Brendan's transformation goes as planned

For Chet and his buddies, it looked as if Brendan's skin was bubbling, as they saw follicles of hair receding into his arms, legs and chest, as the hair on his head seemed to burst out like an explosion. Then Brendan's body started to change shape, as his toned muscles began to become leaner, not unmuscular, but certainly not the muscles of a star quarterback.

Then his hands began to shrank, his fingers, formerly able to easily hold a football in one hand became dainty, and his fingernails grew out slightly. His feet shrank too, undergoing a similar transformation.

His face began to soften, as his sharper features became cute, his eyelashes growing longer, and his lips plumped out slightly. Breasts began to grow out of Brendan's chest, swelling until they reached at least a C-cup, while the bulge in Brendan's boxers became smaller and smaller.

For Brendan, all he felt was heat and pain as it felt like he was being pricked by a thousand pins across his body as it radiated more heat than he'd ever felt before. As the final stages of the transformation subsided, the Southtown players watched in amazement as Brendan's eyes slowly closed and he fell ****.

"Must've been a rough time for him, but now that this is done, we should get the car and take him back to Northtown." Chet said as he started to leave. "You guys coming?"

"Shouldn't we guard him until he wakes up? What if he escapes?" Andrew, the running back, asked.

"What good will that do? He's not changing back anytime soon and even if he does escape, no one will know it's him and he'll have a hard time convincing anyone. Besides, how hard will it be to find a half-naked girl roaming the halls?" Chet said.

The players shrugged and followed their leader out of the room. As the slam of the door roused Brendan from his **** slumber, he realizes that he's no longer tied down and extricates himself from the bench, standing up to find his center of balance is slightly off.

"Woah!" he steadied himself on the bench, then brought a dainty hand to his mouth. "My voice! My hand!"

Brendan rushed across the locker room to the sinks to find a mirror and stared at his reflection.

"That book was... magic? And they turned me into a..." Brendan suddenly looked down, to find his view blocked by his new breasts, but a quick feel confirmed that he'd lost his manhood.

Brendan suddenly realized that he was alone in the locker room.

"They're gonna come back soon, I've gotta get out of here!" Brendan said, compartmentalizing his feelings about his transformation for the moment in the face of his new objective. Escaping.

Brendan headed for the door to the locker room and peeked outside. No one was around, and while he knew he shouldn't care, he didn't much want anyone to see him like this, especially topless. And especially not near the boy's locker room. Brendan stepped into the hallway but heard voices and quickly ducked into an alcove to listen as footsteps passed him. It was Chet and his cronies returning.

"Did the spell mess with his mind or anything? Like can we get him to, I dunno suck our..." Andrew started.

"The spell is purely physical. It's still Brendan in there, so unless you can convince him to do it without biting it off, I wouldn't advise it." Chet said.

"Noted." Andrew said as the other two players chuckled.

"Now, let's grab him and go, I can't wait to see how he looks in that outfit you borrowed from your sister," Chet said.

Brendan scowled as he heard them enter the locker room. Knowing it was only a matter of time before they came looking for him, Brendan rushed into the nearest door, which happened to be the Southtown girl's locker room. As he rushed inside, he slammed the door behind him and stopped to catch his breath. As he started breathing normally again, he heard a voice from behind him.

"What are you doing in here?"

Brendan turned around to find...