then, without ever touching their new and still naked private parts, they began shouting.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes!!" shouted Jeff.
"No! No! No! Ooooh!" exclaimed Joseph.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Yoweee!" screamed Alan.
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Aaaah!" gasped Jon through his teeth.
"Um. Um. Um! Oh shit am I gonna be in trouble!" mumbled Waldo.
"So, how do you feel?" asked Lance Sellman asfter the five had calmed down. Lance was another of the boys who'd lost their dicks and gained pussies during the first accident.
"It's creepy. My... Holy shit! My voice is different! I sound like a little kid!" Jeff exclaimed, then he tried clearing his throat. "Hrumpf! Oh shit! It's not going away!"
"I think we have girl's voices," said Joseph in his own new, higher-pitched way.
"Yeah, and we have skin like a girl, too," observed Alan, who winced at the sound of his new voice. Somehow, despite being the biggest and most developed guy, he'd ended up with the thinnest, wispiest voice.
"I think you're right," said Jeff. "Except for the top of my head and my, uh, well, between the legs, I just have a little peach fuzz here and there. My cheek feels so smooth! Do you see any whiskers or stubble?"
"No," Jon replied in elegant soprano style.
"At least we didn't grow long hair or tits," Joseph remarked.
All five boys were, by then, standing, looking themselves over, and checking their appearance in the full-length mirror near the door.
"Hey look! I've got muscles!" Waldo noticed.
"Maybe that's our consolation," Jeff proposed. "I don't think my skeleton has changed, but I definitely feel leaner and stronger."
"So, what, you want to go out for wrestling now?" Mr. Burpie taunted.
"That's hardly appropriate," Mr. Carlyle, the principal, admonished Burpie. "Now why don't you five come over here so we can check you over for anything serious."
"I thought nothing happened when you threw a mouse in the shower a second time," squeaked Alan in spite of himself.
"Well, if a male mouse got female fur or a female squeak, who would notice?" Mr. Carlyle surmised. "And if the mouse got a little more muscular, we wouldn't have noticed that either, not under the fur. I told you it wasn't a detailed study. Now, c'mon along boys, we need to make a record of your new condition.
That's when the strangest effect of all became apparent. As the five doubly-modified boys crossed the room, a few of those who still had dicks felt their noses twitch. Several of them sneezed. All, however, sprouted instant and massive erections that subsided after the five had passed.
"Uh, do you, uh... boys... want to get dressed?" asked Mr. Carlyle who by then was dealing with his own massive erection.
"No, why?" replied all five at once.
