( I would like to just let everyone know that, I didn't write this, I only changed a few things. This branch was actually written by chickenchaos, the credit goes to them! Not me! )
Tiffany Sanders was typically late to her first period class, and today was no different. What was different, however, was the fact that Tiffany felt a small twinge of guilt at her blatant tardiness. She couldn't say why, but Tiffany felt that today bore some special significance, one that was a little spoiled by being late.
Shaking the feeling off, she made to get her homework from the night before, which is to say collect it from whichever dweeb she had manipulated into doing it for her yesterday. The teacher had just stepped out to take a call, so Tiffany took the opportunity to stand up and head towards... who had done her homework this time? She stopped, puzzling over the sudden blank of which exactly of the class's many losers she had coerced into helping her. Oh well, whoever they were could have quite possibly turned it in already, and worst case scenario she simply fails to turn in another assignment. Nothing out of the ordinary there.
As Tiffany returned to her seat, she noticed her hands seemed strange. Her long nails were now bare of any polish, whereas Tiffany could have sworn she had painted them red three nights ago. When did she change them? Well she must have, obviously. Obviously nail polish doesn't just remove itself. Tiffany chuckled to herself, determined not to reject any more weirdness and just have a normal day at school...
And she did, at least from her perspective, though her perspective of normal had been changing radically over the first three periods of the school day. As the first period had dragged on, Tiffany's shoulder length brown hair had begun to grow longer and longer until it reached her waist. While that was happening, the brown color darkened until it was raven black. Tiffany then reached into her purse and pulled out a rather plain light blue hair scrunchy that she hadn't owned before - let alone would have owned before - and pulled her long dark locks into a ponytail. Her nails then gained a french manicure as they shortened a few centimeters, sacrificing the femininity of their previous length for practicality. Tiffany's makeup remained mostly unchanged, except that now it wasn't as heavily applied as before, it was just a light blush on her cheeks to cover a sprinkling of freckles that had appeared, some lipstick and a dash of eyeliner. Perhaps the most striking change was in her height, as Tiffany had shrank a good seven inches from her previous height of five foot five to a petite four foot ten.
Tiffany's body had then began to change. Her breasts had swelled from an already impressive C cup to CC cups and seemed to feel as if they were heavy. Tiffany's false tan had disappeared, replaced by a more fair tone, as if she rarely went out in the sunlight. It was then that Tiffany began to feel a slight discomfort in her belly - almost as if she was bloated - which then increased causing her to groan as a small bump appeared at her waistline. Tiffany's belly then slowly begin to expand, she could feel something growing inside of her belly, until it looked like Tiffany was nine months pregnant - with twins. Tiffany looked down at her pregnant belly and rubbed her hands over the skin almost tenderly.
Overall, Tiffany's features were still quite similar, though anyone who remembered both her old and new selves would be more likely to place them as cousins than one and the same. Tiffany's apparel had changed as well, and not just to compensate for her new height and belly. Gone were the tube tops and miniskirts that had dominated Tiffany's wardrobe for most of her adolescence. Instead, Tiffany's clothing were far more plain and modest, though they still hugged her in a few areas, but definitely favoring function over form. She wore a light blue long-sleeve shirt that was both baggy and tight where it needed to be, keeping her belly covered with no skin exposed, a high neckline and a modest bra that supported her milk filled breasts.
Where Tiffany had come to school wearing dozens of clinking bracelets and charms, she now wore a gold heart shaped locket around her neck. Tiffany now also wore a pair of black sweat pants that fit comfortably around her extended waist. Her usual high heels were long gone, traded in for a pair of white sneakers. Her purse that she was carrying over her shoulder changed into a tan canvas shoulder bag.
And the changes were hardily limited to the outside, either. Tiffany had continued to forget things, as well as change her mannerisms and actions altogether. She had gotten lost on her way to her second class, and needed to stop to ask for directions to find a class she had been going to all year. Her usual disdain and arrogance had been slowly replaced by a more quite air, and she now kept her interactions with others as brief as possible, Tiffany was now practically avoiding everyone. Her blue eyes that had once held arrogance now held nervousness and some fear. Her familiarity with her surroundings had slipped further and further from her grasp until Tiffany didn't even recognize her old friends, and she passed Biff Meadows, her former friend Sarah McMillian's boyfriend, without so much as a second glance as her eyes stared at each new face with wariness. Tiffany had lost her seductive posture and walk during second period, adopting a more cautious and nervous one, and halfway through the third she had acquired a slight stutter.
Tiffany had grown up a good girl until she had met Sarah and joined the popular crowd, becoming a manipulative, vain creature, obsessed with appearances and categorizing those around her as either the useful to be manipulated or the useless to be scornfully dismissed. She had rode along with her friends, and enjoyed her position as the second most popular girl at school. But now Tiffany, along with the rest of the school, had become convinced that she was an outsider to the school's social structure, a newcomer just moved here with her family not three days ago. This new Tiffany cared nothing at all for the petty dramas her fellow teenagers based their world around, and the only extent to which she cared of her peer's attention was when it was unwelcome and when she felt threatened. And thanks to the fact that she was most likely the shortest, and one of the prettiest girls at most of her schools, Tiffany remembers receiving all manner of unwanted attention.
