"Any questions?"

No one replies to the teacher's question.

"Well then, see you all tomorrow. Don't forget to hand in the rough draft for your papers."

The usual end of class shuffling begins as everyone gets up and begins drifting toward the door, everyone except the unusually young girl in the back of the room. She is none other than you. Apparently your sister was telling the truth, no one seems to care that there is a 12 year old sitting in class for high school juniors. As you sit there still a bit shaken up by discovering that your sister can perform magic, and by the fact that you are now a girl, someone comes up from behind and pats you on the back.

"Time for PE Joe, let's get down to the track for team practice. The coach was really mad last time we were late."

It's your best friend Steve. He used to be shorter than you, but now he's basically a giant. Somewhat reluctantly you get up and follow Steve out of the classroom. As you leave, he turns and says something to you.

"You look cute with your hair like that Joe."

Hearing that from your friend makes you shiver, you just stay quiet hoping that Steve won't say anything if you don't. After descending the school's main staircase and passing through the first floor hallway, you arrive at the locker rooms. However, you're not sure which one you should use. You're a girl, and your best friend just called you cute. Despite this, he's taking you to practice with the boy's track team. The only thing you can think to do is ask.

"Steve?"

You say looking up at him while trying to hold back your disgust at how unintentionally girly your voice came out.

"Am I a girl?"

Steve scratches his head.

"What kind of question is that. Of course you are, you are a twelve year old girl named Joe, just like I'm a sixteen year old boy named Steve. And now we're going into the boy's locker room to change. Does that sound unusual to you?"

Of course it sounded very unusual, but there was nothing you could do but accept the magically altered world made by Christy. You smile as if you had been joking, but the expression quickly fades to a look of defeat and confusion. Steve tugs your arm and both of you go in locker room. Some members of the team are already changing. They see you and don't care that there's a girl walking into the wrong locker room, but when you see them you feel strange. You can't explain it, so you try to ignore it and just get changed. As you look around for your locker though, you catch a glimpse of one of the more muscular guys taking off his shirt. You immediately stop and stare. It takes you a good 30 seconds before you even catch yourself doing it.

"Oh no! Did Christy, make me like guys?"

You didn't notice that Steve was behind you.

"Thinking about guys again Joe? It's too bad you can't change with the other girls and gossip with them, but I bet you like the view in here right?"

You ignore Steve, open your locker, and find an empty corner of the room to go change in. Before taking off your clothes, you unfold your track uniform, discovering that it is one for a girl. You sigh as you begin to change.