"Sarah," sighed Miss Peters as the class exited, "What are we going to do about you?"
Sarah said nothing, but eyed the door, making sure the last student excited.
"What are we going to do about me?" she shouted, closing the the door to get some privacy, "What makes you think it's alright to call me out in front of the whole class."
Miss Peters shifted in her chair, straightened her grey skirt and adjusting her black-rimmed glasses.
"That's my job, Sarah," she said, "I'm sorry if you felt I was belittling you."
"Poor choice of words!" Sarah said, moving in towards Miss Peter's desk, "The only reason anyone pays any attention to you in the first place is because they want to get in your pants."
"Sarah!" shouted Miss Peters, "That's not appropriate to this or any classroom discussion."
"You think just 'cause you've got big tits you can do whatever you want," Sarah continued.
"Sit down, young lady!" the teacher protested.
"Well, you're about to find out what it's like to feel six inches tall," Sarah said, unscrewing the vial and letting a liberal dose of the serum land on Miss Peter's chest.
"What are you doing?!" Peters shouted, trying to stand, but already finding that the serum was taking effect. As she stood, the skirt slipped right off, followed by her underwear and a growing blouse. The eyeglasses fell to the floor with a clink and, almost instantaneously, Miss Peters was gone from sight, replaced in her seat by an seemingly empty white blouse, the rest of her clothes pooled on the floor beneath her desk.
Sarah didn't waste an instant, digging through the fabric and plucking the miniature woman from the chair.
"Not so big anymore, are we?" she chuckled above Miss Peter's squeaks of terror.
Sarah turned bright red. How dare she, in front of the whole class, single her out. Sarah was no genius, to be sure, but she'd be damned if she was going to be retaking that test. She hated Ms. Peters anyway, taking charge of a class that she was barely older than. It didn't help that most of the guys in the class were "hot for teacher". Sarah spent the next 45 minutes stewing in her seat waiting for the bell and fingering the glass vial.
