James looked down at the men's briefs in his hands. At least, he thought they had been men's briefs. While he had been observing things in the locker room, somehow the briefs had lost the normal creases in the front and had gained a slight frilly edge around the waist, and a small bow in what he assumed to be the front, as well as a slight green tint. James wanted to throw the panties on the floor, but instead found himself removing his towel in preparation of getting dressed.
James sat down on the bench, and began to slide the garment, which now felt silken to him, up his legs. He tried to stop himself, but he could only watch as he felt his arms slowly pull up what he somehow knew were his panties. As he adjusted the ill fitting garment around his manhood, he noticed that his pubic hair was now neatly shaven into a little heart. To his further terror, the hair was no longer his customary sandy brown, but was now a deep shade of blood red.
James then felt his body stand up and reach for more clothes. "No, not that...!", he thought to himself, as he picked up a lacy, dark green, B cup bra, which, unbeknownst to him, matched the current color and style of his now sexy, dark green lace panties (or at least James would have found them sexy, if his penis wasn't sticking out the side of them). He started putting on the bra as if he had done so a thousand times. As his arms began to perform what appeared to be a pantomime of fitting his non-existent breasts into the cups, he felt the flesh under the garment swell until he was no longer pretending.
His breasts grew so large that they swelled over the lacy edges of the bra. For a moment, James felt some pain from the too-small underwear, but the pain disappeared as suddenly as it arrived...as did the bra.
James stared in amazement as his (what he guessed were) C cup breast giggled in the cold, damp air. The staring didn't last for long, however, as he found himself reaching into his locker for what turned out to be yet another bra. This one was the same color as the previous one, albeit somewhat transparent, and was even skimpier than the first. James suspected that it had even less fabric than the original one, even though the tag on this one read "DD". James involuntarily gulped as he read that.
His body began to put on this bra in the same manner as the first, and, just like the previous time, his boobs swelled to overflow the flimsy cups. However, this time instead of feeling discomfort, he felt pleasure. His member began to stand erect, which looked ridiculous poking around his lacy panties, until the fabric began to fight back against the strain. James still felt his erection, but the pressure of the silken garment pushed the hardness into itself until it was nothing more than a little nub. Although the rational part of his mind screamed against what he was feeling, he found himself squirting a few small drops in what was an otherwise powerful orgasm. After the feeling subsided, James could only feel emptiness between his, now her, legs.
So distracted was James by the events down below, that she was startled to realize that she could once again feel a cool draft on her chest. She wasn't sure how big her breasts were now, but she shuddered as she remembered that they were overflowing the now vanished DD bra. However, she wasn't exposing herself for long as her hair suddenly sprung from her head down her front and back to reach down to her rear, which, she would soon find out, had swollen out into a sexy heart shape. She took note that the curtains matched the carpet, so to speak.
She screamed to herself to stop as she found her now shapely young body reaching into the locker for more clothes. She almost sighed in relief when her hands did not extract another, larger bra, at least until she realized what the garment was that she now held. She had retrieved a black, leather mini-skirt that she discovered, after she peeled it up her now hairless legs, would barely cover her rear and, shudder, pussy. Adding insult injury, her panties had somehow decided that they would rather be a thong, and now dug into her cheeks accordingly.
James' new body turned toward her locker to, she assumed, retrieve more clothes. However, instead of reaching for the last item of clothing she had in the locker, something that looked like a tiny, leather bikini top, she found herself closing it. James was shocked that whatever had done this to her would leave her topless, but was at least somewhat relieved that her blood red hair did a good enough job of covering her colossal jugs. Part of her even suspected that her hair would do a better job covering her than the skimpy top that was left behind. At least it would have, had her traitorous arms not just brushed back her hair to tie up into two long ponytails.
"Hey Jamie!", James heard someone call out near her. Oddly, her body moved to respond to the salutation. "You're not going to go do the team interview topless again are you?", said a young woman with long blond hair and a figure almost as impressive as Jame's own, that was standing at Sam's locker where the tomboy used to be. She was dressed in the same leather outfit as James, only she was not topless.
James found herself suddenly speaking in a sultry alto. "Of course, Sammy! You know how much I like having the twins on display," she said shaking her chest, "even if they'll just end up pixilated on the TV broadcast."
"Don't be so sure," Sammy responded, "those WBAB techs can be kind of absent minded. It wouldn't be the first time."
"Maybe so," replied Jamie while cupping her breasts, "but that's the kind of exposure the team needs if we're going to be famous. Just you wait and see, the Succubi will soon be a household name!"
Sammy giggled to herself. "You're crazy, you know that? Although I wish I could be as daring as you."
"Hey, with a name like Jamie Streaker, you get used to showing yourself off."
Jamie Streaker!?!, James, er, Jamie, thought to herself. The male part of her mind wasn't sure what she should be more horrified of: her new name, that she was about to go on TV topless, or the fact that she suddenly felt a shiver of cold air on her pussy, and knew that she was now going commando as well.
