He shrugged, then crumpled up the note and threw it away, not realizing that the wish he just spoke aloud would actually come true.
He exited his office, turned the corner and stopped. Tiffany Sanders was standing there, talking on her cell phone. The girl was another thorn in his side. She was a horrible student, and was more concerned with fun and looks than her future.
He closed his eyes for a moment, as if he was going to sneeze, and then reopened them. Everything felt off, all of the sudden. His vision cleared, and he caught sight of himself in the mirror and fainted dead away.
Simon Davison woke up in the nurse's office to discover he'd been turned into a teenage girl. His head felt like it had been packed with cotton, and the rest of him felt full of energy.
He shot up and went to look at himself in the mirror. Sixteen, tight top, excessive cleavage showing, high heels...Just the sort of girl who caused trouble.
Elsewhere, Tiffany Sanders had been talking on the phone when suddenly she felt dizzy. She leaned against a nearby wall. Eventually, the dizziness passed, but something was different.
She frowned suddenly, trying to clear her confusion. She felt like she'd lost something, but wasn't sure what. What she was certain of was that she had to be somewhere. Tiffany had never been on time for a class...on purpose...in her life. She hung up the phone and put it away. Using a phone during school was against the rules.
