Sonia Esposito? Jon looked up in confusion at the distractingly beautiful hispanic woman who was waiting for him to take his nametag. "Uh, Ms Esposito, I think there's some mistake. The only name tag left is yours."
The young teacher scrunched her brows together cutely, looking down at herself. Sure enough, stuck to her red blazer was a name tag reading Jon Gibson. Blinking she shook her head, midnight black hair cascading in gentle waves as she did. "I see, my mistake Mr. Gibson, just wear mine for today and we'll fix this tomorrow, comprende?" The woman's sweet, slightly accented soprano had Jon nodding along despite his reservations He placed the Sonia Esposito tag on himself and took his seat for class to begin.
Ms. Esposito began by telling them a bit about herself. She was originally from Argentina but had moved to the states in highschool, after her father had been named Ambassador to the US. She'd ended up staying for college, and earned her dual citizenship; she'd recently earned her masters in education and moved to Lakeview to live closer to her older sister, who happened to be Tiffany Saunder's mother.
After that class began in earnest, with Ms. Esposito picking up from where Hargreeves had left them before the break. Jon had never been the best student in math, but as the beautiful woman in front of him explained it he was drawn in. Her voice was almost hypnotic and he just kept staring, his eyes going slightly glassy. He was struck by the way the black button up blouse was professional yet sexy, tight but not too tight across her breasts, the way her lipstick matched the bold red of her blazer, the sound of her heeled leather boots as she walked around the classroom, the way her hips swayed beneath the pinstriped pencil skirt she wore. Jon was hardly the only person in class ogling their new stand in teacher, but in his case it was less attraction and more longing.
After class Jon couldn't seem to focus, and just drifted through his other classes. His body began to feel funny, his thighs ached, his chest was tight and his groin just felt strange. Eventually he stumbled into the boy's room between periods and rushed into a cubicle, trying to figure out what was going on. He pulled down his pants and boxers only to stare in disbelief at the shaved pussy that had somehow replaced his penis.
Jon started panicking, he'd left the stone at home and had no clue what to do. Was this what his errant earlier wish had done? Jon looked down at his tee to see the name tage declaring him Sonia Esposito still affixed. Was that what was causing this; his mind filled with images of the vivacious latina and he gulped. Was he becoming Sonia?
