-----During physical education, Jeffrey would often peep on the girls as they got dressed in their gym uniforms, or, as in this case, undressing after physical education was over. However, this day, he was discovered.

-----To his surprise, everything was going like clockwork until, suddenly, several girls came up from behind him, in the hall, and pushed him into the girl's locker room. He had been sure that all of the girls had been accounted for!

-----Regardless, he knew he was in trouble. Over twenty underwear-clad girls had him surrounded, forcing him against one of the rows of lockers, calling him a pervert and other such names.

-----But one of the girls pushed her way to the front, and her stare was most unsettling. She raised her voice and silenced the others, who gave her a chance to ask them all the same question that was on all of their minds: what were they to do with him?

-----He listened to their suggestions, though most were hard to make out among the others being said at the same time. But, he did catch a few phrases, and some of them made his stomach churn.

-----Then that same girl raised her hands, quieting the others once more, and asked them if they'd like for her to make sure he'd never want to peep ever again. They seemed to agree, though they questioned what method she'd use to do that.

-----With a smile that he found most disquieting, she told them to watch and, facing him again, began to chant. In no time, the other girls gasped, and at least one shrieked, as his clothing transformed into pink, female underthings.

-----Stricken with terror, he tried to escape, but the girls didn't break their enclosure around him and he was forced back against the lockers. That same girl continued to chant some more, smiling maliciously, and he felt his body begin to change. He began to yelp and holler for help, but none would come; it was almost like his voice couldn't carry beyond the locker room.

-----Soon, he had a bountiful bosom blossom upon his chest, to fill the bra he wore; his waist caved inward, becoming quite concave, exaggerating his new and very wide hips; his hair, so dull and brown before, lengthened and shone with radiance in a color matching the underwear his body's shape now filled; and everything else seemed to squirm and smooth over, shifting here and shifting there, and he began to burst out in tears as he felt his sex shift around into another.

-----When it was over, he begged to be changed back; he told them that he would do anything if they'd forgive him. But the girls, once their surprise left them, felt that remaining a girl was the best option. If he wanted their sympathy and compassion, it would be as a friend of their group... As a girl himself.

-----He tried to plead some more, but they all went about their business getting dressed and moving on to their next class. The girl that had been responsible for his transformation, however, flicked her hand and the locker beside him opened up to reveal someone's outfit... Which she revealed was now his locker, and that he would have to get used to wearing what was inside for the rest of his life.

-----He changed tactics and began to insult the lot of them, but it only had the effect of making them even more satisfied. Still, he carried on, denying to himself that he could be a girl, or that he'd be one forevermore...