Jon quickly shuffled in with the rest of class, trying not to look anyone in the eye. He felt so awkward in these clothes, much more so because his penis felt like it would burst at any second in the soft panties. He covered his crotch with his hands, but really there wasn't much for him to hide.
To everyone else, he looked like a flat girl with a rather tight and cute ass. They still treated him like Jon, but dressed as he was, he looked like the rest of the teenage girls in the class.
"Hey Jon," Karen whispered to him.
"Hey," he said back. He glanced at her, and she offered him a smile.
"You look great," she said, not looking away from the gym teacher explaining the work out for the day.
"What?" He turned to look at her, but she only smiled wider.
"Pink is really your color." He started to say something, but she shrugged her shoulders, causing her breasts to bounce a bit. He glanced at her breasts threatening to pop out of her shirt. He must have been staring for a while, because everyone around him began to move.
"Come on, move that cute ass," she said. "We're running today." She slapped his butt, sending a shiver of pleasure through him. A few drops slipped out of his tiny dick as he jogged after her. Even with that, he kind of liked hearing her call him 'cute.'
The class headed out of the gym to the track. He kept pace with Karen, glancing at her large breasts (as were most of the guys), but she had her eyes on him, dropping back to watch him run in front of her for a bit before catching up. By the time class was over, he felt more than ready to explode and redder than a tomato, and it wasn't from the mile they were made to run. He thought everyone's eyes were on him and even if they couldn't see his dick, they all saw him in the tight girls clothes.
"Bring the stone to lunch," she said as they parted to get changed back into their normal clothes.
