Jon filed in with the rest of his classmates to math class. He took a seat near the back of the class. He noticed himself passively feeling up his new assets and didn’t want to be seen if he did so again. Brian, an acquaintance of his, sat down next to him. Brian was relatively popular, but was still nice to Zion. It was really easy to tell that Brian wasn’t a virgin. He had the same body shape as Alicia, his girlfriend. His breasts were really big and he even had a shirt that revealed some cleavage. The interesting thing is that even though Alicia was black, Brian’s skin was white from head to toe. It must just be the body shape that changes.
Brian leaned over to Jon and whispered some congratulatory words to him. He balled up his small and manicured hand into a fist and offered Jon a fist bump. ‘People are really supportive of this,’ Jon thought.
It wasn’t long until Mr Andrews walked into the class. Jon saw Mr Andrews almost every single day, but he too looked different. His arms and legs were much more slender. He wore a masculine looking blouse that showed off some cleavage, nothing extraordinary, but his breasts were there. He was strangely wearing a skirt and pantyhose as well, but they definitely had a masculine aesthetic to them. Jon figured that Mr Andrews had his wife’s body and he was a little impressed that the nerdy math teacher had a partner with such an attractive body. Mr Andrews looked over in Jon’s direction as he was walking (with a sway to his hips) to the teachers desk. He made a face, not of anger or disapproval, but as if he was noting the change to Jon. He sat down at his desk and quickly typed what seemed to be an email before he started class.
The first half of math class was mostly uneventful. Mr Andrews had a more feminine way of moving as he presented the notes than Jon remembered him having before. Jon was understandably distracted, passively groping his breasts and adjusting himself in his chair while also staring at his classmates, some of whom had vastly different bodies. Were they all their girlfriends’ bodies? Did some of them have to live with their ex’s bodies? And were any of them just random hookups? There were so many thoughts going through Jon’s head. They all stopped when someone walked into the classroom door and he heard a familiar voice of Theresa Strauss, the principal.
“Jon, can you please come with me to my office?” She said to him.
