Ms. Carson, totally in shock, almost dropped the living boob in her hands. "What? How?" she stammered.
"Help me," the nipple pleaded again. "Change me back."
"Change you back?" the nurse repeated. Her eyes fell to the school uniform on the floor, then returned to the blob of living flesh. "Are you telling me that you're actually a student? Who?"
"Nelle," the breast answered. "Nelle Rossi."
"Nelle Rossi?" Ms. Carson said, picturing the shapely student.
"Yes," the boob confirmed. It tried to nod, but the best it could accomplish was a little jiggle.
"But what happened to you, girl?" the nurse asked. "How did you get this way?"
"Meg," was the only response.
"Meg? Meg Scott?"
"Yes."
Ms. Carson thought about the mousy student. With a shake of her head, she said, "How could that little pile of shit do something like this?"
