The rest of the day went by with little change. Christina made it to the cafeteria for lunch. She walked cautiously through the line to get her food. Going to the table to eat, Christina tried very hard to remain discreet, but her hips continued to sway in the tight jeans, garnering unwanted attention. Beth was already sitting down and eating. Christina slid down across from her, but shyly avoided eye contact.
Beth looked up, “You okay Chris?”
“Strange things have been happening to me,” said Christina, “Like on the bus, and my clothes. I don’t know what to do.”
“Try to relax,” Beth advised, “Don’t get so stressed. Maybe –,”
Jennifer came walking by again with her posse beautiful friends. Her blonde hair bounced and flowed in the air. If some of it fell atop her prominent cleavage, she would swing her head around to remove it and simultaneously display the volume of her golden locks. All the boys stopped to stare.
Beth looked at her and muttered to Christina, “What a slut.”
Christina turned to look. Unbeknownst, her hair then began to grow. The knots were coming undone, and the dull messy hair turned smooth and shiny. Neither Beth nor Christina noticed as it happened. But when Beth turned to look at her friend, she asked, “Did you let your hair grow out?”
Confused, Christina turned around and realized her hair had grown down to her shoulders. After she became scared again, “Oh no, it’s happening again.”
“It’s no big deal,” Beth reassured her, “It’s just hair. You can cut it whenever you want. Stop stressing. Gym is next. Maybe some b-ball will help you relax.”
“Yeah, maybe.” After lunch both Beth and Christina entered the women’s locker room and began to dress into their PE attire: a white T-shirt and blue running shorts. Christina had difficulties getting out of her jeans. She wasn’t used to wearing such tight clothing. But she managed and dressed herself in her PE clothes. They however were also tight. The shorts usually hung to her knees, but now they clung closely to her legs and covered only an inch or two of her thighs. The white shirt was also more constricting and much shorter. Fully stretched, Christina could only pull it down to her belly button.
She and Beth entered the gym with the rest of the students. They all lined up as the coach approached the class. Christina fiddled with her beautiful brown hair with an innocent and playful expression of her face that she couldn’t help but making. The coach blew his whistle and ordered the students to stretch. Christina bent down to touch her toes: her shorts stretching to contain her ample ass. At first, Christina reached her gym sneakers with ease. Her manicured fingers rested comfortably around the leather. But then her legs grew, and Christina’s feet were no longer in reach. She rose up and gazed with wonder at her long, slender legs. The coach yelled at her, and she resumed stretching with the rest of the class. But instead of holding to her toes, she compulsively rubbed her smooth and soft legs with a gentle touch.
After the stretching was finished, the coach brought out a bag of basketballs for the students. All the boys went straight for the basketballs while the girls retired to the bleachers to gossip and admire the athletic boys. Beth jogged up to Christina, who was still admiring her gorgeous legs. A pair of boys jogged up opposite them, one was bouncing a basketball up and down.
“You two aren’t going to win this time,” said one.
Competitively, Beth replied, “Oh yes we will. Right Chris?”
Christina did not reply. Instead, she uncontrollably marveled at her figure. Beth then nudged her in the shoulder, and she responded, “Oh! Yeah, we’re going to win!”
“Losers take out,” said Beth mockingly to the boys. She checked the ball to one, and the two v. two game began. The boys moved swiftly around the court and moved the ball between them both. Beth hustled and defended well, but Christina was not effective on the court. Unlike the others, she was very feminine in her movements and how she ran. Beth intercepted a pass and fed the ball to an open Christina. Christina reacted quickly and reached for the ball, but her arms wouldn’t obey and very womanly patted the basketball to the ground. It came bouncing back up, and one of the boys ran through and stole possession before she could catch it. He ran quickly on the break and tossed the ball effortlessly and unopposed into the net for the first score.
Irate, Beth screamed to her, “Come on Chris!”
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, “I don’t know what happened.”
Mocking what Beth had already said, the boy teased, “Losers take out.” Beth grabbed the ball from is hand in frustration. Christina pranced across the court similar to a dancer or ballerina. Once open, Beth passed her the ball. This time Christina caught it, though still very effeminate in her technique. She turned and dribbled awkwardly down the court. The boys were soon upon her so she stopped abruptly with both hands on the ball, turned, and with her elbows bowed out, shot the ball with both arms. She let out a very light, womanly grunt from the exertion of strength. Not enough strength however, as the basketball fell short of the rim. Again on the counter, the boys stormed the other net with only Beth defending. They scored again, and Beth’s anger with Christina boiled over.
