"Fine, whatever," Tiffany "The Stud" Sanders said. "It's not like there aren't other hotties who want a piece of this," she said, gesturing to herself. Then she turned and walked down the hall, whistling at some other unlucky (or perhaps lucky ... who knew?) boy.
"Thanks for standing up for me, Karyn," Jon said. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he said, with a sheepish smile.
Karyn checked her watch. "Crap. Jon, we're gonna be late for our next class if we don't hurry."
Jon nodded, then ran down the hall to the locker rooms, as they both had P.E class next. Karyn giggled, noticing how weird it was to see Jon run like a girl, waving his arms around wildly, but that was how boys ran in this new reality, unless they were athletes who did a lot of running and jogging. Obviously, Jon didn't.
Soon, Jon was entering the boys locker room, where boys all around him were taking off blouses, tank tops, halter tops, tube tops, skirts, miniskirts, booty shorts, tight jeans, dresses, leaving most of them in their frilly or sexy panties. If Karyn had seen it, it would have been a strange sight to see, but to Jon, everything was completely normal.
In the girls locker room, Karyn headed to her locker, looking around occasionally at all the girls removing their shirts and seeing that they all were wearing basic white bras, that actually looked a lot more like sports bras. There was nothing sexy or frilly about any of them. But that was how it was in this new reality. Girls still needed support for their breasts, but like their underpants, it was all just utilitarian.
"Better hurry up, Karyn," another girl said, noticing that Karyn was just standing there. She hadn't even opened her locker yet.
