Changing

Rachel gulped, trying to open her bag and pull out her gym gear without revealing her near bare lower half to the now full changing room, as boys all around her changed themselves. They might think she’s a boy now, but a look at her panties would raise questions. For once Rachel was grateful she wasn’t gifted with any tits, as they seemed to be saving her now. But she’s have to change soon, or the coach would come in and drag her out for not being changed. And then she’d be in front of her whole year in just panties. Rachel shuddered at the embarrassment of that.

With great difficulty, she got a hold of her pants, and began to pull them on over her legs. Nobody paid her any mind, which she was glad for, bar the occasional glance that didn’t last. When her pants were finally on and covering her panties she stood up, no longer needing the bag as cover. She fought the urge to cover her mosquito bites with her hands, as it would only give her away. Instead she searched her bag for her top, which took a while to find, leaving her chest exposed for longer than she’d like. She thankfully didn’t have to worry about stealthily putting on a bra, she hadn’t even brought one, it’s not like anything bounced when she ran anyway. So it was simply a case of pulling on the t shirt that completed her gym gear and she was ready, around the same time as everyone else. She filtered out of the changing room with the other boys, trying not to think about having to change back afterwards.