Back to class

You decide you had better go back to class. You know you have a friend there, and you want to get back to them, and if you get sent to detention for skipping class it'll take a lot longer to find your sister. You leave the bathroom and rummage around in your backpack for something that looks like a schedule and check it against the time. It looks like you're supposed to be in fourth period - science, so you set out to find that room.

After a few minutes, you find the room with the right number and, taking a deep breath, open the door and walk in. Your eyes scan the seats and find your friend, who's looking at you worriedly.

"Melody, why are you late?" The teacher who was lecturing stops and turns to you. You walk up to her and tell her in a quiet voice something about 'feminine issues'. She nods in understanding, and you walk towards the desks. You're relieved, you'd heard your sister joke about how well that excuse worked, and you're glad to see she wasn't kidding. There's an open desk next to your friend which you assume is yours and you sit down as the teacher resumes her lecture.

You look over to your friend and find that she's staring at you, eyes bugged out. "What's wrong?" you ask her.

"What the hell happened to your boobs, Mel?" She indicates 'boobs' by cupping her hands out in front of her own chest.

"What are you talking about?"

"They're huge! How the fuck-" Your friend realizes she's speaking too loudly and starts again, more quietly. "How did they get so much bigger?"

You narrow your eyes, confused. Looking down, the curve of your breasts isn't any more drastic than when you first woke up in this body. Your sister must've messed with your friend somehow, but you don't know what she would gain by that. She probably wants to get you start doubting yourself. You wonder how you can explain to your friend how she's wrong.

"Jessica!" yells the teacher from the front of the class, and your friend sits up straight.

"Yes?" she asks. Good, you finally know her name.

"Perhaps instead of talking you'd like to write the answer to the question on the board?" You see Jessica's face wince. "Ah, you didn't do the reading? Well, maybe Melody can cover for you."

The stuff on the board doesn't seem too hard, just some simple stuff about chemical reactions. You nod and head up to the board, glad you have a chance to help your friend out. Halfway up, though, you remember the trouble you had answering a question in your last class. You reach the board and pick up the chalk, hoping you'll find some way to bullshit an answer.

The question asks you to balance an equation, so you're pretty sure you just need to write some numbers down. You're not sure which ones, but if you write and erase numbers for a little bit, even if they're wrong you'll probably be off the hook. You reach out and put the chalk against the board, but it falls out of your hands and onto the floor.

"Oops!" you somehow feel like saying. "I'm really clumsy." You face the board and bend over at the waist to pick up your chalk. It takes you a few moments before you get your hands on it. You stand back up. You bring the chalk back up to the board and start to write, but the chalk falls out of your hands again.

"Silly me!" you yell. You bend over at the waist and stay down for a few seconds before you come up with the chalk again. You don't even make it to the board before the chalk falls out of your hands again.

"Wow, I'm useless!" you smile as you bend over at the waist to pick up the chalk. But when you grab it and try to stand up it keeps falling out of your hands again, meaning you have to keep bending over, over and over again.

"Great ass, Mel," snickers a voice behind you. You stand up and turn to look. It came from a boy in the front row. You smile at the nice compliment. You want to repay it. He would probably also enjoy your tits. Smiling, you use your arms to squash your breasts together, and wiggle your shoulders to give him a show.

"You motherfucker!" Jessica is yelling from the back of the class. She's walking towards the front. The boy turns to her. He's not looking at you, so you can stop shaking.

"What's wrong with this thing?" the boy says, hitting his hand against the side of a dark green metal box. He presses a button on top and aims at Jessica. "Sit down!"

Jessica continues moving towards him as he presses the button frantically. She reaches him and lays him out with a punch across the bottom of his jaw. He falls back on top of his desk and the box crashes onto the floor.

You can feel your mind start to move again, and your eyes blink rapidly. Slowly, you start to realize that you were just performing at the whim of the creep who's now knocked out in front of you. You feel afraid. You squat down and hug your legs out of some desire to be as small as possible, to maybe disappear and wake up back as yourself.

Jessica offers her hand to you. "Come on," she says, "let's get out of here before everyone else wakes up." Jessica has the boy by the collar and he's whimpering, not resisting. Looking around, the rest of the class is still dazed, but starting to wake up. You hadn't noticed that you were the only one of them still awake. Well, you and Jessica.

You take Jessica's hand and she pulls you up. You admire her strength, to help you up with one hand while holding onto the boy. Her hand is soft and you feel comforted for holding it. You stand up and let go of her hand, and the three of you leave the room.

When you're in the hallway and the door's shut behind you, Jessica asks, "What should we do with him?"