Tears for Fears

Elizabeth made her decision.

Stretching that mystical muscle once more, Elizabeth was greeted by a blast of light and....

....

well, nothing. Nothing except the most terrible exhaustion she had ever felt. Falling over on her side, Elizabeth began to drowse....

She was in a classroom.

She knew because her bare bottom felt the cold plastic of a schoolroom chair, her feet the cold of terrazzo tile.

Her large breasts rested on what felt like a teacher's desk.

Suddenly, a man in a suit burst through the door!

"Elizabeth! What in the world are you doing?"

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around herself as the children began to laugh and point.

"Naked girl! Naked girl!" They chanted.

Tumbling to the floor, Elizabeth curled into a ball, dark hair a stark contrast to the pale bare thing she had become.

She thrashed and squirmed and screamed until-

Elizabeth opened her eyes and heard the footsteps fast approaching. She began to sob quietly. She was out of time, and apparently out of tricks. A part of her seemed to have been lost.

Shivering and all too aware of her **** and powerless state, Elizabeth...