Jon joined the other girls in the gym to find that he was not the only one in impractical clothing. As was the fashion, every girl dressed to impress (straight boys). The gym was filled with girls wearing too small shorts that highlighted the curves of their derriere, a fair amount of them with visible camel toe, and tops that revealed their generous endowments. The girls wearing what he would consider normal gym clothes were few and far between, being only the most conservative students among them.
He could hardly believe his eyes. This couldn't be allowed, could it? But Coach Buck surveyed the girls and didn't see any problem with their attire.
Coach blew her whistle. "All right, girls, let's warm up. Toe touches. Line up."
Jon fell into a rank of girls and bent down to touch his toes, which was surprisingly easy. Rachel's body was much more limber than his own. Her breasts tugged at his chest, jiggling as he moved down. It was hot to see but weird to feel when it was his own flesh.
The other girls also provided him with a show. He saw barely covered breasts jiggling as the girls on each side of him bent down, and the girl in front of him stuck her ass out, practically in Jon's face. For that matter, so did the other girls around her. Jon faced a whole row of sexy female asses and long, toned legs. It was like an erotic dream come true. If only he could squeeze and slap those asses and run his hands up and down their legs...
He felt a weird twisting sensation in his groin, something alien. He could only compare it to spinning corkscrews, wrapping around each other and pulling back... The feeling of the tight thong pressing against his vulva changed, and he realized this was what it felt like when women were especially aroused. It was bizarre but not unpleasant.
"Hey, nice racks, ladies!" The masculine shout shook Jon from his reverie. What the hell?
Jon and the other girls turned and saw a group of boys ogling them from the bleachers. They looked like the kind of guys Jon wouldn't think twice about as a guy, just some dudes who liked girls and weren't afraid to voice their appreciation. It felt completely different on the girl's end.
Jon snapped up to standing position, wrapped his arms over his breasts, and tried to hide behind the girl beside him. His face heated. What was he, a piece of meat?
However, the other girls giggled flirtatiously, apparently flattered. Jon couldn't understand why they weren't outraged.
"Hey, no need to be shy, cutie, with an ass like yours!" the boy called. His friends laughed.
Jon's face got impossibly hotter. "Coach, do something!"
Coach shrugged. "I'll do something if they cross the line. They're just talking. Nothing but boys being boys. If you didn't want attention, you shouldn't have dressed like that."
"Duh, Rachel." Amy giggled. "Who are you trying to convince with that innocent virgin routine?"
Jon's jaw dropped. "But, Coach!"
Coach just blew the whistle in his face. "Back in line!"
"Uh, yes, Coach." Reluctantly, Jon returned to the rank and continued toe touching with the other girls. It was still hot but now 100% more awkward with the boys shouting cat calls.
"Yeah, cutie, don't be shy! Show us that ass! Give it a wiggle!"
Jon squirmed under the attention. He accidentally wiggled his ass.
"Yeah! That's it, babe! Now, give it a slap! Slap. That. Ass."
Coach spun around and blew her whistle.
Jon felt relief. Finally, Coach would tell off the boys.
Instead, she started snapping at Jon. "Jones, stop flirting! I don't care how boy-crazy you are. Now is neither the time nor the place. If you can't concentrate, I'm going to have to give you detention. Is that clear, Jones?"
Jon stared at her, barely containing his anger. It wasn't his fault. It was the boys! But Jon couldn't risk jeopardizing the whole reason Karyn turned him into Rachel: to pick up Holli. If he was detained and couldn't pick her up, he might have to remain Rachel for the whole week. "It's clear, Coach Buck."
"Good. Now, back to warm ups!" She blew her whistle in Jon's face.
Wincing at the sound, Jon returned to toe-touching while the boys shouted which girls they would pick to have sex with, Jon among them.
"We'll see how shy you are when I'm nailing that sweet pussy, Jones!"
Finally, the toe touches ended, and it was time for jumping jacks. In other words, showing off their assets in a whole new way. It was a whole room of jiggling breasts and skirts flying up. It was the sexiest thing Jon had ever seen, and also the worst to experience firsthand thanks to their spectators.
The boys loved the display. They shouted crude things and pointed out their favorite parts. They had a grand old time. The worst part was that Jon could see himself as one of them. If things wen't differently, and Karyn didn't transform him, he might very well be among the catcalling boys watching the show. Now Jon was part of the show.
Lost in a haze of lust and embarrassment, Jon could think of nothing he could do but to continue. He would finish the class, finish school, and get this over as quickly as possible. Unless...
