The P.I.N.K. Plan

Honestly speaking, I am going to keep the plan a secret, it heeds more suspense that way. And the story here is about my life, so I don't want to hear any hush hush about it. Okay? Fine. Where was I again? Oh yeah, making sure Kyle gets the justice he deserves - both off the court and on the court.

School was nearing an end, and thank God for that! I talked about my family about getting a job now and doing college if I ever had the conditions to have the kid - the doctor was three days from this point, we're doing constant check-ups because X-pregnancies were wonky. 50% of them were normal and the other 50% were chaotic.

But the idea was communicated across the whole group - Giullia, Francine, Sarah, Amber, Phillip and Andre - everyone knew we were going to do something, especially because of the actual increase in girls across our grade. Sure, 10 new girls across 4 different classes isn't a lot, but I felt it in my gut that Kyle had also used X-Change to snuff the flames out of snitches, people against him and for other reasons. I was patient zero of this and I wanted that asshole gone.

"So, we're looking for Velma Chalmers? Chalmers wasn't that linebacker that had a crazy mohawk? That the school fined him for celebrating it with the small gesture?"

"Yep, that guy. That's why it is weird that he transfered to a better school and his 'cousin' filled in. The cheerleaders are nasty against new recruits."

"So you're telling me that the cheerleaders are onto Kyle's compliance or feminization campaign? That's... A choice."

And right now, me and the unlikely trio of Sarah and Andre were walking through the bleachers of the school gym, post a hefty day of classes and ogling. At least to me. I swore to myself to never use low-rise jeans, but here was I: wearing a short leather jacket, combed hair in a stylized ponytail, old anime shirt that showed midriff (because of clear height and biological differences), along with the fabled low-rise jeans. And my trusty Vans of course, why not?

The three of us were on a mission - find Velma Chalmers, supposedly one of the other spiked victims, but this time with another flavor of Party Package. It was supposedly either a X-tend or Resistance-Passion variant. Kyle was a sick man. Velma was previously Victor, and one of the school's linebacker's for the american football team. I refuse to call that football. And he was a starter too, so he might've had some crazy dirt on Kyle.

"Shit, the guys are coming. I'll distract them while you two get into that gym storage there... Heard that Velma still helps the team with the props on top of all of these changes."

Drey heard something and shoved us slightly, entering his uber-charismatic mode, while me and the redhead decided to split up to see if we could catch her in different places. Sarah's reasoning was that she probably could still be showering or dressing up as cheerleader routine was still finishing for a few of them. I thought that was a good plan and so we split.

And boy, who the hell has a storage room literally as big as a full on classroom? This thing is enormous! And any sound could make a hell of a sound here. And judging by the sounds that I heard instantly post opening the half closed door, there were people here who didn't consider this.

GLUHK~! GLUHK~! GLUHK~! GLUHK~! OOOOH YEAH! SUCK THAT THING YOU SMUG BITCH~!
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No, it was not Kyle that was getting head - again. If he was responsible for what was happening, he wasn't here. But what I caught was not what I expected either. Victor was known to be a big guy, crazy mohawk dyed in multiple colors over the years, boisterous attitude and a clear distaste for "vapid, bitchy cheersluts". The words were... Unsavory and kind of mean, but mother irony was tough - because I could easily recognize Velma Chalmers. You know why? Simple. Her dyed hair looked natural. The girl kneeled down while a jock face fucked her into oblivion didn't bother with the truth like I did, specially when the blue haired, mousy and kind of difficult to describe woman was on the floor, just wearing a towel.

I had to intervene, but I didn't know how - oh yeah, I have friends! - so I of course called Andre loudly and faked having a conversation when passing by. The jock clearly was pussy enough to get scared and stop by it. Even if he looked relatively close. Once that asshole literally got out of the cheerleader's locker room by a window of all places, I could talk to Velma.

And honestly, I don't fully know how X-Change works, but Victor was 6'6", 250 lbs. Velma is 5'4" on a good day and 140 lbs soaking wet. It was a bit vertigo inducing since I actually gained a few inches when I got stuck as a chick. And like me, she had a drastic transformation change - her build was unlike mine, trending torwards more of a svelte beauty than my overtly sinuous curvy body, for her top half. Looks like the pill not only tapped into her genetics, but a good 50% of her previous work ethic was readjusted to being legs, thighs and legs and thighs. I didn't see much of her posterior, buuut, most of her was hips, thighs and legs. They were built like legitimate drumsticks, with no possibility of a thigh gap between them with how her hips literally widened further than mine and curved down in a clear and exotic heart shape. It was so weird how all of that looked normal instead of some abomination really.

We live in weird times.

"Thanks for... The help. I was tired of meeting Norton here. You're Mari, right? The famous brazilian chick?"

"Damn, I am that famous already? Yeah, you're Velma, right?"

"Unfortunately yeah. Stuck as her since a couple of days, my pill's supposed to end in 3 days."

"Well, that's way better than me, hahaha! I am officially stuck now, want me to give you some time to dress up, before we talk? Heard you were needing helpers for a plan..."

She looked up to me, fixing her natural-looking blue hair, flipping the left leaning bang of her hair, before running her hand on the "shaved" underside of her hair, settling into a thinking pose. It was kind of cute, to be honest. She nodded and decided to get ready, so I waited.

And the reason of why we were here was simple: Velma had actually discovered where Kyle hid his stash and stole it, at least the remainder of the pills. And while this was a dumb move, the writing was on the wall - the school was going to have some senior classes composed of two thirds girls and one third boys. The plan would be set in motion here, with me watching as Velma showed me, Sarah and Andre (they arrived later) all the little packets she stole from Kyle's hidden stash of pinks. All party packages that were experimental products...

Well, time to set this in motion then. That asshole is going to get it.