They got back to class uneventfully, and Mikey had to shift around in his seat a bit before finally resting his breasts on top of the desk like before, trying hard to ignore the stares of the other children. The boys were staring openly at him almost as much as at Miss Grant, but the girls were just glancing and trying not to be noticed looking.
All the unwanted attention made him wonder if Miss Grant felt the same way when he did it to her, raising a little bit of guilt in him, distracting him from the embarrassment as he tried to sink into his seat to hide the massive orbs of flesh protruding from his chest. "Can I see what you brought for show and tell today?"
Benny, one of the ones staring openly at him, whispered the question to him. Mikey handed the rock to him without a word, wanting desperately to be left alone. The other boy stared at the rock, thinking hard about what had happened to his friend and what could have done it. On a whim, he looked at Miss Grant, demonstrating a difficult math equation at the board, and pretended to yawn, whispering something under his breath.
Mikey sat with his hands in his lap, the only place he could put them, focusing intently on the math problem being slowly solved on the board. He idly brought his hand up to brush his long, beautiful red hair out of his face, marveling once again at how much her hair looked like his. Suddenly he felt the urge to yawn as Benny finished doing so next to him, being careful not to smudge the light makeup his mom had insisted on putting on his stunning face, the face of a grown woman if anything.
The last time he came back home with mussed makeup, his mom had been angry. Remembering it made him wince. "I will not have my beautiful son looking like he can't take care of himself! You may not be allowed to touch up your makeup, but you don't need to deliberately ruin it either!"
He noticed that Benny was staring at him even more than usual, holding the rock he just gave him very tightly. "What's wrong?" It was an odd thrill to hear the melodic feminine voice coming out of his mouth in a whisper. Benny just shook his head, gripping the rock even tighter for a moment and pretending to yawn again.
