Logan Wright stood in the low light of the empty gym with his head down. Logan was 22 and knew that he had just played his last organized basketball game. His bag sat behind him on the bottom bleacher row waiting for him.

He should have showered and gotten changed and left an hour ago but he lingered behind long after the rest of the team and fans had all gone home.

Logan was lightning fast with excellent ball handling skills, tenacity on defense and while rebounding combined with a good outside jumper and a fearlessness when driving to the basket.

He was also only 5’7” and 150 pounds. He had been beaten up playing college ball and been told repeatedly that he was simply too small to play in the NBA.

Logan still wore his uniform and high tops. He had gone to the locker room after the game and listened to his coach’s speech but when everybody else headed for the showers, he headed back out to the court.

He was very familiar with the routine of the janitorial staff and knew it would be a few hours before everything was totally finished and he would absolutely have to leave.

“Just a few inches and I could be a professional” he said to himself spinning a ball between hands mindlessly. “I’d give anything to play professionally”

“I’m sorry but I couldn’t help overhear you”

Logan jumped at the sound of another voice coming from the shadows behind him.

“AH! Who’s there?” he yelled out.

“I’m sorry” a small old woman stepped out of the shadows and into the light. It was one of the cleaning ladies, Monique.

“You scared me to death” Logan said.

“I didn’t mean to scare you Logan. You know I’m usually the one still going up and down the aisles looking for more trash” Monique said.

“I know…I guess I was just lost in thought was all” Logan admitted.

“I know you were…can’t say I blame you either but you and I have a lot in common when it comes to that” Monique said with a shake of her head.

Logan gaged her age at around 70.

“I used to love to play basketball too, but back in my day…girls didn’t even get a team. I beat my brothers daily but nobody else ever got to see me even play” Monique lamented.

Logan just nodded and dribbled the ball a few times as Monique came closer to him on the floor. He bounced the ball over to her and the old woman handled it flawlessly. She dribbled a few times very quickly, bending her knees and leaning forward slightly with a wide smile on her lips. “Tell you what: Make a wish and shoot a half-court shot and you never know what might happen…”

Monique rose up and shot the basketball hitting nothing but net from 15 feet away. She didn’t say another word as she turned and walked off the court.

Logan had to smile. He dribbled a few times around the court, finding himself about 10 feet behind the half-court line. “If I make this shot, it will happen…my wish will come true” he said to himself thinking he was a fool the whole time. “What the hell” he said with a shrug.

“I wish I could play professional basketball” he said as he ran for the middle of the court. He launched off his right foot and heaved the ball toward the net.

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“Oh Yeah!” Logan yelled and pumped his fist into the air.

As he did he felt a cold breeze whip around him. A tingle ran up his spine and he shivered, shaking his shoulders violently before a warmth built up in his stomach. Sweat beaded on his forehead and at the base of his neck; dizziness swept over him and his hands began to tingle.

“What the heck…I feel like shit all of a sudden” Logan said as he bent over at his waist. He clutched his cramping stomach and winced until the feeling began to pass.

He felt tight across his shoulders and as he stood back up, he sensed he was getting taller. He felt like he was growing “No way” he mumbled “There’s no way…I can’t…”

Logan took in a deep breath and pulled his shoulders back. He put his arms out straight and saw that his jersey was rising up and showing off the under armor compression shirt beneath it.

A rush of adrenaline flew through him “No way…my wish” He stopped then and stared at the ground. “My shoes; they feel tight”

“No way this is actually happening…am I actually growing? Am I getting bigger?” The ground seemed further away but he was afraid it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Logan sat down hard and fast against the cold court. He furiously untied his shoes and yanked them off. He peeled off his right sock with anticipation “Whoa”

He dropped the sock and stared at his bare foot confused and bewildered. “That’s…not…my…” he wiggled the toes before him “…foot”

He brought his knee up to bring his foot closer to him. He looked alarmed as it got close. He hesitated a moment before he ran his finger over his big toe nail and the pink nail polish that was now on it.

He squeezed his toes and flexed them back; feeling the muscles pull but he didn’t recognize his own foot. It was narrower but longer with long thin toes all decked out in pink nail polish.

Logan pulled off his other sock and saw a matching left foot to the right. Another long, thin, and soft foot adorned with pink nail polish.

“These aren’t my feet…what the hell am I…oh God!” he said as he saw his legs before him.
It took a second to register what was different about them before it hit him that they were now completely smooth and hairless.

“AH!” He yelled; the scream echoing through the empty chamber as he ran his hand over smooth and soft shins.

Logan jumped up to his now very pretty feet. He stared down at his legs as they changed before his eyes. They were growing longer but the shape of them was also changing as they went. His calf muscles rose up and his ankles trimmed. His knees locked as his thighs filled out.

His hips shifted outward but his powerful thighs were still wider. It was the shift in weight on his backside that made his eyes open wide and his hands fly to his ass.

