Transfer Student

By Nomdreserv

Part 2

Courtney awoke the next morning feeling great, her body still supercharged with her brother’s strength. She had to choose her clothes carefully thanks to her extra height and defined muscles, but felt absolutely no desire to give them back when she checked out her new profile in the mirror. Even her old clothes looked good on this new body. She was already dressed and downstairs by the time Jason moped in, still looking tired and worried. Their mother noticed immediately.

"What’s wrong, Jason?" she asked.

"Nothin’," he mumbled, hoping no one would notice his inexplicably altered frame. He still felt weak, despite looking more like his normal self, and a quick test with his weights had been just as depressing as before. His body even felt heavy to move around. "Just tired."

"Let me see if you have a fever," his mother insisted, putting her hand on his forehead.

Courtney’s eyes went wide with an idea. She wondered if the amulet would work on others. For the few seconds her mother’s hand rested there, she concentrated.

"You feel fine," their mother rumbled in a lower voice, more tenor than alto. She seemed surprised and cleared her throat. "Do you have a headache or sore throat?"

"Nah, Mom, I’m fine," Jason replied, then froze. His voice was at least a full octave higher, and sounded more like a teenage girl’s rather than a young man’s. He also started clearing his throat.

"Are you sure?" his mother asked. "You sound funny."

Jason concentrated, and succeeded in sounding like a girl trying to sound like a boy.

"Maybe my throat is a little sore."

Courtney giggled. It would be by the time he spent the day trying to sound like himself. He glared at her and started to make his usual threatening comments, then checked himself as he remembered the scene with his weights.

Mom patted his arm. "You don’t feel warm." Courtney couldn’t resist the chance for more mischief and concentrated again. "You’ll feel better after breakfast." She went back to the counter, scratching her ass unconcernedly, and not caring as her robe flopped open.

Jason, meanwhile, walked to the table, his hips wiggling and a swish to his hands. He sat down and demurely crossed his legs in a feminine style. When Courtney giggled again, he glared icily, then found himself inexplicably wondering what shade of lipstick she was wearing. He fluffed his sleep-disordered hair self-consciously and began to plan what to wear for the day, visions of color coordination never imagined suddenly becoming a prime concern.

Courtney laughed silently, imagining the picture his newfound mannerisms and voice would present at school. She also felt a strange surge, as though the medallion had charged her body, somehow understanding that its power increased with use and practice, and that the artifact itself benefited from the changes. She patted it affectionately. They made a good team. It was unbelievable she’d been able to buy it from that man, let alone for so little. Poor guy hadn’t known what he had.

Or so she reasoned.

At school, she was hit with a boring jolt back to normality. She was afraid to play with the medallion in case anyone noticed the changes, and the temptation was driving her crazy. She tried to resist visions of revenge and naughty fantasies that filled her mind. Unfortunately, filled it to the point of ignoring the class around her. A hand on her shoulder snapped her attention back rudely.

"Miss Drake," Mr. Baker, the intimidating, no nonsense math teacher interrupted. "You seem deep in thought. So much so that you ignored my questions. No doubt it’s because you’ve already solved the equation I’m demonstrating." He squeezed her shoulder almost painfully. "Perhaps you’d enlighten the rest of the class with your wisdom."

She blinked at the bewildering numbers and signs on the board, as the smirking faces of her classmates added to her embarrassment. Math was one of her worst subjects even when she did pay attention, and having daydreamed through the class she was lost. God, she wished she understood this stuff.

And then, she did. Suddenly, the equation on the board didn’t seem hard at all – positively high school, in fact. She also realized the elegance and beauty to mathematics, in stark contrast to her usual antipathy. How wonderful.

"Sure, Mr. Baker. The answer is x cosign theta. You have to factor the tangent out to solve it."

Now it was his turn to blink. He looked at the board with a slowly growing panic.

