Experimenting on her students

Her students were late, which isn't a big deal most of the time...however it irked her to no end that her entire starting class decided to all be tardy at the same time. She shoved another lock of her own licorice hair into her mouth and chewed it in agitation. Noting that the flavor seemed to grow more sour as her mood changed.

She just hoped more students came in before -

“Heeey Missus P!” A shrill voice blared out, causing Barabaras ears to curl in on themselves from the volume and pitch.

“How many times have I told you to refer to me as Barbara!” She spoke irritably. She wished the school would have abandoned the TA program like most respectable colleges, but no...she was stuck with the insufferable Sarah Sahara Sands. Despite having such an easily teasable and ridiculous name, her attitude was upbeat and overwhelmingly sunny. Barbara despised her, she was the antithesis to everything she had turned into. Young and vibrant, full of pep and positivity. It was despicable.

She was tan, and beautiful. Long flowing golden brown hair, great breasts and a tight ass. Baraba wanted to smother her with a copy of war and peace.

“Sorry Missus P, there was a fight in the hall with Jacob and one of the football players. Seems like Patricia was complaining about some of his teammates eyeing her up during cheer practice. You should have seen Mr. Sanchez...he was fuming my god!” Sarah laughed, her voice causing Barabara to wince visibly in distaste.

“I don't care about these mindless peons squabbles' ' She sighed, rubbing her temples to relieve the oncoming headache brought on by Sarah’s incessant gossip.

“Ah, cheer up Missus P!” she said, twirling around her desk and gingerly snapping off a piece of Barabras now dull colored hair. “It makes you taste bitter!, the happier you are the sweeter you’ll be!” She said, popping the broken lock of candy hair into her mouth and chewing. Frowning slightly. “Aww, I was hoping for fruit punch today...Lime and Watermelon is fine for now...maybe later you’ll have a happier flavor” Sarah grinned, making Barabara acutely aware that she had forgotten to alter her hair back to normal with the strange device.

“You...you just ate my hair” she gasped in shock at the intimate invasion of privacy.

“Well duh, why not? It's free candy!” she exclaimed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Though I guess you could start charging for it, but I mean...what would you charge like 50 cents a piece? You wouldn’t really make much now that I think about it...but also why would you want to deprive everyone of a piece of you? Sometimes I get a bit jealous of you Missus P...imagine if I had cotton candy for hair, I mean that’s crazy right?” Sarah blathered mindlessly, already making her head spin from the revelation of complete and utter normalcy with her bizarre alteration.

Barabra drowned her out, hastily rummaging through her briefcase to extract the device despite the presence of Sarah in front of her who continued to prattle on about...something.

Right away without even touching the screen it began to scan everything around her, her desk, the chairs, her pencils, pens, papers, the school mascot bobblehead she used as a paperweight, Sarah herself and...hmmm.

Barbara blinked and looked up, watching Sarah flap her lips continuously. No matter how good of a TA she was, she was downright annoying. Blah Blah Blah Blah! She spent more time gossiping about school news than grading papers. Despite her work ethic, she really considered Sarah no more than dead weight.

The bobbing of the school mascot caught her attention, the Alfalfa Amazons. A sexist relic of the old guard of the boys clubs that used to rule this school back in the day, she scoffed at the design of a scantily clad amazonian “warrior” being the official mascot. Superficial feminism had replaced it in the modern era, another creation of a bunch of horny nerds pretending to be progressive and laughing it up as the cheer teams were decorated in faux roman bikini armor and shook their asses for the masses.

She took aim and scanned in the bobblehead, seeing a red button pop up as she locked in the targets.

“Hey Missus P, can you believe that-..”

Barabra pushed the button.

Silence, glorious and peaceful silence. She gave a sigh of relief, only to be startled as the loud crash of what sounded like a soft pile of bricks fell to the floor.

To the left of her desk, a body lay crumpled in a heap on the floor. A body with the massive, static smiling plastic head of the Alfalfa Amazon mascot. It bobbled bonelessly against the still body it was attached to.

“Holy shit!” She whispered, shocked and scared beyond belief.

