Professor Hannigan confronts Millie

"I know it was you."

"What do you mean?" Millie shifted awkwardly in front of the professor's desk.

Millie knew what this was about. She had brought the idol with her just in case something like this happened, but she was still hesitant to give it up. It wasn't just a dead artifact any longer. It contained Millie's new God and Master.

"You were the last person to leave this classroom according to security cameras. You and Jada were the last ones, but Jada never brings a backpack, and she only carried her book out of the room. You took the idol."

It seemed ridiculous that the scrawny, middle aged professor could possibly threaten Millie in her new form, but the shemale still felt fear. Even though she could snap Hannigan like a twig, Hannigan could fail her, or worse call campus police. Millie was backed into a corner and there was only one way out.

"You're right. I took it," Millie reached into her purse and pulled out the idol. She could feel her master's presence pulsing inside of it. Blood began to pump into her cock, tenting her sweatpants.

"I could have you expelled for doing this. I should fail you and throw you out my class!"

Millie gazed down at the angry little lesbian with a mixture of pity and fear. She could feel Oonok watching through her eyes, seeming to size up the skinny, aging woman.

"Are you going to?"

"I should!"

"But _are you?"_

Hannigan let out a long, tired sigh, "you're my best student. I don't want to do any of those things. I just cannot understand why you did this. Please, help me to understand!"

The professor lifted her skinny arms up to the sky as if she had been forsaken by some precious god. Her nasally, high pitch voice sounded like the squeaking of a shoe on the floor of a gymnasium.

"I wanted to try the ritual," Millie said simply.

The professor stared at Millie in disbelief, "you wanted to try...the ritual? Why on earth would you do that."

"I _did _try the ritual," Millie giggled. "Don't you notice anything different about me?"

She slapped a big, meaty hand down on the desk and flexed her muscle.

"You aren't well. You are having delusions, Millie."

"Maybe, maybe not. But that's my business. If I give you the idol, will you forget this ever happened?"

The impulse to give up the idol surprised Millie. It was Oonok's desire, not her own.

The professor let out another sharp sigh, "you really should get help, Millie."

"I've received all the help I could possibly need. Now, will you take the idol?"

Professor Hannigan seemed deflated, "yes. give it here."

As soon as the professor's fingers closed around the stone of the idol, she seemed to shiver. Millie could feel her master's attention moving elsewhere, but she didn't understand it.

"Please seek help," the professor repeated.

Millie was getting annoyed. She wasn't the delusional one. How the professor could look at her new body and not put two and two together was beyond her.

"Hey professor, you're a lesbian, right?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're girlfriend. She's bi, didn't you say that once?"

"Um, yes. What is your point?"

"Do you ever worry you won't be able to satisfy her? You know, like a man?"

"Get out," the professor snapped.

Millie giggled and bounded out of the classroom feeling utterly dominant. She had humiliated the professor and come out on top. She could practically feel the testosterone pumping through her. She wasn't going to be a pushover ever again.

Meanwhile, Professor Rebecca Hannigan was left gripping the idol with white knuckles, her face contorted in rage. Deep in her mind, far in the distance, a voice whispered to her.