"Yes, of course. I think…um, you must be right. Yes." He walked numbly up to stare at the board, realizing the numbers and signs were now a meaningless babble to him. His eyes darted frantically back and forth over the equations for a full minute before the whispers behind his back made him realize how strange he appeared.

"OK, class. Let’s use the rest of the period to study another problem. Umm, let’s discuss…" He flipped through his book. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to grasp any of the mathematical concepts that were usually second nature to him. "Let’s just work on your homework for the rest of the period. I’m feeling … benevolent."

Courtney looked at her book. As she realized how simple all the problems were, the realization of what had happened hit home. She had Baker’s math knowledge. She felt a guilty surge of remorse and an immediate urge to rectify the accident, then stopped. No point in rushing things. She flew through the assigned problems in minutes, realizing she’d never have trouble in math class again. Maybe she could hold onto the knowledge until after high school.

She also wondered just how far she could take this type of transfer. When class ended, she stopped at Mr. Baker’s desk. Pretending to drop her pencil, she bumped against him while thinking "ALL math knowledge" to herself. She then smiled sweetly.

"Mr. Baker? Could you give me a $20 for these two singles? I, uh, want to consolidate the stuff in my purse."

He looked decidedly nervous.

"What? A … 20 for two …umm…"

"Sure," she said brightly. "Like, it’s the same amount, right?"

His eyes darted back and forth in panic, then looked at her in pretended confidence.

"Yes, of course. Happy to help."

He still looked uncertain as he handed the bill over.

"Oh, look – another two dollars. Would you mind?"

He reluctantly handed over another $20, not wanting to admit that he didn’t have the slightest idea what the bills represented. Courtney smiled in thanks and walked away. This was too easy.

She met Melanie after class, immediately looking to see if she also wore her medallion. She didn’t. She felt a pang of guilt seeing her friend’s ill-fitting clothes, her pants both too tight and too long, but again couldn’t quite steel herself to part with her recent improvements. In fact, she thought another inch of height and a few pounds less would really…

She shook her head. Melanie was her friend. She didn’t want to steal anything more from her. Emphasis on her, since the transfers themselves were frankly a rush. In fact, as they walked and talked through the halls, she saw one of the school’s cheerleaders approaching with her retinue.

"Hey," the girl snarled as Courtney bumped her. "Watch where you’re going, Clueless." She rolled her eyes contemptuously to her friends. "Hoser patrol." She also unconsciously tugged at her skirt, which now seemed rather too tight. She would have been even more shocked to see the small roll of fat which protruded above the too-tight waistband that cut into her soft middle.

Courtney, meanwhile, pulled up her own much looser skirt in satisfaction. Melanie noticed, both the skirt and the long, thin and surprisingly muscular legs visible beneath.

"Hey," she said. "You’ve lost weight. Looks really good. And whoa - look at those legs, girl.! You’ve been working out."

Courtney smiled. "I’ve, um, been using some of my brother’s stuff."

"I better try something like that. And I’ve gotta cut lunches for a while. Can you believe how fat I’ve gotten? I could hardly button these jeans today." She didn’t mention the added mystery of their dragging the floor over her shoes.

Courtney’s guilt returned, then she brightened. There was no reason for Melanie to suffer. A couple of more bumps, and a couple of more girls were tugging at too tight skirts or too long pants, while Melanie was suddenly able to breathe freely in hers again. In a few minutes, she looked close to normal again, but for some reason, Courtney left Melanie just a bit shorter and heavier than she had been to start. Something about it excited her.

"Aren’t you just dreading gym?" Melanie asked. She knew she had been, afraid to appear with her sudden weight problem, but as she walked, she realized her jeans weren’t as tight as before. She brightened – maybe it had just been water weight. "I think Ms. Arden gets off on putting all the good players on one team and watching ‘em humiliate the rest of us."

"Maybe today will be different," Courtney smiled.

