The scrubs were an odd fit, and there was a girl's shirt, bra and panties on the table where Jon put his discarded clothes. He held up the tube of ointment and gave it a dubious look, glancing down at the blackened areas. What's the point of this...? he wondered, but shrugged and squeezed out a surprisingly large amount of clear, oily gel from the tube. After turning his hand around several times to catch the dripping gel, he spread it across his chest, waist and hips, essentially from his armpits to ass, avoiding his crotch. The gel sunk through the thin scrubs as if they weren't there, clinging to his entire torso and his ass and hips like a second skin.
Two glaring lights turned on above him, and he saw a camera begin to record between them. Tiffany squealed in the changing station next to him, and he knew the same thing had happened to her. The wall between them dropped into the floor, and Dr. von Schtupple came in holding a strange device. He pointed it at Tiffany and unceremoniously shot a net of electricity at her, connected to the muzzle of the device by a thin thread. It spread across the blackened areas, apparently causing no pain, and contracted back into the device. "What did you just do?" Tiffany asked, but the teacher only held a finger up in reply; "wait."
He flipped a switch and pointed the device at Jon, and the field of electricity bolted out, covering the areas where the gel rested against his skin. It felt like an odd tingle rippling across his torso, and a mild discomfort most likely muted by the gel accompanied it. Jon looked down to see his chest slowly ballooning out, his waist and stomach contracting, his ass inflating. In less than thirty seconds, the gel was gone, seemingly burned away by the electricity, and a large part of his body was identical to that of the girl standing ten feet away from him.
"Very good! Will you both kindly take your scrubs off so I can examine you?" Dr. von Schtupple asked, eyes gleaming behind his glasses with the earnest curiosity of a researcher.
"What?! No!" Tiffany protested, crossing her arms protectively over her chest.
"It is purely scientific and a necessary part of the experiment. I must see if you have suffered any side effects, and if the ointment has taken properly to our other test subject," he explained, turning to Jon.
Jon removed the thin shirt and dropped the pants, ignoring the unfamiliar way his new breasts bounced and jiggled with the motions. Tiffany glared at him, but did the same, punctuating every movement with sighs or quiet hmphs.
"Very good, very good!" the teacher exclaimed, turning to Tiffany and examining her with a distant demeanor, lingering on every part only as long as was necessary. She stood stock-still through all of it, looking away and scowling. He then rounded on Jon, letting out a low, quiet whistle of appreciation. He held Jon's new breasts one at a time just as he had with Tiffany, feeling the nipples harden at the touch, bouncing them, then running his hands down Jon's sides, turning him around to examine his new ass. "Perfect! A perfect success. You may both re-dress. I asked Tiffany to bring extra clothing for your affected areas, but you may wear your own clothes if you wish to. It is on the table behind you where you put your clothes."
With that, Dr. von Schtupple left, and Jon turned to Tiffany. "I didn't know these were yours. Are you alright with me wearing them, before I put anything on?"
"It's gonna be really uncomfortable without a bra, and I didn't like that stuff anyway. I figured he'd give it away to whoever the other test subject was." She shrugged.
"Uh... cool, thanks," he said, smiling. She rolled her eyes and shrugged again, getting dressed. Jon slid the panties up his legs, and they fit snugly except where his parts were concerned. As he turned to ask her for help with the bra, she snatched the lacy brown garment up from the table, deftly strapping it onto him. "Th..." he trailed off, continuing to dress. His breasts felt much lighter supported by the bra and the blue spaghetti strap top, though his arms and broad shoulders looked very odd next to them.
"I'll bring more old clothes for you tomorrow. Stay after class here," Tiffany said, quickly walking away before Jon could reply.
This would be... interesting, Jon thought as he headed to his next class. If he hurried he'd make it in time.
