My vision cleared and I glanced down to see my abs were now rock hard and my biceps bulging; unfortunately, the blonde hair hanging down either side confirmed that my head didn't match this example of hyper-masculinity - <http://curveball-swap.deviantart.com/art/Friends-453487648>
"Fucking great," I sighed, wondering if I was a guy or a girl here. Either way, people would probably cal me a freak, jocks (like I now was in body) didn't have heads that looked more at home on cheerleaders, while girls weren't normally be so buff. The best I could hope for was for people to call me dyke. I shuddered at the thought and at how ignorant and disgusting high school kids could be sometimes. Actually, I thought, perking up a bit, considering there were two people in that photo and I was only one, maybe this was normal now; a thought that I found comforting.
Sighing, I unzipped my shorts and slipped a hand in to see if I was still a guy down there, or if that too had changed.
