Back at the High School, the class headed back to their changing rooms to change out of their gym clothes. Bert and Gillian brought up the rear, after Gillian had received the proper scolding for being both late and not wearing the right sort of clothing.
Gillian had, of course, only responded to the coach's berating in her usual nonsensical manner, which only infuriated the coach further. She and Bert had a good laugh about it once they were over, and they headed back to for Bert to change out of his gym clothes. Both friends had continued to change, with each losing age, Gillian shrinking down, and Bert's features growing softer and curvier. No one questioned him when he entered the girl's locker room, and he accessed the locker he thought was his without any problem.
"I swear, someday you'll give the coach a heart attack," Bert informed his friend.
"Maybe the coach needs one," Gillian replied.
"That's a horrible thing to say!"
"What? Not a fatal one! Just, you know, a minor one."
Bert just shook his head and laughed, as he stripped off his gym clothing. The adult man paid no attention to the teenage girls in various states of undress around him, and they returned the favor.
Bert reached into his locker, pulling out a set of clothing and putting it on, paying no heed to how strange it looked on him.
