"Your wish is my command," said the shopkeeper. He snapped his fingers.
Before Jake new what had happened, he found himself in an entirely different place. He was sitting in a desk in a room full of high schoolers, and at the front of the room was a teacher writing something on the chalkboard. He did a quick self-examination. He was still the same slightly chubby high school girl into whom he had just been transformed. His mousy brown hair was held back by those hair clips. He looked down at the front of his turtleneck sweater and tried to take a good look at his breasts, but it was hard from this angle. They were larger than average, he would guess.
"Cara?"
Jake's head snapped up almost involuntarily. How did he... that hadn't been his name until a few moments ago. Why had he responded so quickly when the teacher called him out.
"Could you come to the board and do this problem for us?" She was holding out a piece of chalk, right towards Jake.
"Um... sure." Jake stammered. He cringed a little at the sound of his voice. It was so high and sounded much weaker than it had when he was a man, or even during his brief spell as a nerdy teenage boy. He slid out of his desk -- remembering to straighten his khaki skirt -- and walked hesitantly to the front of the room. He felt like his body was moving all wrong. His thighs rubbed together awkwardly when he walked, constantly reminding him that there was nothing down there anymore, and he could feel his round hips and butt swaying slightly with every step. Even worse, he felt a slight jiggle on his chest, the motion of his new breasts. He knew it was all hardly noticeable to the rest of the class, but to him, recently dropped in this high school girl's strange body, it felt like the longest thirty second walk of his life.
Jake got to the front of the room, took the piece of chalk from his teacher, and stared at the board. They were math symbols, he knew that, but he could hardly understand any of them. He squinted, hard, and tried to make some sense out of the mess. There were numbers, sure, but what to do with that big squiggle out front? He gritted his teeth and -- almost unconsciously -- tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ears.
"Cara... ?" the teacher said quietly. "Can we help tell you where to start?"
Jake couldn't move, couldn't say anything. Finally, the teacher appeared right next to him and snatched the chalk from his hand. "All right. It seems you haven't been paying any attention. I guess we'll have to..."