Letting Randy talk on, Ronald mentally argued with himself for the next few minutes. Both versions of Randy had their appeal. Randy the jock felt like the safest bet, but did he really want to limit himself to "safe?" This smaller, more girly Randy seemed an interesting person as well, incredibly cute and feminine.
To make things more urgent, Ronald knew that once Randy had completely changed into a girl, this window of customization would most likely end, unless he wanted to make more wishes. Then again, this limitation made the whole thing quite exhilarating. It was a nice challenge and kept things interesting.
While this new angle was nice, Ronald decided, he was curious where Randy would go if he nudged him back towards the athletic build. Maybe a little further, he decided. At that thought, some of the most dramatic of Randy's changes began to reverse. His height returned, his skin and eyes darkened, his muscles returned. Interestingly enough, Randy's hair grew longer too-- must be compensating to keep him feminine"”filling in the sides and back and growing heaver until the curls gave way to gravity. Once they did, the thick locks began to twine and twist, forming into a thick braid that slapped down to Randy's shoulder blades when the boy shook out his head.
Randy's muscles returned stronger than ever"”still lean and feminine, but now with a perfect, almost sculpted physique. His makeup faded to slight highlights"”a just bit of gloss and eyeliner, really"”though even that was enough to emphasize how beautiful Randy had become, with full lips and wide, soft features.
And with that, gone was the petite little thing Randy could have been. In its place was someone who looked twice the athlete Randy had ever been, albeit in a package much more pleasing to the eye. Unaware as ever at his constantly shifting self, Randy looks up at Ronald, something ponderous in his dark brown eyes. He bit his lip"”damn, he looks cute when he does that"”for a hesitant moment, then spoke up, his voice a low, breathy purr. "So, we have a game today, after school," he said. "Nothing official; just a scrimmage against Northside. But you can still come and watch if you wanted."
Ronald blinked, surprised at Randy's forwardness. Apparently Randy still had plenty of straightforwardness and daring, in spite of all his changes. Before he could reply, however, he paused, as he realized the other boy's clothes were shifting. Up till now, his t-shirt and jeans had stayed pretty much the same, only resizing to fit his new body. Now, like a dam breaking, the garments transformed quickly, gaining different colors and cuts. His t shirt pulled up and tied itself off at the abdomen and shoulders, revealing Randy's lithe stomach and strong shoulders. His jeans, on the other hand, shredded to pieces, legs evaporating until there was barely any denim left over his pelvis"”a very flattering pair of jean shorts. *Had his hips always been that wide? And those thighs * Ronald hadn't realized he had particularly strong women before, but staring at Randy's increasingly feminine, yet still very powerful, body was making him consider otherwise.
"Uh, sure," Ronald stammered, as he watched Randy's body continue to shift. Bumps were beginning to tent the front of Randy's tied off shirt. Time's almost up, thought Ronald. I need to wrap things up quickly!
A little ways off, Leonard was ignoring his own science work, as his eyes drifted over again and again to Ronald. Why couldn't he have been lucky enough to have scooped him up as a partner? Dang jocks, swooping up all the good guys. Not that he could blame Randy for having good taste. Not really, anyways.
The nerd had continue to shift in spite of Ronald's inattention, his body now quite feminine in its contours. Wide hips, inward curve at the waist, plenty of weight about the chest he was still a little on the heavier side, but it was all distributed quite nicely. Not thicker, he corrected himself. Ampler. Voluptuous. Leonard frowned at thinking about that particular term for himself, then shook his head and wondered why. Reaching absently down to the desk, his hands felt around for his glasses even as he looked on to Ronald and Randy, his finger clacking a little more as the nails grew with every blind grope.
And Leonard was not the only one paying the pair of Randy and Ronald special attention, either. Near the back, Karyn was stealing glances away from her group experiments to watch the two when she could, much to the rising chagrin of her partner. "Could you at least pretend you care about your grades more than this guy?" she asked, frustration evident in her voice.
"Hrm? Oh, yeah, of course!" answered Karyn, a bit sheepishly. This really was unlike her to be so distractible. But then, though she didn't know it, there was quite a bit going on with her that was unlike her usual self. Most prominently, her clothes were changing, her sweater tightening around her wish given assets as her jeans pulled up, material changing as the legs fused together. She was also undergoing some physical changes"”her eyes turning from green to blue, her features shifting to fit a more classic standard of beauty. Had Ronald no been so preoccupied, he might have recognized a familiar face emerging from Karyn's shifting features
"Alright, that should about finish it," Ronald said. He was referring to the lab report"”other than the questions they set aside for homework, they were ready to turn in their report"”but the same was nearly true for Randy. His new bust was continuing to swell, completing the picture of a graceful, powerful female body. Randy now had the physique of a comic book superheroine. Well, a slightly realistic comic book superheroine. The one last other vestige of his former self"”the bulge in his jeans shorts that made Ronald still think of Randy as a him at all"”was shrinking away as well, leaving Randy's crotch flat and smooth.
"Great! I'll clean up the equipment!" Randy said. He stood, gathering up the lab equipment with quick, dexterous movements. Now that he was standing again, Ronald realized Randy was nearly as tall as he"”no, she, he corrected"” had been before all these changes. Not quite so tall as boy Randy, but still very tall for a woman. Taller than him, Ronald thought, a little sheepishly.
Putting all the equipment in a plastic container, Randy turned to walk past Ronald's seat. When he proved to be in the way, she only smiled and wordlessly set the bin aside, took ahold of the back of Ronald's chair, and with very little effort lifted him up and set Ronald, chair and all, to one side. She winked down at Ronald's look of alarm, her smile wide and mischievous and perhaps even a little flirtatious. "Still on for my game today, right?" she asked, as she picked the equipment bin up again and walked by.
"Yeah, Randy, of course," Ronald said a little absently, as he tucked away their report into a folder.
"Randi?" the new girl stopped and pivoted on her heel, resting her hands on her wide hips as she fixed Ronald a look of mildly exasperated amusement. "I told you a hundred times, Ronald, no one calls me that. It's Ranae, got it?"
