Sarah led Jon down the hallway. "Keep that smile on, Jon, I want everyone who sees you to be excited for the game tonight." Jon felt his face stretch against his will. At least Sarah was walking like she was the school's queen - he could just fall into his Mrs. Kline strut and Sarah would feel like he was already complying with her broader instructions.
As they got near the front of the school on their way to the locker rooms at the far side of the building, Sarah suddenly stopped and glanced out the front doors.
"What's wrong?" Jon asked.
Sarah glanced at him. "Ok, never mind with the smile. That sounded really weird coming out of a face smiling at me like that. Smile when it's appropriate to smile, ok?" She shook her head. "Who knew manipulating you like this would take so much work to get right?" She gestured to the doors. "Follow me, just in case she's still here."
Sarah, with Jon right behind her, walked out the front door. Sarah glanced from side to side, then lit up as she saw a girl in a large baggy t-shirt and sweatpants sitting on a bench, playing on her phone, waiting for a ride. "I was hoping she'd be here like usual. Come on."
They walked up to a girl that Jon had seen maybe a few times in the hallway, but he wasn't sure. It wasn't a huge school, but you don't always get to know everyone outside your own grade. The girl's t-shirt had some kind of band logo on it, but didn't seem to fit her all that well, almost like it was a hand-me-down or something from an older brother. The girl glanced up when she noticed Sarah coming her way, and grimaced.
"Jon, do you know Chloe Mitchell?" Sarah asked cheerfully. Jon felt his face return to the cheerleader happy smile against his will. "You might not, she's a sophomore."
"Hi," the girl intoned in an annoyed voice.
"Hi!" Jon chirped enthusiastically. Kill me, he muttered inside. "It's nice to meet you!"
"Jon is on the cheerleading team, but he's got a little problem and I was hoping you'd be able to back me up in giving him some advice," Sarah said, a mock-serious look on her face.
Chloe sighed. "What is it?"
"Well, you see Jon's uniform here. I mean, it fits him okay, but that's really just because it's stretched over his muscles right now - that's not really a good fit, right? The problem is that it would look a lot better if it was... filled out a little more on top, don't you think?"
Chloe's eyes were daggers. "What will it take for you both to leave me alone?"
Sarah smiled. "I was just hoping you would agree with me and tell Jon he should fill out the top of his uniform more."
"You're a piece of shit, Sarah," the girl growled.
Sarah shrugged and continued smiling. "Just tell him and we'll be out of your hair."
Chloe was clearly seething, and she didn't hide it when she turned to look at Jon. "You need to fill out your chest, okay? Is that what you both wanted?" Jon kept smiling, unable to protest that this wasn't his fault at all and he didn't even know why they were bothering her. This is going to be bad, isn't it?
"Here, copy off me," Chloe snarled. She reached through the front of her shirt, and came back out with two massive peaks. Jon's eyes widened. Chloe reached up and shoved them hard into Jon's chest. He looked down and watched the uniform stretch and rearrange itself, the cloth modifying to fit two incredibly massive breasts. The weight on his chest made him briefly stumble forward, and he almost tripped again when a second later he felt a bra magically come into existence and provide some support, messing with his center-of-balance once again.
"Now leave me the hell alone!" Chloe flipped a middle finger at Sarah and turned back to her phone. Jon could see a tear falling from one eye.
"Nice to meet you?" He felt himself automatically say, but his voice was strained. He brought his hands up automatically to heft his huge chest. Holy fuck, he thought. How... what...
Sarah took Jon's arm and led him back into school. "Chloe has the largest breasts in school. Isn't that fun? She's an E-cup. She wears those shirts to hide them and she really hates when anyone brings attention to them." Sarah leaned in with a proud little smirk. "But not you, Jon. You get to be front and center with the cheerleading team tonight, and everyone will get to see just how stacked you are."