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It wasn’t, at least not to start. It was basketball today, and as usual, the JV players were all on one team ("So as not to mess up their play.") and the more athletically challenged on the other. Courtney had thought her enhanced physique and strength would change the intentionally lopsided outcome, and they had helped, but not enough to compensate for her lack of experience and coordination. She could reach the backboard from mid court, but still missed the basket more often than not. However, both her powerful passes and noticeably muscular arms did draw some attention.

"Another brick," Crystal snorted as Courtney missed, her shot sailing over the backboard. Crystal was the JV team captain, and loved to lord her ability over the less gifted players. She continued to razz Courtney as they ran back upcourt. "You are clueless, you know that, Summers? You think you’ll impress anyone just ‘cuz you’re working out? You’re still a klutz. See?" She brought the point home by surreptitiously tripping Courtney.

Courtney went sprawling, but managed a measure of revenge by bringing Crystal down with her. Crystal shrieked in anger and threw herself at Courtney as they righted themselves, sending both down again in a wrestling match, and immediately drawing a whistle from Ms. Arden.

"Break it up, you two!" she ordered. "Crystal, are you OK?"

Crystal glared at Courtney. "Sure, Ms. Arden. This dorkus just tripped over her own feet."

Ms. Arden was in Courtney’s face.

"Listen, Summers, watch yourself. You might have hurt our star forward. I should…"

"No worry, Coach," Crystal put in, smiling maliciously. "Let the doofus stumble around some more while I show her how it’s done."

Ms. Arden chuckled, imagining how Crystal planned to show Courtney up.

"All right. Take it easy on her." She winked sarcastically.

They both smiled, but were a bit disconcerted to see Courtney smiling back at them. Arden whistled for the ball and tossed it to Crystal.

Who promptly dropped it.

Crystal looked shocked as she fumbled for the ball, finally picking it up again. It felt strange, almost foreign in her hands, and she handled it clumsily. She concentrated and tried to dribble.

And bounced the ball off her foot.

She ran to get it awkwardly. Her legs felt uncoordinated, and her arms flailed, the very antithesis of grace. Arden watched her impatiently.

"Crystal, quit fooling around! Put the ball in play!"

Crystal retrieved the ball, but was ashamed to try to dribble it back. In fact, the way she was feeling, she just wanted to get rid of it as fast as possible. She drew back her arm and tried a quick pass to a teammate. Her arm flopped awkwardly, sending the ball short and off course. Courtney’s team recovered, and Courtney herself took it in for a smooth layup.

It went downhill from there. Courtney dominated the game, taking particular delight in tormenting Crystal – stealing the ball when she got it (which became less and less often as she continued to struggle to even hold the ball properly, let alone keep it in play), shooting over her ineffective, even comical guarding, and literally dribbling circles around her.

Worse, Crystal’s clumsiness seemed to infect the rest of the team whenever they bumped against one of their opponents. The scrub girls began playing better and better, quickly surpassing their former tormentors. Only the other team’s huge initial lead kept the game even close by the end.

Arden whistled the game over 5 minutes early, just before Courtney’s team was about to take the lead. She fumed at the now miserable and thoroughly embarrassed JV squad as they stumbled off the court, promising an extra hour of practice every night that week. She also stopped Courtney.

"You looked pretty good out there today, Summers. Always thought you had it in you. You’ve been holding back on us. Interested in trying out for the team? We may be needing a new forward." Here she glared balefully after the humbled Crystal as she skulked towards the showers.

"I’ll think about it, Ms. Arden," Courtney answered, a bit put off at the coach’s sudden and obviously selfish friendliness. "But forward? I mean, Crystal’s awfully good."

Make that just awful, she thought to herself. She’d definitely have to come to the next JV game to watch the girls struggle. She could just imagine the graceless girls bumbling comically around the court, almost as though they had no athletic skills or training at all.

Which, of course, at the moment, they didn’t.

