As Jim was desperately looking for a way to avoid Mrs. Moore, he noticed the door to the Teachers' Lounge was slightly ajar. Jim thought this would be the perfect place to hide from Mrs. Moore. There would certainly not be any teachers in the lounge at this hour, the door locked so he could keep Mrs. Moore out, and even is she has a key, he can escape through the door leading into the administrative offices.
Jim quickly slipped through the opening, quietly pushed the door closed and turned the lock. Just as he was turning the lock he felt a kind of shimmering/tingling feeling all over. Before he could look at himself he heard a deep voice behind him asking someone a question.
Jim spun around and discovered there were five teachers in the lounge. These were the newest and youngest members of the faculty. They were all part of the revamped athletics program and all had achieved amazing success in their respective sports.
The first teacher that Jim focused on was the one who was speaking. His name was Mr. Tyrone Jackson. He was 28 years old, 6'5" tall and solid muscle. He had the body of a Greek god and skin the color of obsidian. He had been hired as the strength and conditioning coach for the football team. He had been a world champion body builder and weight lifter and it showed. He was standing near the coffee pot wearing black trousers with a gray pinstripe and a purple silk shirt, open at the collar, a pair of dark brown leather dress shoes, gold cuff links, a gold chain at his neck and a gold watch on his left wrist.
Next up Jim noticed Ms. Daiana Ballou. Ms. Ballou was a 26 year old legal immigrant from Jamaica. She was 5'10" tall and lean with flawless ebony skin. She looked like she belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine. She was wearing a red cocktail dress with spaghetti straps that went to just below her knees. She was also wearing red sandals with a 1" heel. She had matching jade jewelry consisting of necklace, earrings, and bracelet on her left wrist. On her right wrist she was wearing a women's watch made of white gold or platinum. Rings adorned several fingers. She had her hair cut short into a sort of bob. Her parents had brought her to America when she was just starting middle school and she soon discovered that she had a love and a talent for volleyball. She had attended college on an academic scholarship for volleyball. She led her team to the national championship tournament three out of four years, winning twice. She had been hired to make the volleyball team a winning program and so far she had been very successful. The team had won regionals and placed third in nationals her first year at the school.
Next Jim noticed Mr. Daniel Simmons, the new men's basketball coach. He was 26 years old, 6'0" tall and obviously fit. His deep blue eyes, tanned skin, collar length blond hair, and toned physique gave him the look of a surfer. He had on a dark blue suit with red "power" tie. His shoes were black, leather dress shoes. He had a watch with a large, black face on his left wrist and what looked like a gold class ring with a ruby gemstone on his right ring finger. Mr. Simmons had played basketball in college with his team making it to the final four two out of his four years.
Next was the new men's wrestling coach. His name was Mr. Antonio Martinez. He was 25 years old, 5'10" tall, with a very fit and toned body. His black hair was cut short like a military haircut. He was wearing a charcoal grey suit, black silk shirt, a solid colored blue silk tie, and slat grey dress shoes. The only jewelry visible was a smart watch on his left wrist. Mr. Martinez had also competed quite successfully in the Olympic games.
The last person that Jim laid eyes on was the pretty new women's swim coach, Ms. Sara Richmond. Ms. Richmond was 27 years old, 5'6" tall with blond hair styled in a pixie cut. Her green eyes were accentuated by the emerald green cocktail dress she was wearing. It was a long flowing dress that reached nearly to the floor. It had one strap over the left shoulder. The dress hugged every curve of Ms. Richmond's body to the delight of all the men present. There was a slit up one leg that came almost to the top of her smooth, toned thigh. Ms. Richmond had also competed successfully in the Olympics, winning two silvers and a bronze medal.
Jim took all of this in within a couple of seconds of entering the room. He then realized that Tyrone was looking in his direction and talking to someone he called "Kit Kat."
"Hey Kit Kat, why'd you lock the door?"
Jim quickly looked down and realized he had become a woman and Tyrone was talking to him, er, her.
"Uhm, well Mrs. Moore was heading this way..."
They all began to laugh before Jim could finish his sentence. "Good call, Kit Kat. But we best get out there to the dance before she comes looking for us."
Jim said he needed to freshen up in the restroom before going into the dance and slipped into the adjacent restroom. Closing the door and turning on the light Jim was shocked by the reflection in the mirror. The woman looking back at Jim was stunning. She had scarlet red hair in what women called an "updo". Jim had no idea why he knew that. Her skin was creamy white with some freckles sprinkled here and there. Her eyes were a sparkling blue that seemed to match the sapphire blue cocktail dress and matching jewelry she wore. The dress was strapless and went down to about mid-thigh. She was also wearing matching blue sandals with 4" heels. She had high cheekbones, a small, upturned nose and full, pouty lips. Her face had just enough make-up to enhance her natural beauty. She was carrying a matching blue clutch purse and Jim thought it might give him a clue as to who she was now.
Jim opened the purse and found the usual items; lipstick, compact, mints, chewing gum, tampons (Yuck), condoms (Ew), a cell phone and a wallet. Jim immediately grabbed the condoms and threw them in the trash. "I won't be needing those." He then opened the wallet and found her ID. The ID had a picture of his new face and the name Katherine Maeve Kelley. She was 24 years old and 5'3" tall. Jim then opened the phone using her thumbprint and found a lot of pictures of the cheerleading and dance teams with his new self wearing athletic clothes and a whistle. "Oh Gosh! I must be the cheer and dance coach."
There was a knock at the door and Daiana asked if she was ok. Jim told her he would be right out. He put everything back in the purse and decided he just needed to get through the evening and meet up with Rick after the dance. Steeling his, er, her nerves, she opened the door and joined the procession out of the lounge and into the dance...
