Jon shouted in triumph. He found one that was "normal", well normal compared to the other fetishy outfits. What he was carrying to the bathroom was a women's referee outfit.
It covered a remarkable amount of skin compared to the others. A black baseball hat. A very small and very femininely cut, button-up referee shirt. A whistle. Some black jean shorts with a white belt. And thigh-high stockings with a white stripe at the top.
That left the worst part. The heels. They were probably about 4 inches. Styled to look like a soccer or football cleat, in black and white colors. Jon couldn't figure out how anyone would be able to walk with the heels on a field. The point on the back of the heels looked like it was 1/8th of an inch.
Jon thought it sounded like an easy sprained ankle but thankfully he would only be walking home. On the sidewalk. Hopefully, no one would look at him, or notice, or take photos.
There was also a black thong and a black push-up bra. The bra was a large A cup. For some reason, Jon couldn't help himself by the time he notice he had actually put everything on he realized he put the thong and bra on.
Not like he could do anything about it now. It was a struggle enough to get the too-small shirt, jean shorts, and heels on. He didn't have time to take them off and put them back on.
Jon took a few laps around the bathroom. Unaware of the slight sway of his hips or the jiggling on his chest. He almost noticed the black hair but he just tucked it behind his ear like he did that every day even though his hair had never been that long.
Jon opened the door to the bathroom to find the hallways empty. He waited for a moment to adjust the jean shorts by giving them a quick tug down over his slight but female ass and slight female hips. He then tightened the belt because his waist had since shrunk.
He was going to walk towards the doors to go outside but his eyes caught a clock. The time read 1:15 PM. That wasn't right. School just ended but suddenly the clock jumped back two hours.
Jon felt like he should walk towards the gym for some reason. He might as well. He didn't want to get caught leaving school early and get in trouble.
It was then that Jon stopped and looked down.
"What the fuck!" cracked Jon. Where the shirt barely bit before it looked like it almost fit. And... oh fuck he was growing breasts. This wasn't good. He quickly confirmed the tag on the bra. Fuck he was going to grow B cups.
Looking back he could see his rear swelling out. This was really bad. He turned around quickly looking for the stone. Black hair flipped into his eyes.
The stone was gone also. That was when he heard it. It sounded like people were in the gym. Exercising or having a class.
In fact, the Gym class that he was in took place exactly at this time. Karyn, Sarah, Biff, Zoe, and Athena were in the class to name a few.
Jon started sprinting. His now B-cups bouncing. He was pretty good at sprinting in the heels actually. A little too good.
Well, it wouldn't last forever. Jon tripped collapsing on his breasts. He sat there for a moment. Resigned. He could hear the voices and the squeaking of shoes on the hardwood floor only a hundred feet down the hallway.
He finally pulled himself up and did a quick assessment. He had an even more hourglass-like shape and his ass was now a bubble butt. In fact, the black jean shorts didn't fit over his whole ass anymore, leaving a few inches uncovered.
Sighing, he sinched the belt again and almost started walking. But he was struck by Deja Vu. Glancing on the tag just to check he was relieved to see that he was only going to grow C cups. Shaking his head he continued down the hallway again.
As he walked he practiced. Made sure his hips swayed back and forth perfectly. Made sure to put on a heeled foot directly in front of the other to accentuate the effect.
As he neared the door he did one more check. Looking down he could see how tight his shirt was getting. It was time to unbutton some buttons to relieve some pressure. The small D cup bra was almost full so that should be the last change.
Wait! no! Jon sprinted back to the locker room to grab the clipboards. He was here to assess the students and there was no way he could keep it all straight.
Stepping through the doorway to his office his hips bounced off the doorframe. Jon didn't mind. A small price to pay for sexy hips. He grabbed the clipboard and was about to leave when he remembered something else.
He quickly peeled his shirt off and took off the bra. He had no idea why he decided to wear a small D cup bra when he had E cups. It was really unpleasant. He pulled the shirt back on, admiring how it hugged his figure and his tits.
He made sure that it was buttoned so that only an inch or so of cleavage was visible. Oh and one more thing. She turned around and grabbed her name tag.
She was the new PE teacher and people might struggle with her name. She pinned the tag on her shirt and took one last look in the mirror.
The new head of special PE projects. Ms. Amber Harris.
She left the office with the clipboard.
It was time to whip them into shape.