She also imagined herself stepping in to save the team, and the extra attention and prestige she could have as an athletic star. She could get used to that, and after all, Crystal had already had a few years as a star during junior high and her freshman year. It was only fair to give someone else a turn. In fact, maybe it was time everybody in school got a chance to switch roles for a while. Drunk with the thought, she felt almost no guilt about her theft, and ambled happily towards the locker room.

On the way, she met Petra, the school’s star gymnast, on her way to practice. Courtney had always felt a little jealous of her lithe, toned body and incredible grace. Well, now there was no reason not to try them out herself.

"Hey, Petra," she called. "Wait a sec." She brushed the other girl’s back, producing a tingle. "You had something stuck on you."

"Oh, thanks, um…Caitlin?"

Courtney didn’t bother correcting her. She had what she wanted.

Petra walked on to practice but felt funny, as though her sense of balance was different somehow. She didn’t notice the way her stomach pooched out slightly now against the tight leotard, or how much softer her thighs looked, jiggling a bit as she walked.

She did notice, however, how unsteady she felt as she climbed onto the balance beam, and a minute later, treated the rest of the girls to an embarrassing splat as she fell gracelessly onto the mat. Needless to say, it was the worst practice of her life.

Courtney, meanwhile, performed an effortless cartwheel into the locker room, finishing with an in air somersault over the bench, and landing perfectly in an arms spread finish. What a rush! Her body sense was incredibly heightened, and every fiber felt energized and tuned. Her brother had given her extra bulk and strength, but Petra gave her muscle tone and balance everywhere – from lithe, smoothly chiseled legs through a washboard stomach. For the first time ever, she felt no qualms about undressing in front of the other girls.

Or did she? As she pulled her underwear off, she noticed her breasts. They had been reduced thanks to her weight loss, and though they were firmer as a result, they looked too small against her slightly expanded chest and wider shoulders. On the way to the showers, she "accidentally" brushed against Mary, whose D cup breasts were the objects of uncounted boys’ lascivious stares and not a few girls’ envy.

At least they used to be. As Mary put her bra on, she was surprised when she barely had to pull to close the snaps together. The cups wrinkled a bit as they settled around her breasts – in fact, they barely seemed to fill the bra instead of stretching it the way they normally did. She checked to make sure it was hers. Weird. It bothered her as she finished dressing. Could it have expanded from the shower steam? She also frowned at her reflection as she walked out. Her profile seemed decidedly understated – not at all the effect she was used to. Her shirt must be too big.

I mean, the alternative was just silly.

Courtney, meanwhile, bounced happily into the shower, marveling at her now bountiful breasts, which her supercharged muscles held up proudly. She brimmed with confidence.

Even Crystal seemed taken aback. Instead of the soft, pudgy girl she was used to and had been waiting to ambush, a fit, almost amazonian figure strode into the shower. She even seemed taller. And talk about growth spurts! Had Courtney gotten implants? That had to be it. At last, a weapon.

"Hey, Summers, how much did those set you back?"

"Huh?" Courtney peered out from underneath the shower spray.

"I can hardly see the scars," Crystal persisted, drawing a snicker from another girl. "Nice job. Who’s the surgeon?"

Courtney glared back. "All me, Patterson. Some of us just take longer, but the results end up better as you can see."

This was a reference to Crystal’s early puberty and growth spurt. She’d had sizable breasts before most of the girls in their class, and had gotten quite a jump athletically thanks to her huge jump in middle school days. Courtney remembered how she had always lorded it over her less well endowed or skillful classmates. An idea came to her. If she got the chance…

Crystal provided it herself. Still thinking the old way, she came over and shoved Courtney, hoping to intimidate her physically if not on the court. The blow had much less effect than she’d expected, surprising her yet again. She was used to being one of the strongest girls in school.

Courtney shoved back and sent Crystal sprawling, surprised by her own strength. Crystal yelled and launched herself back up, briefly initiating a lively tangle of slippery bodies amidst spraying water that could have made millions as a direct to video release.

