*"Whoa, somebody's having their monthly visitor," he turned, his blood freezing in it's veins, to see Steve chuckling at him, and glancing down at his stained underwear.
"Yeah," Jon said uncomfortably. "Guess I wasn't thinking this morning."
"It's okay," Steven said, "I got you covered." He walked back toward his locker, opened it and took something out. He walked back over. "I always keep a few around just in case." He offered Jon a tampon. "Here you go."
Jon took it from him, wondering exactly how red his face was. He couldn't look Steve in the eye. Even if the football player wasn't embarrassed, Jon sure as hell was. "Thanks," he mumbled under his breath.
He smiled again and turned to walk away. When nobody was looking Jon held the tampon up and looked at it. He knew he could do one of two things. He could either go for the full experience and try the tampon, or he could try and use the rock to find a way around his period.*
Jon held the tampon in his hand for a moment as he looked around, making sure nobody else was around. He'd made the wish, so he decided that, for better or worse, he was going to go along with it. Later, when he'd gotten his fill of this life he could figure out how to change things back to something a little closer to the reality that he remembered. For now though, he was determined to see this through.
Satisfied that nobody else was around, he sat his bare butt down on the bench, spreading his legs a little. He realized at that point that, though he had the general idea, he'd never had to use one before. Jon knew that somehow it went inside, but he wasn't sure on the specifics. Taking the opportunity, knowing he'd be a few minutes late for class but not really caring, he looked down at his new genitalia. It was so weird glancing down and not seeing his penis. A thin layer of dark curly hair covered his lower lips, becoming a little more sparse as it divided itself down either side of his opening. Experimentally, he slide a finger down the crack. He wasn't really sure why, but he'd expected a little more sensitivity than he felt. Jon slid the finger slowly up and down the gash a little more before shaking himself from the trance he hadn't even realized he'd fallen into.
"Better get on with this," he thought aloud. There would be plenty of time for exploration and experimentation later. If he didn't show up in the gymnasium soon, somebody would probably come in looking for him. Reaching back toward his open locker, he held the stone in his hand. "I wish I knew how to use a tampon," he whispered under his breath.
There was a flash of light, and when it cleared Jon found that he knew exactly how to use it. Opening the plastic wrap, he held the applicator in his hand.
Here goes.
Jon stood up and put a foot up on the bench. Using one hand to open his vagina, he slid the applicator slowly into his opening, eventually pushing it all the way in and pulling the two tubes out. Glancing down, he saw the little white string dangling freely. For a moment or two, he could feel it inside, but as he moved, finding a garbage to throw the applicator in, that feeling went away and he really didn't notice it anymore. That out of the way, he pulled on a fresh pair of panty-cut underwear and a pair of gym shorts that he found in his locker.
Unlike the shorts he was used to, these were definitely shorter and they didn't have any extra room in the crotch, not that he needed it anymore. Tossing on a plain white shirt he decided it was time to make his way to class and find out what else had changed with his wish. He threw the rock in his locker and shut it.
Heading out of the locker room, he looked up when he walked into the gymnasium...
