Going to Homeroom

Megan's high heels tapped on the carpeted hallway floor. Original Megan, still a passenger inside her brain, noted that it looked less like a school and more like someone had put lockers inside a fancy hotel corridor.

She did end up going to her homeroom, opening the door and seeing a roomful of her fellow seniors turning toward her with looks of fear and confusion. Her petite young homeroom teacher walked over just as Megan noticed that there was a black jacket hanging over the wall-mounted TV monitor. The teacher started to say, "Listen, Ms. Bishop --"

Megan interrupted with, "Just a minute, Ms. Dahl. First, I wish the monitor in every classroom was twice as big and nothing could block them."

The jacket slid off the monitor as it grew. Most of the screen was showing Arthur lying in bed getting a shared blowjob from the newly MILFed Jasmine and Lavinia, although Megan was seen in a small window in one corner thanks to the magical hovering camera that was shooting her. She spoke directly into that camera. "I'd say it's quite an improvement for Mr. Daniels and Mrs. Byrd, so I wish that all the teachers and administrators -- all school employees -- looked like MILF porn stars."

The class gasped and a strangled sound escaped Ms. Dahl's throat as her blonde hair exploded into platinum waves, her body expanding outward into an hourglass figure with a noticeable layer of fat, her skin suddenly gaining the tan and freckles of a woman who'd been a sun worshipper for decades, her clothes now a white crop-top shirt tied around her melon-sized breasts, tight black capri pants, and black high-heeled sandals.

The teacher could see her heavily made-up face in the monitor. She said, "Oh, my God, I look so old!"

"Didn't you want to be more mature?" asked Megan.

"Not like this!" wailed Ms. Dahl. "Please -- please -- just help me out."