The next class I have is P.E.; I tried to think of the best way to enjoy this next class. The answer was obvious: sneak into the girl's locker room. But first, I needed to test out if I could command myself to do something. After walking into an empty closet and locking the door, I said, "Jon, jump once." Sure enough, I jumped once. "Awesome. Okay, Jon, pull out a full sized mirror out of your pocket." It felt weird to talk to myself, but it worked. I pulled out a large mirror out of my pocket and set it up so I could see my full body.
I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the next command. "Jon, turn into a pretty 17-year-old girl with large breasts and cute clothes in one minute." I looked at the mirror expectantly to see the changes; I didn't have to wait very long.
My face was the first thing that I noticed changing. My reflection definitely had some of my original features, but it became more feminine and very pretty. My hair grew down a little past my shoulders and changed from dark brown to dirty blonde. As my frame changed a little bit, I got a little shorter and thinner, but nothing too drastic. My chest began to hurt; I figured I was about to grow my breasts. I watched the tom-boyish girl in the mirror closely. Suddenly, it felt like two balloons inflated in my chest. My reflection showed the breasts gradually expand, and they kept on getting bigger. They stopped at a large, but manageable size. I held them to verify they were real. Yep, they're real. They were somewhat heavy, but not as heavy as I imagined.
As I was examining my breast, I felt an odd sensation between my legs. I checked and sure enough I was completely female now. I knew it was coming, but it was still strange. Finally, my hips expanded and my hair fell off everywhere except my head. In the mirror, stood a very pretty girl in boys jeans and a t-shirt. I guess it was time for my clothes to change.
As if summoned, I felt something wrap around my newly formed breast, giving them support. It was a little strange to be wearing a bra, but I quickly got used to it; it was actually pretty comfortable. My t-shirt stayed pretty the same except the sleeves came a little, it got a little tighter, and it became a V-neck to show off a bit of cleavage. My boxers got smaller and turned into a pair of panties. My jeans turned into white shorts and came a short distance away from the knees; they were also very tight to better show off my figure.
"Oh yeah, I look good," I said to myself in a very girly voice as I posed in front of the mirror. The voice would take some time to get used to. I checked the time; it was time to get going. If I didn't hurry, I would miss all the best parts.
