Spanish

“I mean, we literally live in California! Come to think of it, aren’t you, like, the only guy in our class that didn’t take Spanish as an elective? Let’s fix that poor decision making, shall we? First, to get rid of Japanese…” You hadn’t had a chance to try out your Japanese yet, but as Joanna tapped around on the device you felt a hole form where that knowledge had been, a hole that was filled as quickly as it had been made…“…and add Spanish…” Suddenly the school bell rang. “Whoops! Out of time! I guess we’ll just have to continue this later. Why don’t you just calm down and sleep.” And everything faded to black.

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You woke with a start, sweating. You’d just had a terrible nightmare, something about a genie and that bitch Joanna from class…

You sat up and reached over to turn on your bedside lamp, but nothing was there, not to mention the room was already bright—just how long had you been asleep? You weren’t the type to do much on Saturdays, but even so you liked to have some semblance of a schedule. And where had your lamp gone? You looked around, and your confusion grew. This was not your room. Where were you? As you turned your head your vision was obscured by something brown and tangled, and you gasped. What was that?? And why was your voice so high pitched? You went to brush what you assumed must have been a dirty cobweb out of your face and saw your hands. Your tiny, feminine hands… You looked down in panic, and screamed. It was all real, everything. You were suddenly aware of your ridiculously petite frame, your breasts pressing against your legs as you crouched on the end of the bed.

The door suddenly burst open, and Joanna stepped through. “Hey, babe! School was pretty much over, but I reeally wanted to continue our little experiment! Come on, lazybones! Up!” You glowered at her from the bed. She tapped on the device that suddenly appeared in her hands. “I said, up!” You found yourself moving on your own, getting out of the bed and standing in front of Joanna. She was still typing. Why was she still typing? Wasn’t the experiment complete?