"Well, Mr. Hawthorn, you see," Mikey pouted," the reason I didn't do the assignment was I was in the hospital all yesterday." He stuck a finger in his mouth suggestively, while thrusting his chest out to flaunt his nonexistent assets. Despite the fact that the it was ridiculous coming from a tween boy, the trick worked like a charm.
"The H-hospital, you say?" Mr. Hawthorn flustered, his face turning beat red. "What for?"
"Why, for my heart, of course. They say I had an irregular heartbeat." Mikey grabbed the teachers's hand, then placed it over his chest, right on the left cup of his empty bra. "See?"
"Er... yes, yes, I suppose I can make an exception in light of your medical condition," Hawthorn attempted to regain his composer, a feat not aided by the snickers from throughout his class. "Now class, I want you to turn to The section on the First World War in Asia Minor, which was namely fought between the Ottoman Empire and..." Mikey tuned him out, the crisis averted and now he could relax.
Looking over, Mikey caught the look of disgust on Karyn's features. He flipped the bitch off, showing off his new nails, which were a glossy pink and perfectly manicured for as long as cheerleading would allow.
Mikey spent the rest of the class period fantasizing about Biff, planning all the things he was going to do to him once he got the quarterback alone with him tonight. Sure, Mikey could replace Biff with someone just as well within a minute, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy having the the beefy boy around. He was hardly difficult on the eyes, was an athlete just as much under the sheets as he was on the field, and he certainly knew how to push the freaks around. As Mikey continued to fantasize about Biff, he failed to notice as changes continued to befall his body. By the time they were done with class, Mikey had lost all of the minuscule body hair he had possessed, save his eyebrows, which only remained as slender lines arching across his forehead, and his eyelashes, which defied the fate of the others by growing, darkening and curling until Mikey's eyes were framed by thick rays of black lashes.
Mikey was halfway to his next period when he heard a familiar voice in the hall, and when he turned who should he find but...
