"Ok Karyn, let's just keep our eyes and ears open for some way to get back to my old home and get the stone. Right now though, the bell just rang and the school assembly is over, we need to go to class," Jon whispered.
As the students began to file out of the gym, a short, sexy Asian woman came over to them. "Bethany, Rosaria, I'm Ms. Aoyama, the guidance counselor for West Texas High. I just wanted to welcome you to our school, and tell you that if you have any problems or concerns, my door is always open for you. Do you know where you are supposed to go now?"
"Thank you, Ms. Aoyama," Jon replied. "I seem to recall Bethany has PE now?"
"And I think I have, um, English as a Second Language?" Karyn chimed in.
"Well, I can see you won't need that class anymore, Rosaria. Come with me and we'll get you transferred into a regular English class," said Ms. Aoyama with a friendly smile. She led Karyn toward the school offices, while Jon began heading for the locker rooms.
"At least I don't have to walk far to get to my next class," she thought. But she had so much on her mind that she forgot for a second who and what she now was, and pushed open the door to the boy's locker room. Dozens of boys, in various states of undress, all whistled and shouted as soon as they saw her.
"Hey Bethany, c'mon over here!"
"Yeah baby, I'll show you a good time! Woo hoo!"
The shouting shocked Jon back into awareness of her situation, and she quickly shut the door, her face turning red with embarrassment. She quickly ran around to the other side of the building and entered the girl's locker room. This had long been a fantasy of hers, and every other boy in school... to sneak into the girl's locker room and watch them undress! But now here she was, just one of the girls! Searching her foggy memory, she recalled her locker number, and after a few tries, the combination for the lock. Inside were some small, tight shorts, a t-shirt, and a sports bra. Looking around at the girl's around her, none of them seemed to be paying her much attention. Jon tried not to stare, but her mind was being blown by all the cute girls stripping around her. She was stunned by what she saw, and her mind was causing Bethany's body to react in strange, foreign ways... she felt warm and wet down there, and felt muscles she'd never had before clench at... nothing. She felt emptiness rather than the stiffening rod she was used to.
"5 minutes ladies, get dressed and get out there," a woman's voice shouted above the din of giggling girls and slamming lockers.
"Focus Jon, you can make it," she whispered to herself, but her high, lilting voice gave her little comfort. She pulled her top over her head, and tossed it into the locker. Her bra, which she now saw for the first time, was pink with a little bow nestled between her large breasts. She reached behind her back, fumbling a few times before releasing the catch and then lightly slid the bra along her arms until she was nude from the waist up. She cupped her breasts for a moment, lifted them with her delicate hands. They were heavy, but soft and warm. From the inside, it sent a shiver down her back and a spark of fire between her legs. As her hands slid over the tops of her breasts, she noticed for the first time the pink nail polish on her hands, and a small silver ring with a heart on it. She then grabbed the sports bra from the locker and put it on. It was much tighter than her other bra, but with breasts as big as hers, she figured she'd need the support. She put on the t-shirt over her head, and had to pull her long hair out of the neck hole to free it. She noticed a hair clip in the bottom of the locker and used it to gather her hair into a ponytail, to make it easier to manage during PE. Finally, she slid the cheerleading skirt down her long, toned, tanned legs and replaced them with the short shorts. They hugged her ass and were much tighter than any shorts she had ever worn, but without her old male equipment down there to worry about, there was no discomfort. She strained her neck to look down at her ass, encased in the silky shorts, and admired the tight bubble butt she now had.
"Times up ladies, get out there, now!" the female voice shouted again. A tough-looking woman in her early 40's, with short blond hair, a clipboard, and wearing grey sweats was checking each aisle. "That means you, Bethany! Just because you're an exchange student now doesn't mean you get to slack off!"
"No, no, of course not ma'am," Jon stammered. "I'm ready, I'm going!"
