Glancing around the teacher's lounge, Mikey found their were only two other faculty members there, neither of them their proper selves. The first was Richy Donaldson, who now appeared to have aged to about fifteen years of age, and a pale young man around Jon's age with shaggy black hair wearing what could only be an outfit belonging to Miss Warren, Mikey's own young and quite attractive teacher.
"Ah, Richy, Derek, good to see you made it," Jon said as he sat down, and the meeting was under way. Mikey zoned out most of the conversation, instead focusing on the changes the three of them underwent over the next hour. By the time, the hour was over, all three of the boys had undergone some major changes.
Jon, for one, was now quite slender in form, his arms slight and his newly hairless legs appearing to go on forever. About halfway through the meeting his now jet black hair had grown so long the bun could no longer hold it, and Jon had to redo it, this time braiding it before putting it up into a bun. His eyelashes had grown and curled, while the eyes themselves were beginning to take an almond shape.
Richy, meanwhile, has aged another decade, and had grown a little under a foot to about five foot three. His dirty blonde hair had grown down to the small of his back, though the original Mrs. Donaldson had grown her hair to over twice the length it was now.
Derek Warren had already grown the seven years to reach Miss Warren's age, and was already developing her figure as well. His stomach and waist were tiny, whist above and below the former rail of a boy was beginning to fill out. He had tanned somewhat to take on that warm tone, and his formerly unruly hair had smoothed out into a glossy bob cut, and his sunken features were looking more and more feminine.
Mikey's inspection was interrupted by Jon, who rose and with a curt sign to Mikey indicated him to follow him back out. However, rather than return to the office, Jon turned the opposite direction, heading out into the parking lot. Mikey hesitated, and got a sharp rebuke from his principal for it. Jon got into his car, and despite his trepidations Mikey got in as well.
"It's lunch time," Jon explained, "And I'm neither willing to let you go nor make myself stay here for it. So, you're coming with me." he turned the key in the ignition, and put the car in drive.
