Transcript Start&nbsp;<br /><br />Physical Training was something Tyler never looked forward to at school. Preferring the cosy warmth of a classroom than the sweltering outdoors where they were forced to get down and dirty, sitting on blades of wet muddy grass or getting their shoes stained with grime.<br /><br />Alongside a group of classmates who felt the same, Tyler would soon earn himself a place amongst the 'Benchwarmers'; coined after the players on a sports team not chosen to participate in whatever game was going on. Except their take on the term involved doing absolutely nothing, they weren't substitutes or spare players, they just didn't want anything to do with PT at all.<br /><br />The only time Tyler and the other Benchwarmers ever got up for physical stuff at all was during their school's annual Sports Festival, where other neighbouring schools came together to participate in a gauntlet of races and tests of physical might before everyone went home happy with a medal, and it seemed this year's festival would be more of the same.<br /><br />Lazing around a few minutes before it was his turn to run the relay for his class, Tyler was midway through reading a digital novel before a strange glitch ruins the experience, blacking out the screen before a strange photo taking application opens without warning, leaving Tyler's thumb inches away from the capture button with dumbstruck eyes glimpsing a very different world filtered through the screen of his phone.<br /><br />Dylan was his school&#8217;s ace in the hole, a jack of all trades, master of none who scored well enough in each component to net the total overall points needed for the win. But once Tyler&#8217;s thumb lands on the screen after a few seconds of hesitation with a flushed look on his face, the world flashes pink before Dylan vanishes from his spot on the track before Tyler, relocated to the far end of the field as the lead cheerleader waving her pom-poms around with nary a hint of concern on her vapid face, bright pink pigtails bobbing to the rhythmic swaying of her voluptuous body barely hidden beneath that slutty uniform of hers. Where Dylan once did well in everything without a field of expertise, Diana was now the best known gal in school, hiding her excellent choreography skills behind the gaudy exterior of a gossiping high schooler.<br /><br />Becoming emboldened by the knowledge of what this new app could do, Tyler's hands move with a mind of their own, switching from target to target without a hint of concern about the potential repercussions, focused solely on the delicious eye candy he was producing from boring old boys. Even going so far as to target his fellow Benchwarmers, turning the portly Samuel into a tall, athletic girl with raven blue hair done up in a ponytail while Dennings shrinks away into a petite yet flexible blondy, all of them sporting tan marks across their new, tantalising forms.<br /><br />But as he does away with Frederick sitting innocently in front of him Tyler's eyes focus on the red sports top and shorts adorning the nubile young body of the newly transformed girl, feeling a strange tingle run down his spine alongside new weights pulling down on his chest and itchy sensations tickling his brow and backside. A strangely exposed backside that felt awfully squished together by form fitting pants. <br /><br />With his reverie interrupted by the announcement calling for the Benchwarmers of Feras Highschool For Girls to make their way to the track, watching in stunned surprise as Sasha and Delilah rise off their seats to take their designated spots for the relay run. Tyler begins to feel a creeping sense of dread before Frederica's alluring voice catches his attention, shooting him a warm look full of love in the midst of her stretches with slender forearms brushing against voluminous breasts, making Tyler feel turned on but without the usual strain against his groin.<br /><br />"C'mon Tina, now's not the time for daydreaming! We've got a race to win&#8230;do me proud and I'll show you a good time alright?"<br /><br />Blatant invitation for something intimate aside, Tyler's eyes were suddenly afraid to look down, to figure out why his body seemed so&#8230;light, yet heavy. Sensitive yet dull, bigger yet smaller. But the audio and visual clues were more than enough to tell HER what it all meant. If Tyler was from an all boys school in a group whose name was meant to mock their laziness and he had himself an app that could inverse reality as its namesake implied. Then that meant the Benchwarmers were people that had a love for sport, and Feras Highschool For Girls was the direct opposite of the school Tina was originally from.<br /><br />&#8216;And if Frederick and I weren't ever friends&#8230;&#8217;<br /><br />Flipping her camera over to face the adorable visage of a long haired maiden, Tina knew then that her fate was sealed, feeling her heart drop as her girlified phone flashes once more before an error message inserts itself in bold over it, leaving her no choice but to drop it in her bag before rushing off to join the relay in a mix of uncertainty and excitement towards this sudden change in her life with a hefty bosom of her own bouncing to her every step, feeling the air brush against toned supple meat beneath hairless sun kissed skin, stunned at the massive uproar directed her way from the crowd of students all around her&#8230;<br /><br />{THANK YOU FOR USING INVERSHOT B0.9b &nbsp;- SUCCESSFULLY UNINSTALLED}<br /><br />Transcript End<br /><br />A short entry into the series<br /><br />Link to my discord group if you wanna hang out with like minded peeps or for easier communications : discord.gg/6kruMRX9jk<br /><br />Link to my Patreon where I upload exclusive content if you wanna support me : www.patreon.com/YakerTG<br /><br />Images by Gentsuki :&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/3239395">www.pixiv.net/en/users/3239395</a>