TK and Kari had previously agreed to meet at lunch, because there wasn't enough time to discuss anything before first class. TK went to Kari's language class, and Kari went to his gym class.
Kari was having a great time in gym. It felt so different doing the boys exercises. Things she thought she couldn't do, she was doing with exuberance. She knew the male body had more strength than the female's, but she didn't know it was this much! The new body wasn't as agile as she was used to, so it balanced out. Like giving up the beauty of a Ferarri for the power of a Jeep, she thought.
The teacher was impressed with the work she'd done, so he let her go early. Just as well, Kari didn't relish the thought of showering with 30 boys, even if she did look like them.
When Kari left the shower room she went over and sat with the cheerleaders, almost as a reflex. Kari was a cheerleader and these were her friends.
"Hi, guys. How's it going?" Kari was her usual cheerful self, but not TK's usual social self. These girls knew that Kari was with TK, and Kari was their friends, so they tried to leave him alone. TK usually helped the situation by keeping clear of them. But now TK was coming over, greeting, and distributing his 100 watt smile. Some of the most insecure girls melted instantly.
"Hi, TK." A few of them chimed, with 98% innuendo factor. Kari was reminded that she was in TK's body, and was now a little hesitant about being there. She discovered she did not like having a half dozen girls staring at her like possible handcuff fodder. She was planning on leaving for class in a few minutes, but the time was cut short by a hand grazing her inner thigh. She couldn't have snapped away and faster if she was on fire. With a semi polite apology, she ran off for her, or rather TK's locker, and science class. She would get to see TK, and see if he was behaving with her body.
She went and sat in TK's normal spot by the window, and she did not have to wait long for the image of herself to come in the door. Kari gasped. TK did not do a good job at all, he had lipstick on, but no other makeup. He had a little too much perfume, not enough deodorant, and worst of all, he hair was flat and frizzy. Kari could barely contain her embarrassment.
"You... didn't... condition. What were you thinking? Look at this! My god you look horrible!" Kari was angry, but trying to whisper.
"Calm down. I'm sorry. You girls need a machine that can do all that makeup stuff at once, just this took me forty-five minutes!" TK was looking more closely at the face that was supposed to be his. "Are you trying to kill me? What's with the shaving? Didn't Matt get new blades?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I seem to have a fear of putting a knife on my neck." Kari didn't do sarcasm well at all. Look, there's Davis." TK turned to see Davis; he nodded hello, and sat on the other side of the room. Davis was still a little sore about last week. TK was certainly glad for that. The last thing he wanted was for Davis to be hitting on him. However TK was about to discover that Davis was not the only guy in the school that had his eye on Kari.