Jon was poking at himself. His arms were still large, but his chest muscles... were they still there? There was so much flesh under his uniform now, he had no idea. He tried to bring his arms up to find a way to hide them, but it wasn't much use. Crossing his arms only accentuated them, and there was only so much he could do with his hands. "Sarah, what am I supposed to do with these!"
Sarah looked at Jon with mock-confusion. "What are you supposed to do? What do you mean, Jon? Why would you be upset? You need to be proud of your boobs." She grinned. "Here, copy off me!" Sarah reached to her head and pulled a glowing wisp out, and pressed it into Jon's head.
He heard yet another internal Sarah join the chorus in his head. If you've got it, flaunt it, this one recommended. They're not just part of your beauty, they're part of your power around here! Jon felt his hands drop, and a little bit of pride swelled inside as he looked down. His posture adjusted, forcing him to stand up straighter, closer to the energy that Mrs. Kline had been impressing upon him all afternoon. He found himself back in his strut, and as he passed a freshman gawking at him, he gave him a wink and cupped his breast briefly in emphasis.
Sarah cackled. "Are we having fun or what? Come on, we're going to be late getting to the locker room."
Sarah and Jon strode past the gym to the women's locker room. Sarah began to go inside, but Jon stopped. She turned and looked pleasantly but insistently at him. "Let's go, Jon, your team is waiting."
"Sarah, I can't go in there. I'm a guy," he protested.
Her eyes narrowed. "Are you disobeying me?" she asked in a low voice.
Just do what she says! Kyla cried in Jon's head.
"I'm trying to do what you say, but you said we had to get to the locker room. And the men's is right over there. My body is just trying to do what you told it to do!" Jon tried to quickly reassure her.
She paused. "That's interesting. Good to know how you react to my instructions. But I'll just be more specific. Follow me into this locker room, Jon." And she opened the door once more.
Wendy Porter, the school's track star came out, stumbling into Sarah and Jon. She glanced up at Jon. "What the hell are you doing, trying to go in there? This is the women's locker room!" she yelled.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "I'm telling Jon to join me and the rest of the cheerleading team in there, Wendy."
Wendy shook her head. "I don't care. He can't go in there!" She turned to face Jon and poked her finger in one of his massive breasts, causing him to suck in a breath. "You need to be a girl to go in there!"
Sarah's face lit up with glee. Jon's eyes filled with horror.
"Here, copy off me!" Wendy yelled at him once more. She pulled an amorphous ball of energy from her head, swirling with hundreds of colors in rapid streaks and small firework bursts. She pushed it into Jon's chest, then stormed off.
Jon caught himself once more. His eyes darted back and forth. He reached a hand down to his crotch - and still felt Steve's package stuffed away. He looked up at Sarah, confused. "It's still there?" he said, partly in question.
She tilted her head, then smiled. "Tell me about yourself, Jon."
"What?" Something was really different in his head. It was like the lighting had changed or something. What does that mean?
"Describe yourself to me, Jon," she persisted.
"Okay? Um, I'm Jon Madison. I'm a sixteen-year-old junior. I've been a cheerleader for several years. My best friend is Karyn Black. I'm the oldest daughter in my fam-" he stopped. "I'm the oldest daught-" He tried again. Wait, no. She tried again. "I'm a sixteen-year-old girl. My name is Jon. I'm a girl. I'm-" She looked at Sarah. "I'm a girl?"
"Of course you are!" Sarah cackled again. "Gender isn't body, Jon, but if it was-" she patted Jon's breasts from underneath, "-then you certainly would have the tits for it as well. Now, which locker room are you supposed to go to?"
Jon's eyes turned to the men's locker room briefly, but then swiveled back to the door in front of her. "This one," she whispered. Lost. Confused. The chorus of voices becoming a cacophony as she tried to keep up.
"Excellent!" Sarah's grin was as wide as possible. "Ok, smile back on, cheerleader enthusiasm turned up to 11, and... in you go!" Sarah swung open the door.
And Jon found herself snapping the smile back on, lifting her chest proudly, and strutting on inside.
