His socks turning light blue and running up his legs as they became hose, and the pants melting together into a loose blue cotten skirt. The music consumed his mind replacing his memories with whiteboards and reading strategies.
"No my memories! Don't touch those! I am...jon...j...Mrs...Johnson..." He says as his face morphs into that of a 35 year old woman. His body becomes slightly overweight as his calf's thicken and hips widen.
His shirt becomes a white blouse as a pair of glasses forms from the remnants of his headphones, now a pair of small buns moving toward the crown of his head.
As they reached and merged together his eyes glowed and mouth opened with light shining out as his old existance ceased to be while his arms became pudgy and nails manicured. As the light faded his face was boldly made up and one large bun sat atop his transformed body.
"I am Mrs. Johnson. I teach 8th grade English. I need students." She said fantasizing about molding a class into clones of herself though her curriculum.
