Jon had seen himself hundreds of times in the locker room mirror, given his locker's position adjacent to it in the corner of the room, but what he observed today was entirely different. His silhouette had completely changed. His body had not yet assumed a totally Venusian form, but compared to this morning it was certainly headed that way. His bottom half looked particularly different, his buttocks larger and more rounded atop similarly expanded thighs. It would be hard to tell, especially given his lack of a visible bulge, that the lower half body still belonged to a man. The thought made Jon's heart flutter. He still had enough self awareness to detect that something had shifted in the last twenty minutes, growing the strength of his mental changes, but he felt increasingly reluctant to fight them.
As Jon continued his gaze above his hips, he observed a thin, flat waist, with smooth, soft skin exposed by his cropped shirt. The flab he had been teasing in Chemistry had vanished. If he was going to be a slut, he thought, at least it seemed he would be a good looking one. Continuing up, however, his shoulders seemed untouched by the forces changing the rest of his body, and his arms only partially affected. Jon had never been a particularly broad-shouldered guy, which meant his appearance still read sufficiently androgynous, but he could sense that his shape still hadn't quite settled yet.
He gave a quick spin around, turning ninety degrees at a time to get a full read of his body. His side profile emphasized the shape of his ass, and his rear profile doubly so.
I'm shaping up to be a bit of a hottie...
The thought made Jon blush, but he couldn't object to it now. He turned his attention upward to his rose colored cheeks to observe how his face had changed. He had no facial hair whatsoever, leaving his intact jawline smooth and highlighting his now beautifully soft complexion. His nose seemed a little smaller too, and his eyebrows had definitely been shaped. His lips might have been a bit different as well, but Jon had a hard time discerning whether that was a physical change, or the result of the lip gloss he now seemed to be wearing. His visage was still similar enough, but with both masculine and feminine elements that combined gracefully. He almost looked like a model.
"GIBSON! What the hell are you doing?" Coach's yell broke him out of his trance. The locker room had emptied out, and he hadn't yet changed.
"Just a second!"
Jon quickly stripped out of his street clothes, stuffing them in his locker, and threw on his gym shirt and shorts. The shirt hung looser than usual, especially around his shrunken waist area, and ended slightly below his crotch, which left his shorts peaking out only a few inches below his shirt. It was both a decidedly feminine and sultry look, drawing a hypothetical observer to his thighs. After closing his locker, Jon glanced once more at the mirror, winked at himself, and headed out to join his classmates on the gym floor.
