Jon wiggled past the door of his classroom.
He was now much too short to see through the window set into the door, but he NEEDED to know what this wish had done to everyone else.
As quietly as he could, he pulled open the door and pushed his head into the room.
Everything was very quiet: the test was obviously underway, but something seemed very...
"May I help you, little boy?" a sarcastic voice asked.
Jon jumped and looked up to see that the teacher - not Mr. Halloran, but another huge, be-suited woman - had spotted him.
"Um... I was just..." he started in his silly little helium voice, but then gasped as everyone towards him.
All of the students were girls - incredibly tall and muscular girls, amazons really.
They were dressed in the old boy's uniform, which suited their angular forms well, especially since every last one of them was now completely flat-chested.
"Honestly, boy" the new teacher sneered down at him. "We're doing a math test here, why don't you take your soft little head elsewhere - unless, of course, you'd like to join in...?"
Another wave of laughter from the students.
Jon was confused. "Umm... Wasn't... Wasn't I supposed to be taking this test too...?"
This time the laughter was deafening.
"You want to be tested, little boy?" the teacher said through her smile. "Okay, then - what's two and two?"
Jon looked at all of the jeering female faces staring down at him.
Why would they think that he didn't know that? It was so simple!
What could they think of boys in this strange world if they didn't think that they'd know that the answer was..."
Jon suddenly bit at his sexily swollen lip. He DID know the answer, he was sure of it... it was so easy... it was..."
"Two...?" he eventually peeped, feeling a wave of peculiar confusion as his mind tried to grasp the concept of numbers.
He felt himself blushing as the class degenerated into hysterics.
Jon teetered off as fast as he could, sobbing.
What had happened to him?
He was standing sobbing in a corridor, trying to dampen the residual jiggles of his immense boobs with his little hands, when he overheard a teacher talking.
"...And that, class," the teacher said smugly "is why we don't waste any more time than necessary trying to teach the fairer sex about things beyond their comprehension. Their little brains are simply incapable of grasping even the rudiments of Mathematics, Science, or even of writing..."
Listening in horror, Jon pushed the door open slightly and glanced into the class.
All girls again - this seemed to be a science class.
Jon suddenly realised to his terror that the words on the blackboard were an incomprehensible jumble to him.
He was, apparently constitutionally, illiterate.
The teacher continued. "...they were designed for childbirth, housekeeping, and - most importantly - to please women. But, even so, I don't think we'd even keep them around as pretty little pets if it weren't for their one useful ability..."
This time Jon tried to pull his head back as the teacher glanced up, but he was too slow.
"You there! Boy!" the teacher called.
Jon froze.
"Come up here!"
It seemed that she wanted to demonstrate something...
