Jon was rather quiet throughout the rest of lunch, wondering if this was his life now. Being told he was braless, despite not needing one. Being thought of as a scatterbrain and a slut. Even his best friend, who didn't remember anything was different, couldn't comfort him.
His next class after lunch was gym, which was fortunately normal...at least nothing seemed to happen. He left his clothes in his locker, changed into his gym shorts, and had to deal with some looks from the boys in class, but otherwise, he could cope with a volleyball game and even didn't lose focus like he had in math class. Tiffany shared the same class, and she seemed relatively normal, except for occasionally watching him, apparently still suspicious of his behavior.
After class, he headed into the boy's locker room, followed by the other male students and headed toward his locker, unlocked it, and started to change. He was surprised when a crowd of girls entered the locker room, laughing and talking. He looked around, confused.
