After setting their bags down at their desks, Jon and his classmates were directed to head to the library, so as to gather research material for the upcoming synthesis essay. Grabbing his notebook from his messenger bag, Jon followed the rest of the crowd. Halfway down the hallway, Jon's foot slipped out of his shoe, and he had to double back for it. Strange, he thought, the shoe seemed to fit perfectly. It shouldn't have slipped loose at all. Of course, what Jon didn't realize was that his feet, and shortly afterwards his shoes, had shifted in size from a men's 12 to a women's 7.
Upon reaching the library, Jon began collecting information for his essay. While the previous night Jon hadn't even decided on a subject for his essay, now he knew every source, every piece of information to collect. Within five minutes Jon had gathered all his source material, and within thirty he had written a rough draft of the essay. By this time Jon's nose had shrunk until it was a cute button shape, and his Adam's apple had receded back into his neck.
Jon was heading towards the computers to make a final draft when something, or rather someone, caught his eye. Steve "The Stud" Farber was a star athlete on the football team, a friend of Biff and a notorious flirt. Currently Steve was hitting on a trio of girls from the dance team, and doing a piss poor job of it, in Jon's opinion. Steve was a chauvinistic ass, and yet Jon couldn't help but stare at him. Or rather, the muscles that strained the jock's tight shirt at every flex and stretch. The ripple of muscles seemed downright hypnotic, like a train wreck. A really hot train wreck. What was Jon thinking? Steve was a guy. And besides those moves he's trying on the girls are totally phony. Totally not Jon's type.
Tearing his eyes away from Steve's rock hard bod (if only he wasn't such a douche...), Jon looked down to realize his nipples were erect. Hastily covering the bumps poking through his shirt, Jon made his way to a library computer and sat down. Glancing under his shirt, Jon was embarrassed to find that they were as rigid as they would be in below twenty degree weather. The fact that the nipples had swelled to the size of thimbles was something Jon paid no mind to.
Returning to work, Jon managed to get halfway through final draft before the bell rang for the end of class. Jon gathered his things, making his way towards the door. On his way out, Jon noticed Steve had gotten a bit too forward with one of his quarries, and his advances were now bordering on molestation. Jon strode over to the pair, and raised a single thin arch of an eyebrow at Steve. Catching Jon's look, Steve immediately retreated, knowing full well what Jon could do if he ignored the implication. As Steve scampered off, Jon's eyes followed his fleeing posterior. Scumbag or no, Jon could still appreciate a nice body.
Jon shook his head in confusion. Here he was lusting after another man again! Jon looked back at the girl Steve was hitting on, looking her up and down and trying to gain the same sense of attraction he used to have. Now, however, Jon's mind seemed to only analyze the girl, noting her cute top and earrings but feeling no pang of desire. Looking again at Steve, Jon found the strange sense of sensuality from before, but even that was unlike the usual feeling he seemed to remember. His penis remained utterly flaccid, while his nipples jutted out beneath his athletic shirt again. But after a few moments Jon's memories shifted, and he forgot the sensations he felt at the sight of an attractive young woman, or even that he had felt any sort of attraction at all to that. Instead, Jon had always felt that stirring feeling at a sight of the masculine form, a longing, and emptiness...
Jon shook his head. He really needed to stop such trains of thought for now. Certainly, it wasn't wrong to indulge in a little sight seeing, but neither was he dominated by such carnal emotions, or otherwise he would be no better than pigs like Steve. And anyhow, Jon needed to move on with his day. He made his way to his classroom to pick up his bag, and made his way towards the cafeteria for lunch. But first, Jon needed to stop by the bathroom. Time to change...
