She stooped to pick it up. On the front of the folded up piece of paper, was writing in bold script "Michelle".
"Dear Mike. Yes I know who you really are. No, no one but you and Heather remember. Meet me behind the Cafeteria later, after school if you want answers. Enjoy the rest of your school day..."
Michelle showed Heather the note, but neither were aware of who it could possibly be from, but Michelle none the less resolved to meet this mysterious person anyway. For now, she followed Heather to their first class...Home EC.
The room was packed and as they entered a few of the male population's eyes turned their way. Michelle began to get the impression that between her and Heather, they were some of the hottest girls in school. She kept her head low and sat beside Heather, trying to ignore the stares. They tried to figure out what was going on once again, but couldn't reach any solid theories.
There were no freak meteor showers the night before. Mike had not insulted any women, and He had certainly not fallen in any chemical vats...or get bitten by any radioactive lifeforms...They didn't get any further than that before the teacher walked in and began class. It was a boring demonstration on sewing...Until the Teacher called Michelle to the front of class.
She held up a thin piece of fabric across Michelle's breasts, hugging it tightly. "Make sure to make it a tight fit. The judges will judge on not only how well it looks, but how it accentuates your bust." Shocked, Michelle looked down to see a small bikini top pulled across blouse, tightly showing the curves of her breasts. Without missing a beat, Mrs. Reynolds pushed her breasts together. "And don't just let them hang there! Ladies, you have them, so flaunt them! Make it tight enough that it pushes your boobs together, and up. The judges love that!" She replied.
Michelle blushed, looking to the crowd of students, relieved that there weren't any boys in the class. The all-girl class was nodding, and taking notes, Heather, trying her damnedest not to start laughing. Groaning inwardly, Michelle remembered the Bikini contest the Home Ec department was having in a few weeks. Now that she was a girl, she would have to compete as well, or she'd get an F for the assignment!
Mrs. Reynolds released Michelle, and she cupped her boobs tentatively as she walked back to her seat. Heather had left a note on her desk when she got back.
"Hey, sorry...forgot to tell you about it, but you were telling me how you were SO Looking forward to it!--" Michelle growled and shot Heather a look. She giggled quietly.
"Now," the teacher started up again, hiking up her skirt, revealing a matching piece to the top. "The bikini bottom should fit like..." Michelle was shocked as the class went on that way. Eventually, the class ended, and Michelle and Heather filed out to their next class, Biology...
(Here I wanted to go with the Theme that Eric tampered with the classes, sexualizing them in some way, and that in each class the teachers find odd, sexual ways to call attention to Michelle's new form.)
