The Class

Jada tapped her pencil nervously, counting down the seconds before class started silently to herself. Professor Hannigan had pulled her aside as soon as Jada entered the classroom. She looked pissed, a new look for the nerdy, anxiety prone woman. The woman's close-cut ginger hair bounced like the crest of a cockatoo when she was angry. It was not a pleasant sight.

The professor peppered Jada with a dozen pointed questions about Millie, her whereabouts, and what she had been up to. Jada insisted she hadn't seen her roommate since yesterday's class and that was the honest to God truth. In fact, Jada was starting to get worried. There were signs that Millie had been back to the room during the night. Her bed was messier when Jada woke up than when she had gone to bed, but that was the only indication her roommate still existed.

Unsatisfied, the professor dismissed Jada and slumped down at her desk, nursing a particularly crabby look on her face.

Just as the bell rang, a blur of pink hair rushed through the doorway in a thunder of heavy footsteps. At first, Jada didn't recognize this new member the class. He(she?) was huge! As tall as any of the jocks in the class, and quite a bit bigger. The individual's muscular arms threatened to burst the sleeves of their t-shirt. Meanwhile, their breasts seemed to take up their whole chest. Their face was chiseled and handsome, but also too pretty to be strictly male. It was also hauntingly familiar.

"Sorry I'm late, professor. I had to run a few errands before coming to class."

The voice was deep, somewhat masculine, but also unmistakable. The same quirks and inflections were there.

"No way," Jada muttered under her breath.

Millie Maywood lumbered over to her desk on muscled legs like tree trunks. When she plopped down in the desk that barely fit her, the entire room shook. All eyes were fixed on her in shock. Jada watched as the professor vacillated between quiet rage and disbelief. Meanwhile, Brad, little shit that he was, finally seemed to notice Millie, having turned bright red. Millie, for her part, seemed to soak in the attention. She grinned at Brad, nodded to the professor, and spared an awkward, nervous glance back at Jada. It would be the only time she actually looked Jada's way all class.

What followed was an agonizing hour and a half in which Jada had to sit and soak in the bizarre and terrifying transformation her best friend had undergone. It wasn't just Millie's body that had changed. She was like a whole new person. More confident and outgoing, repeatedly answering Professor Hannigan's questions...much to the professor's growing chagrin.

When the bell rang, Jada rushed out of the classroom. She needed space and time to understand what had happened. Nothing made sense. What had happened to her sweet, innocent best friend? How had she gained the proportions of a male bodybuilder in a single night?

By the time Jada stopped walking, she was halfway across campus. She felt hot, and dizzy, and so confused. She also felt guilty for leaving her friend. She pulled her phone out and sent a simple text: "we need to talk."