Well, at least I tried to take notes.
I was feeling... off since the transformation. Not because of my body, that was surprisingly natural.
More my personality. If someone had dumped water on me and told me to sit across the room an hour ago, I'd have smacked them faster than you can say 'principal's office.'
But I just... Didn't. I didn't lash out. I gave in to a challenge. I would've never done that before. And that... scared me. I had to make sure that I didn't take any more pills, or I might change more than just my perso...
*BRINGGGGGG*
"Homework for the weekend: page 394, questions 1-7, and the problem-solving question on the next page. Class dismissed."
As I climbed out of the sink and began packing up my stuff, I glanced at Danna as she fumbled and jiggled helplessly around the floor for her science notebook.
"Do you want some help?" I offered.
The living mass of tits shifted to acknowledge me.
Hesitantly, a muffled reply came from within.
"...I'd appreciate that."
I spread out (pun intended) and began organizing her stuff, cleaning up a bit of crumpled scrap paper, slipped the supplies and cushion into her bookbag, and slipped it over the girl's arm.
"Thanks," she stated flatly. She picked up her cane, and began navigating to the door.
I felt bad for her. Considering the reality shift, she's probably been 'living with this for years' from her perspective. Her previous friends had visibly ignored her, and she seemed... fairly reclusive. Maybe I could talk to her...
"Hey, Danna! You have 'A' Lunch, right?" I called out.
She stopped in the doorway and nodded.
"I'd love to get to know you a bit better if you'll let me sit with you. I'll just be a minute, I have to talk to Miss Matthews about the homework."
"Oh... Okay." Her tone was dry, and she continued wobbling towards the lunch room.