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"So happy you made it, Sabrina!" Liv squealed as she hugged her best friend, "We're finally on the cheer team together!" Sabrina returned the energy, excited to have finally made it to the big leagues. "Does the school have a top in my… size though?" Sabrina asked, gesturing to her genetically blessed chest. "We're actually on our way to get you your uniform right now," Liv giggled, showing a small canister she removed from her purse. The two girls reached the boy's locker room door, where Liv pulled the pin on the device and tossed it in, making sure to hold the door shut.
Brad was getting ready for gym class along with his peers. The normal chatter of college boys filled the locker room, but was quickly overlapped by a loud clatter and a hissing. Brad pulled his head from the locker just in time to see a cloud of pink smoke billowing from what seemed to be an aluminum can. A few boys at the front of the cloud breathed it in before collapsing to the floor. Brad watched in terror as their bodies started to change, hollowing out into a pair of white, cotton thigh highs.
Panic ensued as everyone scrambled to get out of the room, but found the other exit locked. The wave of pink smoke continued towards Brad, consuming others in its wake. Brad looked on as a man's body distorted unnaturally, conjoining his feet and head to form a circle which flattened out into a purple and white skirt which fell limply to the ground. Brad recognized the articles of clothing; it was the cheerleader's uniform for the college. Another boy, fear in his eyes, tried his best to claw through the brick wall in vain before the smoke got him, his body reduced to a pair of athletic sneakers.
Brad tripped over a bench, falling to his hands and knees. He turned around and scrambled across the tile until his back was against the wall. He glanced around to see that he was the last man left in the room, with nowhere to escape. He saw most of a uniform lying across the floor, except for one article, the top. Brad's mind raced to remember what the newest cheerleader looked like when his stomach dropped. Sabrina was well known for her assets, and the pieces fell together in his mind.
Brad closed his eyes as the gas swept over him, unable to do anything but let it change him. His arms bent backwards and touched his shoulders, thinning out to straps. His chest started to burble as a pair of tits burst free from his shirt, hanging freely in the locker room. He stared with his mouth agape at his breasts before his head melted into his neck, collapsing entirely into his torso. His legs receded into his body as his skin turned to fabric and his new form emptied out. Without so much as a yelp, Brad was converted into the top of a uniform for a buxom girl who would no doubt be trying him on once the smoke cleared.
"Omigod," Sabrina tittered, "They're all so soft!" Brad felt his body lifted and collected on the pile of former men, her fingers brushing against his sensitive skin. He gasped as he felt his body stretch from Sabrina's rack, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through his body. "So snug! I'm sure he'll keep my girlies in check!" Sabrina said as Liv admired her friend's new uniform. "I just hope he'll hold up, I know how much trouble you have with bras breaking and the like," Liv chortled, running Brad's body through her fingertips, "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."