Getting up from her desk, she gingerly tapped the prone body’s ankles. She felt it was warm to the touch, and noticed that chest was compressing up and down as if it was breathing. Breathing despite not having a working flesh and blood mouth. Everything about this was bizarre.

Thankful that she had not committed ****, at least to what she could understand in the moment. She turned to her desk, and gaped at the sight. Attached to the neck base of the bobblehead was Sarah's head. Despite her current predicament, she continued to smile endlessly. Almost mimicking that of the original head she had replaced, however this face was able to move and blink and lick its lips occasionally. It was disturbing and eerie to witness, a shrunken living human head bobbing along without a care in the world.

Shakily, she tapped the head to set it in motion, a flesh tendril of her neck attached to a metal coil allowed her to swing and bounce up and down wildly.

“Go Alfalfa Amazons! You can do it! Jacobs is our star quarterback and he’s pretty cool, did you know he’s dating Patricia Summers? She’s kind of slutty but -” The human headed bobble doll prattled, its voice sounding tinny and mechanical but unmistakable Sarahs emanated from within.

Barabra laughed a bit hysterically, trying not to be overwhelmed with all this new data. However before she could even think about reversing the swaps, her wayward students began to file into class one by one.

“Oh hey Ms. Pataki...Sarah fell over again. Do you need some help?” A male student spoke, breaking her out of her stupor. She recognized him as Peter Richards, an average student but with good grades. He crouched down, and picked up Sarah's lifeless body and cradled it in a fireman's carry. Barbara had to keep from flinching as the head attached to a spring fell back nearly all the way leaving the plastic head to dangle dangerously close to the floor and flailing wildly. He carried her carefully, and propped up her body in the TA desk that was situated behind her own.

“There we go” He said, dusting off her shoulders and folding her hands into her lap. Then pushed her head and let it bobble endlessly. He stared at the unmoving body with the fake head for a while, smiling at it occasionally.

He began to blush, as if the silent bobbing of the plastic head was a form of communication. “Haha..right, I know...That guy is kind of a jerk” He said, hearing only a one sided conversation. “Say...you um...doing anything tonight?” He blushed, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. His eyes lit up as the bobbing began to slow, and tapped the plastic forehead once more. “Really? damn...I’ll pick you up at eight!” He spoke excitedly, “Hey I’ll see you after class!” he shouted excitedly. Meanwhile Sarah’s body slumped over in her chair and became still.

Barbara blinked owlishly at the bizarre one sided exchange, not hearing a single word that Peter supposedly heard coming from Sarah’s comatomse form. “Peter’s such a nice guy! Sarah should be happy to date someone as cute and wonderful as him, I'm almost jealous. I mean did you see the ass on him? Like hellllooooo gorgeous!-'' The tiny bobblehead form of the original Sarah prattled mindlessly on her desk. Barbara fiddled with the device for a second, and selected a voice box and exchanged it with the lifeless body slumped over in her TA chair.

Thankfully this seemed to do the trick, as Sarah’s expressive face bobbed atop her plastic shoulders just smiling and looking around in curiosity. While the plastic headed body continued to sit in silence, its wide painted face grinning endlessly. Barbara tried her best to ignore the living doll on her work desk as the rest of the class filled their seats.

Her nervousness only seemed to reflect on the flavor of her hair, as she could detect a sweet cherry sour smell emanating from around her head. Luckily licorice couldn't sweat, or at least she hoped it didn’t otherwise she’d be very uncomfortable wiping up the sugary sticky mess from her forehead. Despite her anxiety, she was genuinely excited to experiment even further with the reality altering device. As a scientist, it was always a thrill to see how far she could push things, and the ability to do so with reality. With no one realizing anything.

Barbara opened her first drawer, and pulled out a rubber silicone buttplug. A small one, but one she often used during class time as a relaxer. Deftly she bent forward, and readied her abused hole for the entrance of an old classic. It was over in a matter of seconds, she squirmed around in delight to feel that fullness in her rectum once more. Now at ease, and fully relaxed she could focus on taking roll call, and getting on with her experimentation.