Deciding that he wants another taste of maturity, Jake settles his mind on Mr. Henderson. He heads into the nearest restroom and locks himself inside a stall. The starting bell would ring in less than ten minutes so he had to do this fast. He closed his eyes and visualized himself transitioning into his "ghost mode." After suddenly feeling a familiar lightness, he opens his eyes and looks at his hands, finding them to be as translucent as they were this morning.
Jake drifts out of the restroom and hovers over the students milling about the hallways, heading straight to Mr. Henderson's classroom. He phases through the door and finds the middle-aged teacher going over his lesson plans for the day. Jake looks around the classroom, equations and mathematics formulas decorated the walls, being a junior he hadn't had a reason to come back for the past two years. He looked back to Mr. Henderson as the man stood up and began writing the day's agenda on the white board. Jake approached the teacher, his heart racing (so to speak), and pushed himself into Henderson.
Just as he had felt with his father this morning, Jake felt a sudden heaviness as he settled into his new body. He blinked a couple times as the marker Mr. Henderson had been holding fell to the ground. Jake looked down and saw Henderson's dress shirt collar poking out of the argyle sweater vest, a small belly pushing out from the fabric. Beyond that he saw a pair of khakis and brown loafers. He raised his hands to his face and felt the salt-and-pepper stubble that covered his new jaw and ran his fingers through the graying curls on is head. He brought his hands down and studied their meatiness, and the small, brown hairs on his knuckles; and while they were in no way roughened they were clearly the hands of an older man.
Jake snapped back into action, he had no intention to stay and teach math to a bunch of freshmen so he grabbed Mr. Henderson's briefcase and threw on the tweed blazer that'd been hanging on the chair and briskly walked to the administration office.
Jake relished in the solid weight he felt with every step, totally different to the litheness his own body provided. He suppressed the urge to giggle as his new belly bounced up and down with his gait, and smirked a little as students made way for him.
Reaching the administration he walked up to the receptionist, a homely woman in her 50's. The receptionist looked up, "Oh? Is there a problem Mr. Henderson? Classes start in a few minutes?" she asked. Jake felt giddy from hearing her call him by his teacher's name.T
"Um, yeah," Jake stopped, surprised by the lowness and smoothness of his new voice, "um yes. I'm not feeling too well so I'm heading home." Jake finished, adding a fake cough to sound more convincing.
"Oh you poor dear," the receptionist said, honest concern in her voice, "Well, it's a little a short notice, but I think we can get Coach Richards to sub for you."
"Perfect, thanks!" Jake gave a few more coughs before heading out the door to the parking lot. He was going to have a lot of fun.
"Feel better soon, Sullivan!" the receptionist called out after him. 'Huh,' Jake thought as he rummaged through Mr. Henderson's pockets looking for his keys, 'I guess my name's Sullivan now!' he gave chuckle, relishing it's depth and gravel. he finally fished a key ring out of the blazer's inner pocket.
"Now, to find MY car," Jake said to himself, a cheeky grin smirk spreading over his face. He began pressing the buttons on the car key until he found the corresponding vehicle. He unlocked the door and slid onto the driver's seat, catching his reflection on the rear-view mirror. He realized that until now he hadn't gotten a good look at his new face and pulled down the sun visor. He looked into his new hazel eyes, pulling on the crows' feet and age lines, rubbing the stubble. Mr. Henderson was in no way ugly, and though he was no heartthrob, he seemed to have aged very well; the lines etched on his skin gave him character and authority. Jake laughed out loud, he was absolutely ecstatic. He looked down and gave his new belly a slight squeeze, eliciting another burst of giggles from him, which sounded out of place with the math teacher's smokey voice.
Jake wanted to really get acquainted with his new body before he explored the town as a man and not a boy. He considered going back to his own house, after all he'd have the place to himself with his dad at work; he could also try to make his way to Mr. Henderson's house, the man wasn't married so it'd be empty plus he could try the authentic "Sullivan Henderson Experience."