Of all that things that I thought I'd be doing with my spare time, one of them wasn't supposed to be helping Jessie LaRoe fix her face.
Jessie and I were in the girls' bathroom, with the door locked tight. I was checking the edges of her mask, making sure nothing incriminating stood out. Jessie was disguised as Grace-Miranda Martinez, the teacher who normally ran the school's new film appreciation class. At least, that's how it was supposed to look. In truth, Ms. Martinez was a fake identity Jeff had created for Jessie; the film class was his idea, after all.
"Why did he have to make me into a fat Latina woman?" How was it that Jessie had a thick accent that still sounded like her old voice was being dubbed in Spanish?"
"Jessie, you're not fat. Your face is just a little chubby."
Jessie felt her new face. "My hands have wrinkles. I can see the veins underneath. I'm an old lady!!!"
"You're not old!!! Just 52, or 48, or something."
"I'm wearing Spanx under pantyhose!!! You know who does that? Old ladies who have to hold in their body fat!!!"
Talking to her was going nowhere. But more than that, it was time for class.
Fortunately, class went pretty smoothly. Jeff had already chosen the movie for the day and written out all the plans, so all Jessie had to do was follow them. Aside from her accent making it hard to pronounce a couple of words, earning a few snickers from the kids up front, she did a perfectly adequate job. After the bell rang and the other kids left, me and Jeff stayed behind.
Jessie maintained her Ms. Martinez personality until the last kid walked out the door, and then turned right back into her old self. "Jeff, we're even. Now, get me out of this old lady's skin!!!"
Jeff tried to cut the mask off her, but then he hit a snag. "The new material's bonding better with your face than I thought. I'm going to need another way to remove it."
"So you mean...I have to go home as an old Hispanic lady? Sleep in my tiny bed and hope I don't get suffocated by my fat neck?"
"Jessie, you're not fat..."
"Shut up!!! I have to go pee."
"Jeff, what are we going to do?"
"Well, I suppose we could find her a bigger bed."
"Seriously, Jeff."
"I'll try my best, but I need time to find a way to help her. In any case, we need to leave before someone figures out she's not a real person. Where'd she go?"
"The bathroom. I'll get her."
As I walked in, I could hear loud noises coming from the farthest stall. The door was locked, so I crawled in underneath to find...Ms. Martinez having sex with Pedro the floor cleaner!!!
In fact, they were both so into it, they didn't notice me. They both had their eyes closed, yelling loudly in Spanish, with Jessie bouncing up and down on Pedro's fully erect cock. I could see little white stains all over her almost-double chin, her cheeks, and a few spots along her hairline. They'd been at this for a while.
I rolled back into the next stall and listened it. My Spanish wasn't that perfect, but I could make out a few things. Pedro was telling Jessie that he was close to ejaculating in her, but apparently she wasn't listening. If only he knew that he was essentially having sex with a high-schooler.
Finally, he burst, and Jessie screamed as white jizz pumped into her pussy. As soon as Pedro had given her his last drop of sperm, he pulled up his pants and left without thinking twice.
I ran to Jessie's side. She was keeled over, panting, the white stuff dribbling out of her lady purse. "I feel funny."
Suddenly, I noticed a growing bump under her dress. I'd taken enough of Ms. Glenn's new and improved sex-ed classes to know what that meant.
But still, how was she already pregnant? Didn't that usually take, oh I don't know, months?
I helped Jessie to her feet, just in time for her to vomit in the sink. "Mia, Maya, help me...there's something inside me. I can feel it kicking. I need to eat. I need you to feed me, Maria."
Ignoring the fact that my name didn't even begin with "M", I left her there and ran to find Jeff. We had to think of something, and fast.