"A sports bra? What the hell are you talking about? People just don't turn into women's underwear!"
John just stared at the bra that was once Tom for a moment as he acted like he was still picking up shards of glass from the broken test tube. John knew that the situation was bad and that he had to act quickly if he wanted to keep it from getting even worse.
"John!!! Dammit, answer me! What is...."
"Tom, I can't tell you right now, but I promise that I will have answers for you in a little while. I need you to hang tight for a little while, ok? I wish that you were in my locker and that you will stay there until I come and get you after chemistry class."
The sports bra and Tom's fleece vanished from sight. John put the stone back in his pocket then got up to empty the dust pan full of glass into the garbage can. He sat back down at the table and got back to work on the assigned project. John looked around at the other tables, nobody seemed to notice that Tom was gone they all just assumed that John was just working alone.
"Alright, John-boy, how are you going to fix this," thought John as he contemplated his predicament.
