Mikey simply stared straight ahead as Miss Grant led him through the school, distracted by the bouncing of his new boobies to the point of having no idea where they were headed. His vision downward was completely hidden by his shirt pushed out by the new twin mountains pushing out from his chest.
After a few minutes of walking and a lot of uncomfortable staring, they ended up in the Nurse's office. "Call home, Mikey. I'm sorry, sweetie, but I can't have you in my class without a bra. It's too distracting for everyone, and the principal heard about my lending you one of mine. I'm not allowed to do so anymore."
He was eager to call home; maybe his mom would see what was wrong, and maybe she would know how to fix it! After just two rings, she picked up. "Hello? Mikey? Oh, no, I didn't forget to put your bra on again, did I? You have to tell me these things, honey!" To his boundless irritation, his mom seemed to think this was normal, too. The nurse, however, didn't; he was staring at Mikey's boobies, smiling. Mikey muttered under his breath, "I wish people didn't stare at me like I was some kind of freak..."
He didn't notice the rock growing warmer against the skin of his leg, as he was trying to convince his mom to come get him rather than just bring a bra to him. "No, mom, I wanna go home! Can't you take me home just for today?" He stopped for a moment to clear his throat; his voice sounded funny.
Suddenly he noticed that the nurse who had been staring almost straight ahead at him was now looking up, but still focused on the same spot. His boobies felt lighter, somehow, not as much of a burden on his back; instead of the rough cotton T-shirt, he felt a kind of light, silky material wrapped around his chest much more snugly, but not as tight, as if it were shaped around his boobies.
"Come on now, honey, you're old enough to drive! You're twenty-two! And your sister Julie is there too. Don't you need to give the school notice, too? You know they're short on teachers lately!" Mikey was completely puzzled by this; he wasn't a teacher, or twenty-two, and he didn't have a sister named Julie! He was a ten-year-old student! He heard the dial tone and simply stared at the phone. His mom had hung up on him!
Mikey noticed that the hand holding the phone looked completely different, as did the arm it was attached to. His hand wasn't that big or that girly, he didn't wear nail polish, or bracelets... come to think of it, his lip tasted funny, kind of sweet... He rushed into the bathroom, and staring back at him from the mirror was an exact copy of Miss Grant! People certainly wouldn't be staring at him like he was a freak now; they'd be staring because he was a beautiful twenty-two-year-old woman with huge boobies!
He shrieked in a voice that wasn't his own, held someone else's hand to his mouth, felt tears spring to someone else's eyes, and began to cry, smearing the makeup he hadn't been wearing two minutes ago!
"Mimi, are you okay in there? What's wrong?" Miss Grant's voice called out from the Nurse's office, and he ignored her as she continued to ask questions, crying and wondering what had happened to him, barely staying standing in two-inch heels he hadn't been wearing before, a short dress he hadn't been wearing before, and a BODY he certainly hadn't been wearing before. What could have done this?
