"This is insane," Karyn whispered, running her hands over the cool, black leather that had just replaced her flannel. She looked at Jon with wide eyes. "Jon, seriously, why are we changing? And what exactly are we changing into?"
She didn't wait for an answer, immediately digging her phone out of her bag to flip the camera to selfie mode. Jon watched, mesmerized and terrified, as she inspected her reflection. On the screen, her chin-length red hair seemed to be getting messier, tousled in a way that looked intentionally provocative rather than just unkempt. "I look... different," she murmured, turning her head side to side to check her angles. Instead of fear, a spark of vanity crossed her face—the wish rewriting her reactions to accept her new nature. "Kind of edgy, actually. Do I look... good?"
Before Jon could process the question, the bell rang and the classroom door swung open. A wall of letterman jackets filled the entryway—the varsity football team. Leading the pack was Biff, the school’s star quarterback. Normally, guys like Biff looked right through Jon as if he were part of the furniture. In fact, Biff quite hated Jon. He wasn't sure if it was because he was a bit nerdy or because Sarah hated Karyn and him, but today, the wish was rewriting reality to ensure no one found it strange that Jon was with Karyn. Biff didn't look confused by their transforming clothes; instead, he slowed down, and actually acknowledged them.
He stopped at their table, leaning in close. He raked his eyes over Karyn's leather-clad form before sliding his gaze to the strip of pale skin exposed by Jon's shrinking Star Wars shirt.
"Hey, you two have a good weekend?" Biff asked as if they weren't dire enemies.
Jon froze. Karyn, however, just smiled into the phone camera, unbothered. "It was... interesting," she said.
Biff chuckled darkly, giving Jon a look that made his skin prickle, before moving to the back of the room.
"Alright, settle down!" The teacher slammed a book on the desk. "Lab partners, get your equipment."
As Jon stood up to get a beaker, he felt the fabric around his legs for the first time in as many minutes. It was smoother and... stretchier. It must've changed while he was talking with Karyn. As he walked, he could feel it clinging to his skin and pressing lightly on his crotch. He passed Leonard Drueller, the skinny nerd that most of the school ignored or openly mocked, and as he did, he could have sworn his eyes darted up to Jon's... rear. He reached back, his face burning, and adjusted them. They weren't sweatpants anymore. He glanced down as he sat to confirm.
Instead of white sweatpants, he was now wearing grey, skin-tight yoga pants that, as the moments passed, were compressing his cock and balls more and more.
