"I'm honestly not sure what kind of stunt you're trying to pull here." Principal Archer said as he paced in front of Jon, bootheels clicking on the linoleum floor. The middle aged man swayed his hips with every step, and Jon tried not to stare at his bare midriff.
"Sorry sir, I don't understand."
"The dress code of this school is perfectly clear. Your attire is wholly inappropriate. We expect our students to take pride in their appearance, and that includes the uniform. Not to mention it looks extremely uncomfortable."
Jon failed to stifle a laugh at that last line, considering the bulge in the principal's tiny shorts.
"This isn't a laughing matter, young man. I'm not sure how you expect to be able to do your routines in those jeans."
Routines?"Uh, sir. I'm not a cheerleader."
"I've had enough of your sarcasm, Mr. Madison." The man then launched into a tirade about the importance of the uniform, the proper cut of the shorts, the correct knot to tie a blouse above the navel, and the acceptable bras to be worn underneath (hot pink was definitely out of the question). But Jon wasn't listening to any of it. He was too distracted by the lumpy male body squeezed into that tiny uniform. He'd seen too much of it today. It was bad enough that everybody had changed. They could at least have bodies that fit the uniforms. And people needed to be nicer to him, too.
At that thought, Jon felt a familiar pressure building in his skull. The pain intensified, and he felt as though he would sneeze. He clenched his eyes shut, but the sneeze never came. He opened his eyes and his jaw dropped at the sight.
Long, lean legs, round womanly hips, a toned flat stomach, and perfect perky breasts. Mr. Archer now had the perfect body for that uniform. Unfortunately, he still had his own head (including gray combover). And he was still talking.
"However, the uniform requires a certain flattering figure. Which you clearly do not have. In this case, I'm afraid we'll have to make an exception to the rule." He took a few steps back and sat on the edge of his desk.
"And if anybody gives you any trouble, you can come see me anytime." He crossed his legs. "Now. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
