Make a TF Foundation: Shay vs High School!

[Shy Shay]

Justin blinks. These new feelings were... well, new. "Hot? Really? I... um... wouldn't know..." He continues to look. You know, he is pretty hot. He blinks. Okay, that was a bit to far for comfort. He quickly went to put the magazine away, but... well, looking a bit more couldn't hurt, right?

[muffinstud]

Crystal glances at him and smirks. "Okay. If you don't like them, you don't like them. But, could I take a look when you're done? I saw an article I'd like to check out." She goes back to her wolf drawing.

As Justin continues to so incredibly not look at the handsome men, he may or may not notice a pressure in his wrists and fingers similar to his hips. As he moves his hands, his joints pop a little, leaving them looking more streamlined and petite.

[Shy Shay]

Justin frowns at Crystal as his hands pop. First his waist, now his hand? He idely pops it as he flips through the pages of the magazine. Obviously having a wrist that requuires popping is enough grounds to not have to work. Obviously he is just waisting time. Obviously he is tottally not enjoying looking at these men. Obviously.

[muffinstud]

His hands are finished as quickly as they started popping. They look so slender, feminine now. Very much like Crystal's hands, to be honest. And as much as Justin obviously doesn't enjoy looking, he obviously feels his chest tightening again. No itching this time though. But his skin feels like something is pushing, stretching him out from the inside. It doesn't hurt, it just feels... tight.

[Shy Shay]

Justin blinks. What was going on with him today? He took a deep breath. Okay. Time to ignore all of this sillyness and get to work. And lo and behold, he actually started getting to work, drawing things from the magazines without the males that he obviously didn't enjoy looking at.

[muffinstud]

The bell rings. Crystal gets up, her wolf picture having turned out rather nice. She looks down at Justin's drawing. "Don't live your whole life in the closet, okay?" Justin's paper... had a crude picture of one of the handsome men on it! The other students turn in their work to the teacher's desk as they file out.

It's now break time. 10 precious minutes in the morning to do anything a student could ever want. On campus. Within policy. Okay, they couldn't do much, but the students at least had 10 minutes to hang out and cool down from morning classes.

Justin's chest remains tight, and he can feel the fabric against it. It's moving. Slowly, yes, but it's still moving against his skin.

[Shy Shay]

Justin blushes at what he drew. He quickly stuff it in his pocket before he heads out, hopeing that nobody would notice. He sighs as he exits and looks around... great... ten minutes of absolutly nothing. He slowly starts suffling to his next class; nothing better to do, after all.

[muffinstud]

As Justin walks through the halls, his pants sag down a bit. They're riding low on his hip, exposing some of his underwear. And his chest still feels that strange tightness, so much so that his shirt feels like it's riding weird on his shoulders. His next teacher, Mr. Roland, is a stickler for the dress code too. It wouldn't do to just walk into his class with his pants almost off like this.

[Miku-chan]

*Jason leaves the torture known as world history and tries to look for Justin, but only sees a girlis looking boy with a poorly fitting school outfit. Having thought he missed him, he hurries past Justin almost knocking him over as he heads out to the nobody zone past the smokers who weren't suppose to be, but did it anyway..

[Shy Shay]

Justin grumbles as he is hit/rushed by, but he doesn't complain. He never does.

Now, let's see. He has a poorly... very poorly fitting pair of pants... how in the world was he going to get away with that? He tries to pull them up, maybe scrunch them up a bit so that they stay up... he tries to pull his shirt down to cover up his showing underware.

Man, this day is strange.

[muffinstud]

The guy that bumps him does catch Justin's eye. His looks might not make his heart race like those men in the magazines, but his glasses frame his face nicely and make him look intelligent, and his unkempt hair is kind of cute.

Pulling his pants up just barely brings the hem of his pant legs up to where they should be. It also pushes the material tight against his crotch, but oddly, it doesn't feel cramped. Justin will have to adjust his belt quite a bit to keep his pants up this high.

[Shy Shay]

Justin grumbles as he does so, some of his mind thinking about the boy that just passed him. Wait, cute?! Okay, this was not okay. As soon as the day was over, he was going to the nurses office, right away.

He sighs. Today was freaking weird! And it all started with... that... shot... Oh dear. He walks into class after adjusting his belt. It was a bit to late to go to the nurses office right now, and he didn't want to miss part of class... but as soon as that bell rang, he was out of here.

[muffinstud]

Mr. Roland, the Civics teacher, looks up from his news magazine as Justin walks into his room. Since break is still on, Justin is the first in class, and he has his pick of the chairs. "Hey there young... um... person. Class starts in five minutes. You should get to your next class instead of loitering in mine."

As he stands there in the classroom, Justin can see brown hair creeping down into his field of vision. It's lighter than his hair, with a hint of red. Kind of a dirty strawberry blonde.

[Shy Shay]

Justin blinks. "Sir? I'm Justin..." Something weird was definatly going on now. He was begining to get a little freaked out. He takes his hair in his hand and looks at it more closely, and examines his hands and waist.

Oh, dear. He starts hyperventilating.

[muffinstud]

Mr. Roland opens his eyes wide and scrambles over to Justin, emptying a paper lunch sack. "Here, breathe into this." He holds it up to Justin's face. "Sorry I didn't recognize you. I... um... have a lot of students. Yeah." He sounds thoroughly unconvincing. "Maybe you should go see the nurse. You look kind of pale."

Justin's voice cracked as he made the comment, and as he breathes, the pitch in his throat gets higher and higher.