Somehow, badminton won by a slide. It took a few minutes to pull the birdies and the battered rackets out from storage. Somehow, Joanna—Jon—had ended up on the other side of the gym, next to a net almost 150 feet away (their school had a big gym).
Karyn started the slow walk over, her hips swinging full arcs as her butt, now bubble-butt, it had swelled unnoticed by either Karyn or Jon a few minutes ago, bounced to the joy of any of the boys that noticed it.
Joanna was doing a stretch that was entirely too feminine to be accidental. He arched his back, pressing his chest out, his hands clasped behind him. Karyn watched, fascinated, as the movement pushed his hips outward over several seconds. As if on cue, his gym shorts began to slide upwards too, the fabric retreating from his knees to reveal an inch of smooth, pale thighs. Karyn watched transfixed as his stick-like thighs, now on display, and as almost as if they had been caught now they were exposed, swelled moderately in an instant to something that wasn’t… thicc but firmly feminine.
"Are you okay, Joanna? I mean Jon?" Karyn asked as she reached him, keeping her voice low.
Jon straightened up, looking flustered but oddly composed. "Yeah, I think so. Just... adjusting." He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her mouth. "Are you okay? Your lips..."
Karyn touched her mouth. Her lips felt swollen, plush. She pressed them together, realising they were definitely plumper than they had been ten minutes ago.
"And your shorts," Jon whispered, pointing.
Karyn looked down. Her standard-issue mesh shorts were betraying her. The hem had risen significantly, turning them into short-shorts that barely covered the curve of her glutes. Her legs looked miles long now, smooth and toned.
"Oh god," she muttered, feeling a mix of shame and thrill. She looked back at Jon. "Yours are shrinking too, you know."
Jon looked down and gasped. His shorts were rapidly losing length, creeping up his thighs to match hers. "What? No!"
"Turn around," Karyn commanded, a strange impulse taking over.
Jon hesitated, then obeyed. Karyn watched as the fabric of his shorts tightened, matching her own short-shorts. His ass was swelling, pulses of fat and muscles rounding out right before her eyes into a properly feminine shape—perky, soft, and inviting. It wasn't nearly as nice as hers, she noted with a sudden, competitive smugness, but it was cute. Karyn frowned at that thought. Since when did she compare herself to other women, and since when was her ass better than this perfect specimen?
Without thinking, Karyn reached out and grabbed a handful of his left cheek. It was soft but also firm and…
"Ah!" Jon moaned, his knees buckling and voice climbing. He stumbled, nearly dropping his racket, his face flushing a deep crimson.
"Sorry!" Karyn hissed, retracting her hand as if burned. "I don't know why I did that!"
"Why now?" Jon asked, breathless, his voice firmly in the female register now.
"I just... I couldn't help it," Karyn admitted, leaning in close so only he could hear. "It's wrong to just grope random women, I know that! I'm sorry."
Jon frowned, a cute little crease appearing between his brows. "That's the weird thing... I'm not offended. I know I should be, but I just... don't care. That's what freaks me out."
Fuck, Karyn cursed silently, even as a thrill shot through her. She should have been thinking about how to get them out of this situation, but instead, heat curled within her. Maybe I could finally get some sex tonight. The thought hit her like a truck. She was horny. Incredibly, distractingly horny. When had that happened? She looked at Jon—at Joanna—and then looked away just as quickly. Her eyes landed on Leonard Drullers of all people, who utterly failed to stop a birdie, causing a lost point. He looked like a breeze could blow him over, but Karyn found herself licking her lips, tasting lipstick that certainly hadn’t been there five minutes before. Karyn pulled her eyes away from Leonard, finding Biff, who winked at her, causing the heat inside her to curl tighter. She pressed out her chest at him and hoped he approved as she waved, but Joanna’s smooth voice pulled her back.
"Teammates?" Joanna asked, holding up her racket with a shy smile. Karyn looked down at her. Jeez, she couldn’t be more than 5ft 7. But that also meant Karyn was at least 5' 9” or maybe even 10”. Instead of voicing this, she said:
"Teammates," Karyn agreed.
