Jon returned to the backroom, where he had stripped, he found his clothes. together where he left them.
he started to put them on but he noticed that his clothing had subtly changed again, his shoes, his heels had gained a few inches via a clear plastic part beneath them, they now must be near 9 inch heels now.
his red tank top had become a tiny strip of red fabric, which was clearly worn around his breasts
His already teeny tiny skirt had somehow shrunk more, and it now seemed more like a wide belt, this school was doing a good job of embarrassing and humiliate him.
Jon was left with fetish high heels, he would have an even harder time walking then he had been having, a tube top, and what could only be called a micro-skirt, and suddenly Jon noticed that he was no longer wearing a bra, and his breasts just hung their, and they were heavy.
Jon got dressed, or what he could get dressed in, he didn't feel very clothed, still in his underwear.
He made sure the tape was still holding, readjusted himself, one last check of himself, revealed that his nipples had gone stiff and could be seen through the flimsy fabric. "great" he thought
he left the backroom, and minced down the hall, he saw a clock reading 3:45, it was the end of the day, he could nearly jump for joy, but not with these heels and risk breaking an ankle.
he followed the hallway and ended up outside the school, he didn't recognize the school, but all the buses were the same from his real school, he went out on a limb and found the bus he used to ride before he started driving to school. it had the same number on it so he decided to get on.
he immediately felt all the stares from the others on the bus, as he walked down the aisle, he knew that his thong was probably visible to anyone looking right now, he just hoped they couldn't see his penis.
he found an empty seat and sat down, wondering how he was going to know when to get off would he be at his house or would he get some sign? but for now, he just sat, knees tight together waiting for the bus to leave.