Jon got his shirt and shorts from his locker and discreetly tried changing into them in a corner of the room, while avoiding looking at any other boys and ignoring the thought that their anatomy was made for his. It worked fairly well; at least nobody noticed either that he was doing anything unusual--or that he had on a pair of red silk panties. Having someone see the panties here could be very hazardous.
He needn't have bothered. Once he had finished changing, he heard a comment: "Man, what happened to you, Jon?"
The questioner was one Jay Duncan, a geeky, harmless, boy. He was staring at Jon's legs, bare below the shorts. "Why did you do that?" he asked. "How did you do that?"
"Do what?" asked Jon, dumbly.
"The legs! You look like you've got a girl's legs. You shaved them and not only that, they're tapering too much. It's all the wrong shape."
"Oh, come on," said Joseph. "Don't tell me you're in on this, too. Jon already tried that on me."
"I'm not in on anything," said Jay. "Just look at him," he said, pointing to Jon's bare legs. "He'd be hot if he wasn't Jon."
Joseph couldn't help but look a bit and said, "I admit it, it looks funny, . I don't know how Jon did that, but..."
Jon was getting fed up, and exclaimed, "It's not a trick! Part of my body is a girl's! It's not a wrong shape and if my legs are shaved--which I'm not so sure about--they came that way. Okay? Are you satisfied?"
This immediately attracted the attention of everyone around. Several more boys looked at Jon, some whispering or nodding silently to each other, in agreement that this could not just be a prank. Steve Farber stepped forward and suddenly poked Jon in the balls, or where the balls would be. Since there was nothing there, he barely touched Jon and Jon showed no reaction other than to instinctively put his hands over his groin; he may not have balls, but he was not immune to being damaged there.
The whispering of the crowd seemed to get louder as they had something new to whisper about.
Jon looked around. He shouldn't have made that outburst. But even if he didn't, he'd just be prolonging the inevitable. He couldn't keep the ability to make wishes without being enough of a girl to get periods and have his legs complimented.
"How did it happen?" asked somebody.
"That's private," replied Jon, not wanting to reveal the magic of the panties. "You just have to accept that I'm like this now."
There was more whispering and talking. Jon caught fragments of sentences here and there. Everyone clearly wasn't going to be completely comfortable with it. But neither was he going to be immediately treated as a laughingstock. Jon wasn't exactly of an alternative sexuality (right?) but he imagined that the way the class would act would be pretty similar to learning that their classmate swings the other way. Steve Farber may be a jerk, but he wasn't a gay basher, and this really shouldn't make him into a Jon-basher.
"Jon, come with me," said an adult, Coach Maxwell.
"Everything's cool, isn't it?" said Jon. "I didn't do anything wrong. Unless you want me to use the girls' locker room. You don't, right?"
"What are you talking about?" replied the coach. "I don't care how blase you are about it, a change like that looks like a serious medical condition. You're going to see the school nurse. Now."
