I looked down at my hands, pressed tightly against my crotch, then looked up at Bobbi. Up? Oh no. She'd been a bit tall for a girl, and I'd been a bit short for a boy. Now that we switched genders, I was a short girl, and she was a tall boy. She was almost a full head taller than me!
We both jumped back in shock. The effects were still taking place. Bobbi was getting all of my secret, not just my genitals. Her hands shot up to her chest and her mouth dropped open in a gasp, a single word escaping: "falsies." I mirrored her, but made the opposite discovery. She had my A-cup fake breasts, and I had grown my own very real ones at about the same size.
We stood there gaping at each other. Fortunately, our clothes changed sizes with us and still fit, but I knew the other girls would notice we looked different. I couldn't think about that for too long, though, because Amy poked her head out of the back door and called us back in. I guess her conversation with her mom was over.
