Not to be left out, Mike began to undergo some undesired (or who knows, maybe they were desired) changes. As his short hair began to slightly increase in length, the hairs on the rest of his body just seemed to crawl back into his skin, as if they were too frightened to show themselves any longer. His thin body began to show signs of definition as his hips began to flare outwards slightly, his butt following suite. His skin overall seemed to be becoming softer, more youthful. This wasn't too far from the truth, as he had shed off three years, making him seventeen. While the tingling was still at his hips, it took possession of his manhood and claimed the item as victim of the great gender changing battle, replacing the item with it's female equivalent. His stomach smoothed out while his chest pushed itself to the size of two average breasts. His hair had fallen halfway down his back now, with the bangs falling slightly over his now seemingly bigger eyes, which he found were somewhat blurry, almost like he needed glasses. The eyes were just one part of the facial changes that had occurred to make Mike seem more feminine. In fact, he pretty much was a girl at this point, as his innards finally finished their squirming and relocating. All that was left was unfortunately her clothing. Her blue jeans crept up her thighs as the legs shrunk away, eventually blossoming into a blue, pleated skirt that was a little on the short side. If she wasn't careful, it wouldn't be difficult for someone to get a look at the pink panties she had on underneath. Her white socks crept up after the skirt, dying themselves black until they were just below her knees, her shoes taking on a black mary-jane appearance. Her white shirt seemed to part into two layers as the sleeves fell all the way down to her wrists, and gained a collar. The top layer dyed itself a creamy colour, with a red ribbon topping it all off. Finally, she found her vision clearing when a pair of red glasses appeared over her eyes. Well, a glasses-school girl isn't that bad.
The suited man just laughed. They were almost all ready, and not a single one seemed to be happy.
David, too, was one of these unhappy people. Or rather, he was suffering from shock. She could barely stand, for one. She gasped as she caught sight of her chest, the female pitch of her voice adding to her misery. One of her slender hands made it's way up to the ridiculous cleavage and touched one of the breasts. The feeling sent a shiver down her spine. Okay, so she was really a girl... but why was she dressed so ridiculously? All of those laces overtop of her cleavage holding the outfit together, and the ridiculously tight blue spandex pants she was wearing... Though looking around, it was better then what some of the others were going through. "You bastard! Change us back!" She shouted, not sure what to do from this point on. Her voice, again, surprised her.
"Why would I do that? It's what the master wants." The man grinned. "Besides, your stay is going to start with one of those games I told you about. Everyone ready?" This main obviously didn't sympathize at all.