Between classes John ducked into the restroom to take care of business. While working out how to fit his new tail out of the way he heard someone enter and move the the stall at the end. The sneakers looked like Mike "the Moose" Mathews, and John had spent enough time hung upside down by Moose to know. Still he hadn't done anything lately to warrant an unfriendly visit, especially here.
Neither boy noticed as the far wall of the room started moving, silently sliding forward until the room had shrunk to half the size. Moose shivered as it passed through him but paid it no mind. Nor did he seem to notice it had left him in the now larger girls restroom.
He idly swiped a longer thread of hair from his softening face, oblivious to the blue stall walls lightening to a chipped, faded pink some administrator thought was a good idea. Finishing up he reached down and pulled up not his faded jeans and boxers but a light green skirt and panties. For a second he struggled with the tight material, but then she found them slide into place with only a momentary sense of disorientation as her body slimmed to a much more feminine yet still athletic shape.
Exiting the stall she picked up a purse with "Michelle" embroidered on the side and a small moose keychain hanging from the side. Checking herself in the mirror, the tall athletic girl smoothed her hair back into a pony tail and made sure the now oversized football jersey wasn't tucked into her skirt. She had lots of friends on the football team after all, and needed to show her support for them on game days like this. Of course some of her girlfriends often told her that if she throw the football like she did shot-put then she would be a shoe in for QB, but aside from the occasional powderpuff game she didn't really care for all the drama.
With everything in order she left for class, totally ignoring the freshman coming out of the mens room at the same time, what's his name? Jim? Jack? It didn't matter.
For his part John ignored Michelle, he already had two girlfriends thanks to his wish and was more concerned about his stone, and the ache in his feet that had come on. He walked to his next class, finding that it was easier if he put more pressure on the balls of his feet and let his heels rise slightly.
The ache got worse as class dragged on. Mr. Jenkins liked insinuate her own politics into her political science class, so John and most other students tended to zone out. None of the students noticed as Mr. Jenkins voice steadily rose a few octaves, or that when he turned to face the blackboard his hair had lengthened from his favored close cropped cut to a long braided ponytail. As he wrote his hands became slimmer, and the handwriting took on a much smoother, cursive style at odds with his prior harsh printing. When he turned back to the class a much younger, feminine face stared back at the class, his somewhat mannish frame and suit the only things now remaining of his former manliness.
Those didn't last, as his, now her frame slimmed down into a busty power suit suitable for a young teacher fresh out of school.
John blinked as Ms. Jenkins walked in front of her desk. Was she always this hot? He didn't recall ever thinking that before. The bell rang, and he headed off to his next class. His toes felt really tight now, and he found himself walking on the balls of his feet. While he enjoyed seeing all the girls in the hall, not realizing that the gender balance in the school had shifted dramatically in the last few minutes, this foot thing was really starting to get to him. He resolved to duck into an empty room and take a look real quick.
