"We'll be playing basketball today. Boys to that side of the gym, girls to the other."
I almost headed for the boys' side before catching myself and joining the girls. On the way, I muttered to myself under my breath.
"Jane, blink three times." It seemed that since I was calling myself Jane, commands given by that name worked as well as those by my real name, as I found myself blinking three times. Time to impress everyone.
"Jane, don't miss a shot you take. Jane, get every rebound you go for. Jane, hit your intended target with every pass you make. Jane, block every shot you attempt to block. Jane, don't foul anyone. Jane, subject to that, make every steal you can. Jane, have no adverse reactions from your breasts during this activity." Nothing seemed to happen. Then the game got underway.
It was as if I wasn't quite in control of my own body. Whenever I went to do one of the things about which I had given myself commands, something else controlled me. I made every shot I took--which, once my teammates realized that I was, amounted to a lot of shots. I grabbed rebound after rebound, and unerringly found my teammates with perfect passes. I blocked numerous shots, and defended adequately otherwise, the provision on not fouling anyone sometimes preventing me from doing so quite as effectively as I might--something I hadn't considered. And despite my breasts flying about--even constrained by the sports bra as they were--I felt no pain from them.
Both games finished, and, as usual, the teacher pitted the winning boys' team against the winning girls' team. The girls had never won. I quickly modified one of my previous commands. "Jane, foul people when necessary but don't foul out."
All that changed that day as I sank shot after shot. Lay-ups, free throws, jumpers, three-pointers, even lob shots from the half-court line, or further, went in. The boys simply had no chance against me.
After the game concluded, I commanded the teacher not to recommend me for the school's team, then removed my commands concerning my basketball ability--except for modifying the command about my breasts and physical activity to apply to all such activities, but only when I was female.
Back in the locker room, I discovered that this group was quite open during the mandatory after-class shower. There were fourteen of us and none of the others were shy about helping anyone get clean. They especially weren't shy with me, the hero of the day. I knew quite a few of their names already, and learned the rest while they were helping me get clean. Consequently I was able to issue commands to them, including one that ensured that all changes I made would be accepted as normal by them and everyone else.
All of them received my command regarding breasts and physical activity, and so I was able to increase their busts knowing this wouldn't affect them in that way. They all ended up around the same size, only a bit smaller than me--at least, my new size, since I'd decided to make myself bigger up there just so that the girls would take longer to clean them. They also received general strength and athleticism increases, and I removed all their body hair except for their pubic hair, which each girl got permanently put into her preferred cut, but most wanted that bald, too. They all got beauty enhancements as well, and after I made sure their clothes would change to fit their new forms, fourteen stunning young women turned heads as they left their locker room.
