When the coaches called everyone to go back into the locker rooms, Sam had to stop himself from walking into the girls' locker. It was only a tap on the shoulder from Jen and a nudging of eyebrows that reminded him that he needed to go to the other room.
Sam didn't like the fact that he was in close quarters with a lot of people again. Particularly boys. He didn't want to take on any more masculine traits if he could avoid it. Which he couldn't.
As he was pulling what was now a man's navy polo over his head, he felt another painful throbbing. By the time his head was through the neck hole, the change had already taken place. Sam was now the biggest guy in the locker room, with muscles rivaling Coach Burlington. In contrast Moose Matthews, who had formerly been the football team's linebacker, was downright average-sized. Sam figured he was now on the football team, so he pulled out his notebook and jotted the newest change down.
While he pulled up his jeans and tied his shoes, Sam figured it made sense to carry the notebook in his hand in case more changes happened.
Sam threw his backpack over a shoulder as the bell rang, a feat that seemed much easier than it ever had before, and headed towards the buses. Through the hallways that were absolutely stuffed with students.
Sam knew his best bet was to stay closer to the walls, so people would only be on one side of him. This plan backfired, however, when a teacher opened her door unexpectedly, and Sam slammed right into her. The collision gave him a horrible headache. When it subsided, Sam looked to see which teacher it was so he could apologize.
"Sorry Mrs. Molyneux," Sam said.
"Are you okay, Sam?" the computer teacher asked. "My name is Mrs. McMillan. Your last name is Molyneux."
Sam silently cursed and said to the teacher, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just, y'know, a little disoriented for a second. I feel like an idiot." Sam moved back into the throng of students and called back to the teacher, correcting himself, "Sorry Mrs. McMillan."
It took until Sam got to the giant double-doors at the front of the school before he realized that, since bumping into the teacher, he'd been thinking entirely in perfectly fluent, American-accented English.
Sam flipped open the notebook and jotted down the change.
