Walking into class behind the crowd of the rest of the kids, Mikey spotted his long-time (since kindergarten!) friend Benny, sitting down near the middle of the class. He rushed over to grab a seat next to him, high-fiving him.
"I didn't know you were in Miss Grant's class! Why weren't you here before?" Benny shrugged, but answered anyway. "I was in another class the first few weeks, but I got transferred here. Glad I did, too!"
Mikey was about to ask why when class started, and it was announced (with plenty of groaning) that Show and Tell would happen at the end of class. "Now, quiet down, kids! You're in fourth grade now! You can afford to be patient until then. No having your things out before then, okay?"
The teacher was a real beauty, the subject of many of the boys' dreams, especially the ones in her class. Benny was all too eager to point that out, in a way Mikey knew was probably a roundabout method of getting him to say something stupid or embarrassing, something Benny did often.
They sat huddled together, looking in the general direction of the teacher pretending to listen. In reality, Benny was mumbling under his breath about Miss Grant's more appealing qualities. "Look at that long red hair, those lips that look like she's pouting, the long legs... her huge boobies. I wonder what it's like to have boobies like that."
Mikey, staying quiet up until now, finally spoke up in a hushed tone. "I can see her too, I know what she looks like. You're just trying to get me to say something stupid like 'I wish I had boobies like Miss Grant.' It's not gonna hap--" He sat up straight, rubbing at his leg where the rock suddenly got hot for a second but cooled down just as quickly.
Mikey suddenly felt a tight pain in his chest, as if his shirt got a whole lot tighter, and looked down to see that it was pushed out by twin mountains on his chest, topped by small points on the ends. Boobies. Benny was staring at them too, fabric stretched nearly to the limits, about to burst at any moment and causing a large amount of pain constricting his new acquisitions.
The rest of the class didn't seem surprised at all, treating it as if it had always been like that. Several of the boys were staring at him as much as at Miss Grant, which would have made him feel uncomfortable if he had noticed. Mikey was growing increasingly dismayed as it felt like the shirt was going to burst open, yet the teacher was just talking as normal until she saw Mikey, though the reaction was different from what he expected. "Michael Madison! How many times have you been told to wear a brassiere? I KNOW it's uncomfortable, but it's the rule!"
Laughter erupted all over the room, making Mikey flush with embarrassment, drowning in it until the teacher's voice rang out again. "Come with me this instant, and we'll get this straightened out." She walked over to his desk and took his hand to walk him out of the class; walking was definitely an interesting experience now. With every step his new boobies bounced up and down, almost painfully if not for the shirt. As they walked out of the classroom and through the school, he wondered where she was taking him.