Logan’s ass filled out and rounded off. He could feel power there but also his whole center of gravity felt different as his body shifted and changed, pushing his basketball shorts out behind him.

As his thighs continued to grow fuller, he felt his penis rub against the left thigh. It sparked a tingle there that quickly spread as he felt everything begin to tighten and rise up.

“No! Oh No!” Logan yelled as his knees clamped together and his hands flew to his front. “This is not happening to me right now!”

Logan’s penis began to shrink and pull backward as his testicles began to lift and rise up as well. He slapped and grasped at them as they rose. “Uh” he managed weakly as one testicle retreated back into his body.

“Oh” he added when the second one departed.  He fell back onto his more cushioned ass as his hands fumbled with his shorts. He pulled the waistband of both his underwear and shorts just in time to see his penis standing much smaller than he was used to. It pulsated once, shrank, twice, shrank even further, before it appeared to be overwhelmed by a full upheaval of skin.

“Ah God!” Logan screamed as his skin slid and shifted and reformed into a vagina and clitoris. He felt new muscles grip and spasm. They clamped then slowly released and eased sending an entirely new sensation rocketing through his body.

Logan hyperventilated; his stomach rising and falling as it too began to shift and change. His waist pulled in and his stomach shifted and elongated while it remained firm.

His undershirt began to tighten and close in on him, rising up his sides. Logan grabbed the bottom of both of his shirts and he pulled them off over his head with some effort, freeing his chest just seconds before it would have become very uncomfortable.

Logan had to yank hard to get the undershirt off his upper arm. He was quite muscular but his arm was already changing and becoming even bigger. It felt fuller and rounder than before but still very strong.

“Oh…Um…” Logan murmured as he felt a stirring in his chest.  His nipples puffed up and his areolas rose up taking just a bit of skin and flesh upward and outward. Softness flooded the area and more skin and flesh began to rise up and push out.

Logan’s hands went to his budding breasts as they continued to grow larger on his chest. “Oh shit…this is real” he said as they rounded and fell into place on his body. He carefully slid his hands under them, felling the taut skin and lifted them up. He felt the weight and movement in his body and their new sensitivity rang through his nerves.

Logan’s shoulders rose and his arms continued to lengthen. His hands began to change: His fingers thinned and then grew longer. The nails rounded but stayed short and no polish came onto them. He splayed his fingers out wide and his mind knew that he could easily palm a basketball with these long thin hands he now found he had.

His face began to tingle and he felt his neck elongate and the front go smooth and flat. He coughed to clear his throat and the pitch sounded different.

He couldn’t see his own face but he could tell changes were occurring. His chin dipped down and he ran his long fingers over it feeling the smoothness of his skin.

His jaw rose up making his face heart shaped as the corners of his mouth came inward. His lips plumped and his teeth shifted. His nose thinned and grew longer as his eyes widened and changed from brown to blue.

His cheeks rose up and became sleeker and longer as his forehead rose. His eyebrows lengthened and lightened and his ears changed shape.

His dark brown hair lightened and became more auburn in color as it began to grow longer. A few strands swept over his forehead as it crept down past his ears to his shoulders.

“Well Hello there”

“AH” Logan jumped and grabbed the jersey off the floor.

“No need to jump around all scared girl”

Logan recognized the voice as Monique’s. “Monique…is that you?” she called out adjusting to her new different sounding voice. It wasn’t high but it was different.

“It is me” Monique replied walking forward. “Look at you”

“You have to help me Monique I…”

“I already did help you girl…what more do you want from me?” Monique said in a weary but teasing voice.

“What…What do you mean…you mean…you had something to do with…this?” she waved her hands up and down.

“Well I told you to make a wish and make a shot from half court and it would come true”

“But I…”

Monique held a piece of newspaper in her hand that she handed over with the headline reading “Lauren Wright prepares for career in WNBA”

Lauren swiped the paper out of Monique’s hands and quickly read the story “…expected to be one of the first picks in the upcoming WNBA draft, Syracuse native Lauren Wright is prepared to be a dominant force in the professional ranks. ‘You just don’t see this type of Athlete come along every day’ said rival coach Rich Hill ‘Lauren is the ultimate combination. Her 6’1” size combined with lightning quick moves and a devastating outside shot make her impossible to guard. You just don’t know if she’ll go inside or outside to beat you. She also is a tremendous rebounder and a defensive force. She’ll be the LeBron James of the WNBA’”

“But…I don’t understand…” Lauren said realizing how much taller she had grown as she looked down on the small Monique.

“You will. I always regretted not being allowed to play just because I was girl. You wanted to play professional…so a little bit from column A…a little bit from column B…” Monique said with a smile as she turned to walk away.

There was a ball at Lauren’s feet, still bare from examining them as they changed.  Lauren smiled just a bit as she picked up the ball and rose up on the balls of her feet. She shot with just a slight jump, the ball moving fluidly from her hand to hit nothing but net. “Huh…WNBA…you better be ready for me”