Mrs. Finch rubbed her temple and looked down at the gray sweatpants sitting on her legs, which she had never worn before. It had the school's logo on it...a pair of track pants from one of the teams. But it wasn't the only thing on her she didn't recognize, stunned as she was. She was wearing a light jacket. The shape of it as it draped over her torso seemed...wrong, but she was afraid to unzip it and get a closer look.
Jay walked up to Tom and Monica. His face looked the same...but the rest of him..the only visible piece of clothing other than the cheerleading uniform he now wore were his shoes and socks, which definitely clashed with the revealing outfit, which....well, revealed a fit and toned feminine body that did not fit with his head..or his general demeanor. "This shouldn't be possible," his voice having gone up a bit.
"Well, duh!" Monica said. "You're supposed to be so smart...help us get inside."
"It's a locked steel reinforced door. Even if you punched through the window, you can't reach to release the door," Jay said. "I want to get inside also, but the best bet is not through that door."
"Do you want to stay out here and go through more of this?" She said.
"No..." though he wasn't quite sure what else could happen to him. "At least you have...wait...do you still have the same genitals?"
Monica slapped him. "Excuse me!?"
Jay's face stung. "That hurt!" He said.
Monica paused. She noticed...when did she get taller than Jay? She looked at him, how the uniform fit him...and the likelihood that there was no room for... "Fuck," she said, her eyes wide. She started to move her hands to check to see what was inside the shorts.
Tom looked almost sympathetic. He could still feel his junk, if nothing else.
The three awkwardly examined their bodies for the first time, as the urge to flee faded in favor of a need to see.
"We need to figure out what is going on," Jay said. "So far, they are just circling up there...they aren't going after us."
"That could change any minute..." Monica said.
Jay nodded. "Which gives us either time to get to safety or figure out what's going on." They turned to the others still pounding on the door. "Everyone," he called shrilly. "Can we think about this for just a moment?"
Inside, everyone was still panicking. They were safe...hopefully for now, but they had no idea what to do. "People being attacked by clothing?" Karyn whispered to Jon. "We need a way out of this."
Jon had nothing.
