Hailey smiled at the student who had just flagged her down. “How can I help you, Miss Biggs?”
“It’s Coach Johnson. He’s been acting really creepy,” answered Chesty. “I feel like every tine I look at him he’s staring at my chest. And he makes puns of my last name.” Hailey studied the girl. She was very cute. Tall for a girl with sleek and athletic features and of course her massive breasts that strained her shirt. Chesty was both feminine and yet exuded great strength. Hailey felt herself getting turned on just looking at the woman. She wondered if that was the camera’s doing as well, as she’d never been attracted to women before.
“Well,” said Hailey tentatively. “Let’s go discuss this in my office.” This took Hailey by surprise too. She had an office. But she found that if she searched her memory the information was all there. She started walking down the hall, making small talk as she went.
This camera was quite phenomenal and she was fascinated by its power. She figured she’d have to figure out a way to get everything back to normal, but she was really going to miss her expanded brainpower. Hailey had always been kind of dumb, and processing the world as quickly and accurately as she was now that she was Hana was exhilarating. She pondered if six or seven years of life was worth being dumb again. A tough question, to be sure.
They slipped into Hana’s office. She noted she was the principal now. So young! She noted degrees on the wall for Hana Abed. A bachelors in English, a masters in education, and a PhD in educational policy. Hailey would have struggled at junior college. Hana was a PhD at age 25. Was there any reason to go back?
She needed to think on this. She pulled Coach Johnson’s personnel file and started skimming it as she listened to Chesty’s long list of creepiness. There were plenty of other cases in here, and other complaints.
Once Chesty finished Hana assured her she would take care of it. As Chesty left the office Hana picked up the phone and called her secretary. “Miss Jones, can you summon Richard Johnson to my office?” Really, Hana thought, Dick Johnson. She’d never put that together when she was Hailey.
Ten minutes later Coach Johnson slunk into the room. “What’s this about, “ he demanded. He clearly had no respect for Hana.
“I’ve gotten some complains from students about your behavior.”
“Oh sure you have,” the coach responded with a sneer. “Women are all sluts. I’m untouchable in this town and you know it. My dad is mayor and my grandpa is in Congress. Try to fuck with me you little Arab slut...”
“Persian, not Arab,” Hana corrected him, wondering again where that came from.
“Terrorist either way,” the coach sneered. “And like i said try to fuck with me and I’ll have you out of here just as fast as the last principal.”
Hana shook her head. What a petty man. But she could kill two birds with one stone. Test the camera’s power and get rid of this turd. She smiled widely and raised the camera, snapping a pick of Coach Johnson.
In a moment the coach was gone, and in his place stood...