Whereas the old Tiffany had reveled, basked in the ogling of the male students upon her female form, the new Tiffany found it uncomfortable and a little intimidating, even a little frightening. There was a memory of one time where a boy wouldn't take no for an answer and he took advantage of her and forced himself on her. Tiffany had to lean against the wall as she quickly removed one of her hands from her pregnant belly to wipe away the tears that were forming in her eyes. Even though nothing like that had happened before to her, the results of...the incident were growing in her. Even with everything that had happened, the new Tiffany couldn't bring herself to hate the two little girls that she was now carrying, whereas the old Tiffany would have gotten rid of them as soon as she found out about them.
Tiffany finish wiping her eyes and took a deep breath, pushing herself from the wall and turned her attention back to the busy hallway. With all memory of the school's layout and halls forgotten, the teenage mother-to-be found herself lost again. "Where are the restrooms?" she mumbled quietly to herself as she looked down at the school map that she now held in her hand, then glancing over the heads of the crowd mulling towards the cafeteria. Tiffany searched with increasing franticness and fear, until finally she happened upon an unmarked bathroom door. She sighed in relief as she then pushed herself through the door.
Jon had made his way to the bathrooms in the west wing of the school, the one section of the school that had not seen refurbishments in the past sixty years. His change of clothes should be in the nearest bathroom stall, as they always were. Pausing in front of the mirror, Jon touched up his hair, which now framed a heart shaped face.
Turning to enter the stall, Jon's tight shirt brushed against his nipples, sending a shiver down his body. Glancing down, he found that for the third time his nipples were poking out. Pulling the shirt off, Jon inspected his chest. Now not only were the nipples themselves the size of thimbles, but the areolae were now a good inch and a half across and a bright pink in color. Combined with his collapsed stomach, it made Jon's torso seem rather androgynous indeed.
Reaching up on instinct, Jon gasped as as a finger brushed against the sensitive mammary, a warm pleasure that felt wonderfully familiar despite having felt nothing like it until History class. Rubbing his long fingernails along the wide circles, Jon began to sway to the waves of pleasure across his body. As his breath lapsed into a series of moans and gasps, Jon's voice went up again, this time to a rather feminine mezzo-soprano.
Jon's experimentation came to an abrupt end when the bathroom door swung open with a squeak, causing Jon to jump back with a yelp. He instinctively covered his arms over his exposed nipples, though why he couldn't say.
The girl, a short girl with her long black hair in a ponytail, bangs almost covering her eyes and a big round stomach, seemed just as shocked as Jon. She quickly looked down as she spoke in a quiet voice, "I am s-so sor-sorry, I d-didn't know t-th-that anyone was i-in here."
"Oh its quite alright," Jon said, quickly regaining his composure.
Despite her size, the girl looked to be about Jon's age, "These bathrooms are a little confusing, as the school board never replaced the ones that were pinched decades ago. You must be new here."
She nodded but still wouldn't look up, "Y-yes, I am. M-m-my family has j-ju-just moved here th-three d-days ago. My n-name is T-Tiffany, Tiffany S-Sa-Sanders."
Jon smiled and, noticing the way Tiffany was acting, quickly pulled his shirt back on.
"A pleasure. I'm Jon Madison, though most people ring me up by my surname," he paused for a second as his eyes focussed on the girl's belly. "Not to be insulting, Tiffany, but are you pregnant?"
As soon as he said that, Tiffany's entire body tense and she looked up at him, blue eyes glowing with emotion. Jon could see fear, nervousness, a small bit of anger, lots of sadness, and an equal amount of shame. He was so startled by Tiffany's eyes that he almost missed her response, "Y-yes, I am."
Jon waited for her to say more but from the way Tiffany was staring at nothing, he asked another question. "Tell you what, you met any mates here yet?" Tiffany shook her head as she looked down at the ground once again. "bleedin' brilliant, then. How about thou come eat lunch with me and my group then? Nicole's a frog, but Karyn's a nice girl once you get to know her, what do you say?"
Tiffany looked back at Jon in surprise, almost as if she were shocked that someone wanted to be around her, "Y-you mean, you w-want to be f-friends w-wi-with me?" at Jon's nod she gave a small smile, "T-thank you, I would like that." Here she paused, suddenly remembering why she was looking for the bathroom in the first place. "Um...I take it the lady's room is down further?"
"That's right, take a right, you're looking for the red door. Wait for a spell after your done, I shan't take a moment." Tiffany excused herself, as she went out Jon could have sworn he saw tears of happiness in her eyes, and he went to change. Most of the clothing was about the same, the shorts now a little tighter and the shirt now a bit short at the bottom. The underwear was about the same, but was now accompanied by a garment that Jon didn't recognize as a training bra. His shoes were now glossy black flats that fit Jon's new feet perfectly. Two small studs sat at the bottom of the bag, and Jon pulled them out, and placed each one in his ear, each fitting in perfectly despite neither one having been pierced until the moment Jon put the studs in.
Stepping out and meeting with the girl who was at once his new friend and old enemy, Jon led Tiffany in the direction of the cafeteria, striking up a conversation on the head cheerleader Sarah McMillian and her bitchy clique of tossers. The two hit it off, and soon it was evident that Tiffany Ann Sanders was the perfect friend for Jon. Which, of course, which was just what the architect Jon's change had intended her to become.