“What’s wrong with you?” she barked, already caught up in the heat of the game.
“I don’t know,” Christina explained in bewilderment, “I try to do something, but my body won’t let me.”
Trying to calm down, Beth suggested, “Why don’t sit this one out.”
Christina agreed, feeling it was better that way considering her poor form on the court. She walked to the side and allowed for Beth to call a new teammate from another game. She began to approach the bleachers to sit and think, try to clear her head. While she strutted across, unknowingly of course, another change occurred. Looking around, Christina’s eyebrows thinned for a more feminine appearance. Her nose softened, and her eyelashes lengthened. Her cheeks became full and lustrous while her lips were plump and seductive. The change didn’t alter her appearance to where she was unrecognizable, but merely enhanced her features for a more alluring presence.
She sat down quietly, unaware of her recent change. The girls were deep in their chatter. Christina sat quietly at the base. Jennifer and her entourage were also present. While talking, the blonde bombshell caught sight of Christina sitting alone just beside them.
“You there,” she called. Christina looked up, puzzled that she was being addressed. Jennifer waved her over with her finger. She obliged. Christina rose and walked the short distance, her hips swaying and her hair flowing.
Jennifer scanned her from head to toe. “You’re kinda hot. How come I’ve never seen you before?”
Flattered, Christina responded, “You think I’m hot?”
Jennifer ignored her question and asked her own, “What’s you name?”
“Chris,” she replied hesitantly.
“Hey Christy, I’m Jennifer.” She reached out and hugged Christina, her ample bosom squeezing between the two. Christina returned the kindness and cautiously wrapped her arms as well.
After releasing, Jennifer asked, “Are you new here?”
“No, actually I –,” Christina began, but stopped as David walked by the group, a basketball held underneath his right arm. All the girls began to smile. The others looked on with a friendly yet flirtatious mood in their lips. Christina looked on with a flattered, almost bashful and timid smile. She tried to hide behind the other girls, but still remained in the open. David surveyed the line of beautifully buxom girls before reaching Christina.
Still walking, he coolly said to her, “Hey,” then continued past them all.
Giddy but shy, she softly replied, “Hey,” but her voice was inaudible, and to the rest she appeared to merely mouth the word.
Jennifer asked, “You got the hots for him, don’t you?”
Shyly, Christina answered, “Yeah.”
“Well meet me after school, and I’ll help you get him.” A deviously helpful grin emerged in her eyes as she said it.
Back in the locker room, Beth discussed how she came from behind to win the game. Christina paid little attention to her. Instead, her mind was on David. She grabbed her jeans and pulled them over her curvaceous ass. They were shorter now, and more like capris than pants. The waistline was also lower, showcasing the tip of butt cleavage underneath. Her top had changed as well. Rather than the gray before, it was now a faded pink and sported a shorter hemline. Once she put it on, she realized the shirt also had a lower neckline. It only covered half her stomach and left a large portion of her chest bare, but her flat chest failed to provide cleavage for the revealing neckline to be flattering. Her sneakers were replaced by a pair of light pink high-heels. Christina sat down on the bench, her jeans stretching to reveal more of her lovely ass, and slid the two-inch heels on one after the other. She stood back up expecting to have difficulties balancing in her first time wearing heels. But remarkably, her balance was perfect. She actually felt more comfortable in the heels than in her sneakers, which confused her.
Christina glanced into the small mirror at the back of her locker and examined her modified wardrobe. The pants she didn’t mind and the heels she actually enjoyed. But the shirt she despised. Looking how it just emphasized her lack of cleavage, Christina grimaced in disgust. She looked down and grabbed hold of her tiny breasts. A quick moment later, pain rose in each one. It soon subsided and then quickly returned again. Christina clenched her breasts in agony. The pain disappeared, and her breasts began to grow in her hands. They inflated a full cup size, stretching the shirt and forming a small cleavage line up the center of her chest. Looking with amazement, Christina stroked and caressed her larger breasts in a pleasurable manner. Her back started to arch and her shoulders fell back, causing her bosom to protrude out for public display.
Her backpack was gone and in its place was a stylish little purse. Christina bent down at the waist to pick it up.
Beth finished getting dressed as well. She turned to Christina and asked, “You ready?” Christina stood back up and hoisted the purse over her shoulder, the tight jeans highlighting her curvy hips and the shirt flaunting her new cleavage.
“You ah,” she said baffled by the new look, “…look great.”
“You think so?” Christina asked, “Thanks.”
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