The speedster was racing laps around the track. Each time going faster and faster. It was one of the few places he could get close to his top speed. To anyone in the stands he wasn't even a red blur. Just a hint of colour that you dismissed. No trace of movement, as he was going so fast.
Then Dash felt it, a crack, like the sound barrier he'd left far behind. The windows thankfully thick plastic rather than glass had survived the boom. Frustrated, he decided to slow himself and stop. He had to investigate what had happened. If he'd damaged the track, or himself with his super speed.
However, as he slowed, dropping to a more human pace, and looking like anyone out looking to exercise. The incredible uniform stuck out like a sore thumb. But that wasn't all. Dash stumbled to a stop, the outfit didn't allow for any delusions. His hands darted forward to confirm what he felt and saw.
He was as smooth as his sister. Somehow he'd crossed a barrier into a world where he was a girl, or just triggered this change! She was horrified and fascinated. It was clearly still her body, it was the one she was wearing. A hint of a bust confirming the changes, and a hand wandering ass-wards confirmed there was more back there than he'd expected. If not a shock, it was still unsettling. She was undeniably as feminine as her sister!
Looking around for witnesses, she saw the stands were empty. Moments later, catching her hair. It was the same familiar blonde, but now it was far longer, the same as Violet's reaching down her back. She gave it a cautious tug, hoping to reveal some wig. But, it was firmly rooted in her head.
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