Even though Jon hated this, turning into a—
He couldn’t keep his eyes from following Karyn’s silky red hair as it brushed her shoulders, or the sway in her walk or the press of her breasts into her white t-shirt as the neckline slipped slowly downward. He glanced down and he hadn’t noticed it before just as he still didn’t notice the slight sway in his walk, Karyn’s pants were now tight skinny jeans, cupping slender legs and thighs and a nice but rather unexceptional woman’s ass.
"Karyn," Jon hissed, leaning in close as they navigated the crowd. "Why aren't you freaking out? Look at you. You’re changing, you didn’t care about you grade, you hardly reacted when Biff talked to his. Biff. He hates us. And you walk around swaying your hips around like a slut.”
Karyn slowed, glancing down at her outfit. "I don't know, Jon. honestly? I didn't even notice until you said it. It just feels... natural. And Biff… Maybe he isn’t so bad you know?”
“But he hates us?”
“Well not anymore, and he’s kinda cute don’t you think?” Karyn said and Jon watched with mixed arousal and terror as the slight acne on her face started fade. What did Karyn say? Biff?
He thought of Biff, how he could throw the best throws, his strong arms and that butt. God he was such an asshole but he was kinda cute—
Jon shook his head, soft brown hair spiraling around him. He couldn’t think of Biff like that.
“Are you okay Jon?”
“Y-yeah. I just…” Jon said, stuttering. He wet his lips with his tongue as he tried not to think of it.
“Shit, do you think he’s cute too?” Jon didn’t even react just blushed, the feeling of arousal between his legs feeling concerningly more central by the moment. Karyn looked conflicted. “I don’t know why I wasn’t but… yeah this is seriously fucked. We’re both turning into… you said sluts. Why did you say that?”
“Because you… I don’t know, and I am not turning into a slut,” Jon protested.
Karyn frowned. Were her lips a little plumper? She reached out and grabbed his chest through his cut-off Star Wars shirt and palmed one of his AA cups. Wait were they bigge—
Karyn squeezed and Jon nearly fell to his knees as he moaned from the sensation, his voice cracking.
“Shit sorry, I… That was forward of me I just thought that this was the most obvious way to point out that you’re definitely turning into girl…”
Jon found a wall to lean against as he breathed quickly. “Goddamit Karyn you got to fight it.”
“But it… Look I… really don’t want to be like this. I don’t want to go around sucking guys cocks or having massive tits. I was so fucking happy this morning to be back to normal but I… It’s all too natural,” Karyn said. Her eyes glazed over for a moment as she slipped into her imagination, thinking about cock---
Before Jon could answer, the crowd parted. Sarah McMillan, the head cheerleader, strutted by. She didn't look confused by their appearance; the wish had taken care of that. Instead, she cast a withering, superior sneer at them, the kind reserved for those she despised. Trailing behind her was Steve Farber, a linebacker who usually hung out with Biff.
As Steve passed, Karyn’s expression shifted instantly. The panic vanished, replaced by a bright, sugary smile. She raised her hand, fingers wiggling. "Hi, Steve!" she chirped, her voice pitching up an octave.
Steve flashed a grin and kept walking. Jon grabbed Karyn's arm, pulling her aside. "You hate those guys," he whispered frantically. "You just flirted with Steve Farber. You smiled at him!"
Karyn blinked, the smile dropping as she looked down at her own hand in horror. "Fuck... it just happens," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It feels natural. It feels right, Jon. We need to figure this out."
"You two need to figure out what class you're getting to!" a teacher barked from a classroom doorway, glaring at them.
"Sorry!" Karyn squeaked. They scrambled toward the gym doors at the end of the hall. As they walked, Karyn glanced sideways at Jon, her brow furrowed in a mix of confusion and suspicion. "And why are you acting all high and mighty? You waved at him too, Jon."
Jon stumbled. "I... what?"
"You waved. A little finger wave. Just like mine."
Jon felt a cold sweat break out on his neck. He replayed the moment in his head. Did I? The memory was hazy, but he felt the ghost of the muscle movement in his right hand. He hadn't even noticed he was doing it.
They reached the locker rooms. The humid smell of chlorine and sweat hit them. Karyn bit her lip, looking at the girls' door, then back at him. "See you on the other side," she muttered, disappearing into the girls' room.
Jon stood alone in front of the door marked 'BOYS'. He stared at the sign, a sudden, overwhelming wave of reluctance washing over him. It wasn't just fear of being seen in his yoga pants; it was a deeper, visceral wrongness. He didn't want to go in there. He felt like he didn't belong in there anymore. Taking a shallow breath, Jon forced his hand to the handle and pushed, stepping reluctantly into the masculine noise of the locker room.
