"Rosemary, have you lost your mind?" the Jacqueline Watson asked, her eyes still wide.
The boy took the opportunity to dash out of the closet, then down the hall. Jacqueline recognized him. She'd just deal with him later. Right now, she just wanted some answers from the last person she thought would act like a slut.
The middle-aged teacher was about to grill the librarian further, but before she could, she felt something hit her in the side of the head. And before she could react, she felt herself changing!
Jacqueline looked down at herself in shock, watching as her body and clothing changed. Her breasts got larger and her clothes got skimpier. And as her outfit shrunk tight around her body, a giggle escaped her. Why did she giggle? But before she could answer her own question, she giggled again. Then she began to twirl her blond hair around her finger. Wait a minute, blond hair? Her hair was brown, wasn't it? She giggled again. Of course not, silly, she thought to herself. It doesn't look brown at all.
And after only a few more seconds, Jacqueline's transformation into a bimbo was complete. She couldn't remember why she was getting so made at Rosemary. Sucking a cock kinda sounded like fun. She giggled again. Part of her, at the back of her mind, told her that she shouldn't be acting like this, that she shouldn't have DD-cup breasts and shouldn't be wearing a tube top and a micro miniskirt, especially at her age of 47, but that voice was very small and barely even a whisper. Regardless, Jacqueline wouldn't have really listened to the voice anyway. She liked being a bimbo. It was fun.
