“Alright!” Miss Jones yelled to the class, “you know what to do. If I hear anyone speak, or even god damn breathe, I’ll send you to detention. You got that!?”
She stood there, hands on her desk leaning forwards. Miss Jones wasn’t ugly, in fact, she was quite hot. Due to age, her black hair was slightly grey. Her face, despite having wrinkles, wasn’t half bad. Her boobs were D cup and good looking in her usual attire. Half the boys in the class had thought of her at night.
But one thing that made her untameable, one thing that took away from her sexiness, her body. She was pure hatred. Miss Jones had never been married. She was an evil woman. If she could, she would burn half her students.
Knowing this. Mr Craft walked along the hallways, inspecting each class he walked past until he found a class in which the students would be more than happy if the teacher disappeared. So he did just that.
Miss Jones continued to shout at the students when’s when she noticed something off about the hand she was pointing at the students. It was awkwardly smaller. She held it closer to her face, as she looked at it, suddenly her balance was lost. She fell down. She looked at her legs, her left foot was smaller, it had shrunk. No longer fitting her shoe. She was on the floor. The students watched, confused, as she continued to change from behind her desk.
She looked down and saw her right arm shrink. Now her hand was giant on a tiny boy part. Before she could even panic, her torso suddenly shrunk. Her head was giant on it, she looked weird, as well as that, her breasts were normal sized on it. They were giant. Strangely the only piece of clothing still attached was her black bra. But soon her legs shrunk too. Then finally her breasts shrunk. As did the remaining arm. Finally her head shrunk. She must’ve been the size of her finger at normal size.
The students looked confused, their teacher had suddenly disappeared behind her desk, leaving only her clothes behind.
Then. The door opened. In walked a rather mysterious looking man wearing a white button up shirt and jeans. He looked enough like a teacher not to make anyone think he was different. But nobody recognised him. He walked to the desk, then squatted down.
“Miss Jones?” He said,
“Huh!?” She yelled in a quiet, squeaky voice, clearly angry and confused,
“Looks like this is my class now,”
“What!?” She called out.
Mr Craft pulled out from his pocket a small glass jar, only slightly taller than Miss Jones was now. He grabbed her by the foot and lifted her over. He dropped her inside, then screwed the dark red metal lid back on.
“Sorry for a rather strange, beginning to this class. Miss Jones isn’t quite able to teach you, so I’ll be your substitute teacher. I’m Mr Craft, but you can all call me Sir.”
One kid said from the front, “wait... but what happened to Miss Jones?” He had blonde hair and an average body, not fitting to any set stereotype with his body.
“As I said, she is unable to teach you at the state she’s in.” Mr Craft smiled,
“But...” a red haired girl from the second row called, she was clearly a nerd. Maybe the class pet. She had braces and glasses and a small and weak looking body, “she was just here. Behind this desk... is she unconscious!?” She asked,
“As I said,” Mr Craft repeated. He lifted his hand, holding the glass jar and placed it on the desk for everyone to see, “she isn’t in a fit condition to teach right now,”
The class stared at the jar. Inside, a rather scared and flustered Miss Jones was. She looked normal. Except she was tiny, and naked. Some of the boys, despite her incredibly tiny size and the fact that she had miraculously turned to the size of a doll, got slightly hard due to her being naked.
Before anyone could think of what to do next. Mr Craft clapped his hands twice. The door slammed shut, the noise of the door locking and the key falling out of the other side was heard. The shutters to the windows closed. The room was dark. Suddenly, the lights flicked on. The room looked different. The individual tables they were sat in were not stuck to the floor and they were all buckled into them. The room was fairly similar, but instead of the normal globe and skeleton model, there were various contraptions in place of them.
“Who’s ready to get started?” Mr Craft said, smiling, his hands were together. The class didn’t respond, “that’s a good answer, because there really...”
He paused.
“Wasn’t a choice.”