Jones stumbled out into the hall, tears running down her cheeks. How could she have left Kim behind!? True, she had no idea Kim had fallen until she looked back to see Simon grab her. Any rescue attempt would have ended with her own capture as well. Still, her conscience accused her with every step. Why didn’t she hold Kim’s hand to make sure they stayed together? Why did it have to be her who got away? She wasn’t brave like Tim or smart like Daryl (Kim’s first name). What could she possibly do!?
Somehow, she had to get help.
Suddenly, a mob of students came barreling down the hall in the opposite direction, straight towards the danger zone!
“STOOOOOP!!!” She screamed. The wall of teenagers screeched to a halt.
Getting a good look at them, Jones felt her stomach go cold. The girls among the group seemed about the same, perhaps a bit more attractive and busty than average. On the other hand, the boys had undergone some drastic alterations. Loose shirts hung off narrow shoulders, and big, frightened eyes peered through shaggy hair. Some held tightly onto oversized pants to keep them from falling while others had clearly lost their own at some point. Not that it really mattered. Their shirts now provided all the covering their shorter bodies really needed even if it left their slender, hairless legs in full view.
“No!” Jones gasped. “It’s affected you, too!”
One of the “boys” frowned. “What do you mean? You know what’s going on?” His voice sounded high and soft, rather cute actually.
Jones took a breath to explain everything when it happened.