New Sex Ed Teacher

The headmaster stopped pacing and turned to Walter with a determined look in his eyes. "Walter, I have a special assignment for you this afternoon. How would you like to earn a nice bonus?"

Walter raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "I'm listening, Mr. Thompson."

"The school nurse was originally going to handle the sex ed class today," the headmaster began, "but because she could use some help demonstrating certain, shall we say, 'hands-on' aspects of human anatomy and reproduction, I think you, in your current form, would be better suited for the job."

Walter's eyes widened as he realized what Mr. Thompson was suggesting. "You want me to teach a sex ed class? As a woman?"

Mr. Thompson nodded. "Think about it, Walter. You could provide a unique and memorable experience for the students. And, of course, there would be a bonus in it for you. Say, an extra $500?"

Walter considered the offer, his mind racing with the implications. Finally, he agreed. "Alright, Mr. Thompson. I'll do it. But there's just one small problem—I don't have any suitable clothes."

The headmaster waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, that's easily solved. We have a spare pink swimsuit in the lost and found. It belonged to a former Teacher Candidate—a blonde woman who was let go last year. I'm sure it will fit you perfectly."

Walter hesitated, picturing the skimpy swimsuit. "Are you sure this is appropriate?"

Mr. Thompson clapped him on the back, chuckling. "It's for educational purposes, Walter. The students will appreciate the visual aid. Now, go get changed, and I'll see you in class."

An hour later, Walter, still in the form of his wife, waited in a classroom for the students to arrive.

"Here goes nothing" he mumbled to himself.