You make it to roll call

After lunch was Changed Fitness which took place in the same floating gym you remember the "high risk" ladies being in yesterday. This time however you were sharing a locker room with your girlfriends.

It was shockingly similar to when you first entered your locker room yesterday, a utilitarian room until you get to the Japanese bathing area in back, tea sets, full length mirrors and standard lockers. There was also still the stand of your PE gear, but this time it didn't look out of a hentai and came with a sports bra.

It was still bizzare though. A cream colored tube top under a light blue button down shirt that was clearly meant to be completely open, navy shorts, knee high white socks, and sneakers. Your girlfriends were all wearing some form of the "t-shirt and bloomers" that was popular in Anime, but while Chinchilla girl and Cassie the elf both wore white t-shirts with light blue bloomers, Michelle had a blue shirt with black bloomers.

Of course by the time you noticed half of this you were already in your gear, magic doing what magic do. It was very comfortable to move around in and the sports bra combined with the tube top minimized your boobs quite a bit; instead of two watermelons they looked like one. The button up shirt was weird, and naturally it was too small to go completely over your chest but you still feel like it's a cheep replacement.

One very peaceful clothes change later you found yourself leading the way out to the main gym area, where your questions only continued to grow. The class appeared to be entirely girls, you expected that. What you didn't expect was for most of them to be wearing only red; shirts, bloomers, socks, shoes, even their hair ties and such were all red. A handful of girls had white shirts and socks but you couldn't figure out any pattern. There was one other group like yours, their outfits were green not blue, and centered around a seemingly normal dark-skinned human wearing the same thing you are. You guess it must be related to the ‘prime’ stuff from lunch and your shirt.

A shrill whistle pierced the buzz of chatter and you turned to find Miss MacKenna looking not nearly as different as you expected. She was wearing an outfit like yours, the biggest differences being it's color (purple) and her tube top being longer to cover her second set of breasts.

You shake your head, for a moment you swear she had an udder instead two more boobs. But you would have felt the change if that was the case...

"Alright ladies!" McKenna strutted out, her horns were definitely bigger, and topped with corks but that appeared to be the end of the physical changes. But now she had this presence, an aura almost, of confident authority.

Trailing McKenna in a purple t-shirt and purple yoga pants is a woman you don’t recognize. She looked like a normal, if very athletic human, slight of build with pale skin and brown hair. The most remarkable thing about her is she held a clipboard suspiciously low, like she was hiding a dick.

Everyone lined up for roll call, with you and what you assumed to be the other prime first. The woman you didn’t recognize was using the clipboard for taking role, but it hadn’t been hiding a dick like you thought. Instead her pussy was fully uncovered and had two dangling chain piercings, one on each lip. Looking at her flushed face you guessed this was some kind of punishment. Might explain how Michelle was able to put Cassie in her place so quickly.

“Alright ladies I want two laps before you go to your assignments,” McKenna said after roll call had been taken. “Oh but Imada and Fiazi, can I see you two in my office real quick?”

Of course, Miss McKenna asked so nicely.