And then Ms. Warren opened her mouth and screamed. She looked up at Mikey who sat over her looking down like a giant. From the scale she didn't even recognize who it was; Just that the world had turned very wrong.
Mikey tried to quiet the tiny teacher, shushing her. He didn't want his mom or John to hear and find out what he had done.
"Mikey?" shouted Ms. Warren with a horrified recognition, "What's going on? What happened to me?"
"It's ok! I did it!" Mikey said proudly, "I can have any wish I want."
"What did you wish?" she shouted.
"I wanted to look at you up close. And I was worried you'd tell my mom about what happened in class," he replied.
"Mikey, you have to change me back. Change me back right now," she demanded.
"I still want to look at you," he said.
"You've seen me, Mikey. Please." she said, nearly crying.
"I wish you wouldn't act like that, Ms. Warren," said Mikey, "I wish you liked me looking at you."
Though Mikey didn't even realize he'd made a wish, Ms. Warren's whole personality shifted. At only 12 inches in height, Ms Warren was still her shapely shelf. Always a small woman (relatively), she wore a petite black suit that matched her short black hair. She was very young and very attractive but always carried with her an innocent demeanor that made her a perfect fit as a teacher.
But that wasn't her right now. Slowly she unbuttoned her jacket, revealing a tight white shirt. Her tiny nipples made miniscule indentations against the fabric. She slid her belt off, letting it fall to the desk and then unzipped her black pants, sliding them down her perfect legs to reveal matching black underwear. Then came her shirt, which she pulled off over her head. Her equally perfect breasts bounced as the shirt freed them. The world's tiniest stripper, Ms. Warren looked up at Mikey.
"Do you want to see more of me?"