Crystal quickly realized she was getting much the worse of the exchange and pulled away, frustrated and a bit frightened. The next few moments did nothing to alleviate the feelings. She found Courtney smiling down at her, smug and amused. Down? Weren’t they the same height? The day just kept getting stranger and stranger.

"Listen, Summers," she warned, attempting to bluster her way out, but stopped after the first words. Her voice sounded funny – higher and thinner. She cleared her throat and continued. "You’d better stay out of my way, or… or else." She finished lamely, suddenly feeling ill at ease under the other girl’s stare. Unconsciously, she moved her hands to cover her small breasts (Small? Really small - too small, her fingers told her, but she was too preoccupied to look) and bare pelvis.

Courtney laughed. "Ooh, big threat from such a little girl."

"Little? I’m not little! I’m taller… as tall … um, almost as tall as you are." Crystal insisted hotly.

"Whatever. See you around." Courtney waved dismissingly and went to dry off.

Crystal followed a minute later, still feeling odd. She immediately wrapped a towel tightly around herself, painfully self conscious for some reason. Her discomfort only grew as she walked to her locker. The other girls ALL seemed taller. And…older? She couldn’t understand why she got that impression, but might have if she’d noticed the sparse pubic hair revealed when she removed the towel – a thin, fine line on either side of her vagina that marked her as a much younger girl. She did notice how big her clothes felt, and how her bra seemed almost empty, leaving her even more confused and not the least reassured. It was all too much, and she suddenly felt like crying, like a little girl picked on at school. A familiar feeling, except SHE was the one who was supposed to do the tormenting. She hurried from the locker room, tugging her slipping skirt back up and almost losing her shoes.

Courtney watched her leave and smirked. She wondered how Crystal would hold up in the vicious high school social scene as an insecure 12 year old. Oh well, it would be fun to find out.

At lunch, Melanie immediately sought Courtney out, ecstatic at how the scrub team had dominated the JV squad. She also commented again at how good Courtney looked.

"And did you try a new makeup? Your face looks…I don’t know, like more sophisticated. You could probably pass as a college student at the Orb." [a favorite hang out for teens and young adults]

"I guess you could say it was new," Courtney mused. "Crystal helped me."

"Crystal? That bitch?" Melanie looked around. Crystal sat with her usual group but looked miserable – somehow small and out of place. "Huh, maybe she’s mellowing."

"Yeah. Maybe she’ll grow up humbler this time."

"Huh?"

"Never mind." Courtney suddenly had a disturbing thought. She looked at Melanie almost suspiciously. "Hey, Melanie, where’s your medallion? Can I check something on it?"

"Sorry. I left it at home. I think maybe I saw my Mom looking at it. Can you believe that?"

Courtney wasn’t sure what to believe. She wondered if Melanie’s mother was having as interesting a day as she was. Another sight distracted her.

"Geez, will you look at that? Brad and Amy are going at it again."

Melanie turned to see the mentioned students in another of their infamous clinches. Brad was the star quarterback of the football team, and Amy the captain of the cheerleading squad. Needless to say, each was hated heartily by their own sex, and lusted after by the other.

Courtney had once tried to talk to Brad, only to find that 1) he didn’t bother to hide his lack of interest in girls below his standard, and 2) he couldn’t remember her name 30 seconds after he’d heard it. She’d been incredibly hurt and embarrassed (hey, it’s high school), and had imagined several mildly involved scenes of retribution. Suddenly, she realized she had a means at hand. If her medallion worked that way…

A tingle at her chest told her it did. She smiled and sipped her soda, waiting to see what happened.

Brad and Amy had been heating up nicely as they kissed, and each suddenly felt a tingle move through their bodies. To Brad’s surprise, his building erection suddenly, thoroughly, and quite unexpectedly subsided. At the same time, Amy made a small gasp and shifted her hips slightly.

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End part 2

Copyright 2000 by Nomdreserv