"Wh-what are you going to do?" Steve asked. Ingrid smiled. "Ah, now that's a good question. Me, I call it..." Another stream of alien syllables poured out, and Steve's body was instantly racked with pure brain fire, like every neuron in his body was going off at once. The world was a single giant, colorful, agonizing fireworks display, and then everything went black.
When she woke up, she was in the school infirmary. She could feel a damp washcloth on her forehead. Mrs. George, the school nurse, was smiling down at him. She must have noticed her confusion. "You fainted, dear," she said.
"What?" she asked. She tried to get up, but it was hard. It felt like there was a weight on her stomach, pressing her down.
"I'll help you, dear," Mrs. George said, sliding her hand under her back. "Slide your legs onto the floor." She did so, and suddenly, she realized what the weight was. Memories flooded her mind.
She stared at herself in the mirror. She was hot. Smoking hot. She giggled internally, wondering why it seemed like something new. Even though she was pregnant.
Ms. Fletcher entered the room, looking at him with cold blue eyes. "May I have a moment with Stacy, Margaret?" She asked Mrs. George.
"Oh, of course, dear," the older woman said, leaving them.
"Stacy "The Slut" Farber...or so it says on the wall of the boy's bathroom on the third floor, next to...for a good time call," she said. "You really should clean up your act. You are going to be a mother."
She looked down. "Yes, Ms. Fletcher," she mumbled.
"Well, I'll see you in class. If nothing else, motherhood can be very rewarding. I've never done it myself, but there is a maternal bond that forms." She paused. "Does the name Steve mean anything to you?"
"No, should it?" She asked, confused.
Ms. Fletcher had to keep an eye out. There were always a few people who had a low-level sense of what was going on. Weird feelings, but they usually faded after a few days. Maybe one in a million remembered the old reality, but they'd be thought crazy, if by some chance there was such a person in the school.
"No. Nothing...See you in class." Ms. Fletcher left her. Everything was going according to plan. One disgraceful student down...Stacy wasn't exactly going to up the quality of the student body. She was exactly what Tiffany had been. But Tiffany had the chance to be a good student now.
