Two members of the women's running team.

You look up and see the two women who just passed you. They pay you no mind, but...well...

You can't help but stare at them as they run ahead of you. Their long, toned legs. Their full asses. Their narrow waists. One of them is even surprisingly blessed up top for a runner.

You can feel yourself growing hard at the sight of them, and after a few moments, you feel the tell tale tingling of the change beginning.

"Fuck..." you whisper. You run off of the track, running as fast as you can. The last thing you want is someone seeing the change. Well, okay, that's the second to last thing you want. The last thing you want is to be caught after the change has finished.

You need to get somewhere quick. But where? The locker rooms? The school building? Do you try to book it to your car?