“I have to go back!” Andrew cried. She hiked up her jeans and waddled back across the red line.
“Wait!” screeched the hall monitor. It was too late. The security camera zapped Andrew again.
Andrew’s brain started to feel fuzzy. She was trying to remember how she got here and why her breasts were shrinking. She used to have big boobs, bigger than most of the teachers’. Now she watched her bust dwindle to a flat surface. Her areolas shrank down to the size of dimes. She wasn’t even fit for a training bra anymore.
There was something more, Andrew thought, that she was forgetting, something to do with the cheerleaders, but as the hall monitor picked her up and carried her to the nurse’s office, what upset her most was the loss of her breasts.
“Those cheerleaders stole my boobs,” she whined.
“Poor baby...” The Nurse took her measurements. “Four foot five, blonde hair…apparent mental age is nine years.”
“But I’m not!” Andrew stomped. “I’m bigger than that!”
“But you know the rules: no high schoolers in the middle school hallway, and no middle schoolers in the high school hallway,” the Nurse replied. “But you’ll have plenty of time to learn that, Adriana.”
“My name’s not Adriana!” she pouted.
“Well, unless you tell us who you really are, I’m not changing it.”
Before Adriana left she stole a box of tissues. These would have to do until she got her boobs back. When she reached her third-grade classroom, however, she was by no means unique.
There were a few boys, but twice as many girls, as each one had stuffed her bra to the seams.