Not many do

Evan, along with the rest of the class, had not been paying the least bit of attention to what she was saying, too entranced by the sudden transformation. Not sure how to respond, especially since the only time Veaty had ever asked a student anything was for purposes of role call, Evan just nodded dumbly.

"Excellent, now how about the rest of you?" she asked, looking around. There were a few halfhearted and mostly incoherent responses; most of the class was just staring at her. Sara raised her hand.

"Mr. ... Ms. Veaty..." she began.

"Now Sara, you know I've said not to address me like that," she interrupted, wagging her finger lightly. "First off, you've been here long enough to remember that my last name is Meaty. Second, I've told you to call me Veronica, Ms. Meaty makes me feel old."

"Um, well ... Veronica," Sara stuttered, attempting to continue, "I think I speak for most of us when I say that I don't really understand what just happened."

"Really, is everyone confused?" Veronica asked the class. Several people nodded vigorously, a few threw in yeahs.

"Oh dear, I guess I'll have to give a better example," she said, assuming a thinking pose, one arm crossed over her chest, the other to her chin. This served to further emphasize her already prominent tits. After a moment, she seemed to come to a conclusion.

"Evan, since you said you understood, could you come to the front of the class and help me demonstrate?" she asked, beckoning him forward.