Professor Wiltshire's droning was definitely not helping. Nor was the fact that Mike's afternoon class, Introduction to Economics, was probably the most boring topic possible. Mike tried to keep his mind busy by looking at his textbooks (for other classes), checking his phone, and doodling in his notes. He tried as hard as he could not to let his mind wander, but the distractions were mounting.
One of those distractions was Michelle Pinkerton, one of the Delta girls. She always came to class in the skimpiest outfit possible, and today was no exception... white miniskirt, a skimpy pink cami with her sorority's letters stretched across the front, wedge sandals with pink straps. It all showed off her stunning tan body. It was all a way to get the boys to drool over her and write her papers for her. And it seemed to be working. She just had to toss her long blonde hair in the right way, and she'd have an army of tutors to do her bidding.
Mike quickly shook is head, clearing any thoughts about Michelle. There was no telling where that might go... and he didn't want to risk causing problems in the middle of such a large class. He put his head down on his desk, at least that would get rid of any visual distractions. The lecture hall was packed anyway, nobody would notice. And Wiltshire's continued drone would be something to focus on... innocuous, harmless, calming... relaxing...
A chorus of giggles caused Mike to stir. He was a bit disappointed, he was having a pretty awesome dream about... well, that memory was slipping away. Mike kept his eyes down as they adjusted to the light, he saw the desk in front of him and realized he was still in class. Dammit, he hated when that happened. And it sounded like the whole class noticed. He looked up, ready for the inevitable embarrassment. Instead his jaw just about hit the floor.
A hundred and fifty Michelle Pinkertons were staring at him, giggling. Mike looked over the entire class, and didn't see one person who wasn't a stacked blonde bombshell in a skimpy skirt and tank top. They'd all been changed. Mike cursed his newfound power - whatever he'd dreamed about must've caused this. The Michelle standing at the front of the class looked at Mike sternly.
"Nice of you to finally join us Mr. Thompson," in a chipper, yet sarcastic tone that was decidedly different from the monotone droning of old Mr. Wiltshire. She quickly got the attention of the class and got back to the lecture, but with a decidedly different style. The whole class (save for Mike) was in rapt attention as the Michelle leading the class related economic topics to pairing shoes with handbags, or picking up the right guy at a kegger. Mike just slouched in his seat, sinking into the sea of sorority babes.
