Jamal hurried over to his next class, English, grabbing his textbook on the way past. He glanced down at his textbook sadly. He had gotten the worst luck when the textbooks were assigned. Jamal's textbook's covers were nearly torn off and the amount of dog-eared or ripped pages was ridiculous. He wished there was some way to fix it. Jamal smiled. All he needed was another textbook and boom!
At that moment, Jamal ran into someone. Automatically, Jamal raised his hand in a protective stance, fumbling his textbook in the process. A millisecond later, Jamal caught his book and touched someone's hair, right as the slammed into his stomach. "Oof!" Jamal blurted, getting knocked to the ground. "SCHWOOP!" Jamal rubbed his head and looked. Immediately, Jamal spotted something... weird.
It was what looked like a female figure, but with a paper layer. It seemed as if someone had made a life-sized cardboard cutout of a woman, split it in half, then put paper in between. It was quite the curvy figure, though, with wide hips, a slim waist, and large breasts. Jamal was really confused. Where was his textbook? Who had he run into? What was that noise? And why was the figure so familiar?
And then it hit him. That "schwoop!" sound was the fusion noise! So his textbook was... Jamal looked up at the woman-shaped-book and gasped. "Ms. Bookai?!" he exclaimed. Ms. Bookai was (stress on the was) Jamal's English teacher. How had he- "I bumped into you." He finally realized. Then Jamal noticed that the newly-fused Ms. Bookai wasn't moving. However, there was a quiet sound. After a moment, Jamal grabbed the front cover of the Bookai-book and opened it.
There on the first page lay Ms. Bookai in all of her naked glory. Her blue eyes and full lips were wide open in surprise, her arms were bent with her open palms pointing upwards and her elbows hanging down, her breasts were depressed as if something was pressing them flat, and her legs were splayed as if she was standing. "Hmmmmmm...." Ms. Bookai muttered, clearly muffled by some mysterious force. Jamal stared at that image for about a minute before he heard the footsteps of someone rapidly approaching. "Uh!" Jamal yelped now panicking.
"SCHWOOP!"
Suddenly, Ms. Bookai disappeared. In its place was, well, Ms. Bookai but smaller. Jamal scrabbled to his feet, grabbed the textbooks which lay in a pile around him, and tried to lean casually against the lockers. The person rushed right past him and kept going. Jamal cautiously placed down the stack of English textbooks. And considered exactly what had happened.
He picked up the now smaller Ms. Bookai and thought about it. "The second 'schwoop!' was a fusion between the Bookai and another textbook. Jamal shrugged, and opened the now textbook-sized Bookai. On the fronts page, Ms. Bookai could be seen, still naked and in the same pose, but this time she wasn't making any noise. Jamal turned the pages, finding that all of the original text from his English textbook was still there. It was just that the pages were flesh-colored and Ms. Bookai shaped.
Jamal shrugged. Considering the recent developments, he was pretty sure that English was cancelled. So where does Jamal go next?