Mikey kept shifting in his seat awkwardly during first period. He was having trouble reaching the top of his desk to get to work. No one seemed to notice the elementary-school age boy dressed in a black skirt as not being one of them, not even him.
The bell rang and he headed for his second class. With each step, his stride grew longer as his legs and arms grew.
The second class was Earth Science, with Mr. Maitlin. Tom Maitlin was a forty year old skinny man in a lab coat with a bald egg-like head. He seemed to think the students got motivated by him acting overly dramatic...like a mad scientist.
Mikey didn't pay much attention as the teacher did the Frankensteinesque..."It's Alive!!" bit for the millionth time. It usually got a corny laugh.
Mikey had different problems, which would have fascinated or scared Mr. Maitlin, was he aware of them. Mikey shifted in his seat, feeling an uncomfortable twitching inside his pants. It felt like something was pressing inward between his legs, being sucked inside. Mr. Maitlin, if he noticed, probably would have been fascinated by it.
The discomfort there subsided, moving into her gut...her now being an accurate term. She raised her hand and got excused. She hurried into the girl's bathroom and into one of the stalls.
