Jody was exhausted. It wasn't that she'd worked harder than usual in class, she'd just been up and down emotionally since she'd gotten up. At the same time, she couldn't get over a strong feeling that she was a stranger in her own body. Worse, when she got home her mother had given her a stern talking to about neglecting her studies. Her 4.0 grad point average had begun to slip recently.
It's not like it matters, she thought. They don't even keep track of your grades until you get into high school.
After she had sworn to her mother that she would shape up and left the room, she'd overheard her mom say something to her dad about teenagers and raging hormones. She burned with frustration.
They couldn't possibly understand how difficult it was for her to be stared at all day long just because she developed earlier. How could they? She was already every bit as large as her mother was and she hadn't even hit high school. She felt like some kind of freak around her classmates.
The only person that might understand was Miss Benson. Miss Benson was always nice to her and tried to help her out when she was having trouble. Just thinking about her redheaded teacher made Jody feel warm. She felt her nipples stiffen through her shirt.
Quietly she locked her door and slid under the covers of her bed.
