...Meanwhile...
Derek had just finished tying his sneakers in the boys locker room when the PA system crackled to life. He turned to grin at Barry, who was still just in his underwear. "Maybe they're cancelling school today."
"Yeah, right."
"I wish that all the male people in the school would swap with the female people in the school."
Everyone in the locker room seemed shocked at the absurdity. A few boys made rude comments while the rest just went back to getting dressed for gym class.
Until they felt the compulsion. Derek looked around and then grabbed the pile of clothes he had just changed out of. Ignoring everyone else in the locker room (who were mostly doing the same thing) he made sure he had everything; jeans, t-shirt, shoes, socks and tighty-whities. Then he ran out of the locker room and headed toward the girls' locker room. He started to get worried that he'd get in trouble for going into the girls' locker room, but he felt such a strong compulsion that he couldn't stop himself.
Since there were no "female people" in the boy's locker room, no one paid any attention to the wish that had followed, or to the scuffle that ensued, because they were too busy trying to find someone to swap with.
Derek was relieved when the girls came running out at the same time, and he knew he wouldn't have to go in. Quickly scanning the approaching girls he saw one, Heather he thought her name was, who was already dressed for gym too. Their eyes met and the two of them ran to each other. Derek ignored the half naked girls moving past them and Heather ignored the half naked boys.
When they got to each other Derek held out his pile of clothes and she held her pile of clothes out to him. This scene was repeated simultaneously amongst just about everyone around, including the boys' gym teacher swapping his outfit with one of the girls. The girls' gym teacher however was swapping a pen with one of the boys who happened to be in the hallway nearby.
But Derek didn't notice any of that. Instead, making sure he wouldn't drop the outfit he just swapped, he ran back to his locker in the boys' locker room and tossed everything in. The thump of his new, purple, platform boots against the back of his locker seemed to break the trance he was under from the compulsion, and he began picking through his pile. There was a girly, pink bra and panty set with red and white hearts on it, a pair of black fishnet stockings, a purple tank top, a black mesh shirt to put over the tank top, a black jacket and a short purple skirt with black webbing in addition to the boots. "Oh yeah, that was Heather, one of those goth bitches," he muttered to himself.
Then he saw the other boys returning with piles of clothes, including Barry who plopped down on the bench next to Derek and then came out of his trance. Derek began to laugh.
"Dude, that's funny!"
"Shut up, D. It's not like I wanted a dress, but Sharon's the only girl big enough for me to wear her clothes." Barry was still wearing his own underwear, but was holding a white dress, something black, a pair of pink sneakers, a pair of white mules and what looked like a gym outfit. "What did you swap for?"
"Looks like I get to be a goth bitch today. What the hell just happened anyway? Who was that on the PA?"
"I don't know, but whoever it was made us just swap all our clothes. And I got ALL of Sharon's stuff except her panties and bra."
"That's a shame, tub-ass. You probably could have used the bra."
"Hey, fuck you. We gotta figure out what just happened though. You gonna swap your clothes back for normal shit?"
"No! I swapped for these and I plan on wearing them."
"Yeah, me too. I wonder if she'll give me her bra too."
They looked around and saw other boys with various amounts of female clothes. It did appear however that they got the worst of it, most of the other boys having pants and flat shoes, the occasional capri or shorts.
When everyone was in their gym uniform they assembled as usual in a lineup to wait for the coach to do roll-check. Barry looked ridiculous with his new pink sneakers, ill-fitting shorts (that nicely showcased the bulge in front) and the sports bra under his t-shirt. Most of the other boys were wearing the gym outfits that the girls had given them, though a few like Derek had already finished dressing so were wearing their own.
The coach walked out of the locker room office wearing flared jeans, sandals and a small top that accented his broad, male shoulders and also showed off his pot belly. The boys sniggered and chuckled, but no one said anything aloud.
"Alright boys, listen up. Gym class is cancelled for today, so after I take roll, get back into your, um, regular clothes and head up to the bleachers. Just have a seat and we'll go from there." The coach kept pulling at the top while he spoke, trying to make it cover his belly, but the top wouldn't cooperate having been designed not only for a girl, but specifically to show off the girl's belly. "Oh, and, uh, does anyone know who that was over the speakers?"
A general murmur of "No" "Yeah, who was that anyway?" "Was it even a guy or a girl?" started up and the coach just shook his head and took roll.
