After a week of being stuck as a pregnant scarecrow, Ellen woke up one morning to discover she was human again. However, she wasn’t the teenage boy she was before she became a scarecrow. What the farmer did to her permanently changed her. She was now a buxom woman with an enormous baby bump.
Ellen got to her feet uncertainly, wobbling slightly due to her belly. Luckily, the close she’d worn as a scarecrow remained on her, so she wasn’t naked. Ellen waddled over to the farmhouse. Her classmates apparently had returned to their former selves, and so were gathered there as well, waiting to be picked up by their parents. As Ellen looked around, she noticed that she had a lot more female classmates than before. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one permanently affected by the changes.
Shortly after Ellen arrived, the school bus pulled up. Ellen’s classmates filed inside. When Ellen went to board, however, she was stopped by Ms. Santos.
“Sorry, Ellen, but you can’t come back to school,” Ms. Santos said. Judging by her smirk, she wasn’t actually sorry.
“What do you mean?” Ellen asked.
“You’re not a teenager anymore. You’re a woman in her twenties. You can’t attend high school.”
“But-”
“I’ve already arranged everything for you.” Ms. Santos looked over Ellen’s shoulder. Her smirk broadened. “Here comes your husband.”
“Husband?” Ellen squeaked. She turned around. It was the farmer that had stuffed her with extra hay and had sex with her. The farmer grinned at her.
“You’re even prettier as a human than you were as a scarecrow. Now, come on. We got to get you off those feet.”
“But my family-” Ellen started.
“They’ve been informed of the situation,” Ms. Santos said. “They understand and are completely supportive of your life decisions.”
“But I didn’t decide to-” Ellen let out a moan of pain. Water splashed onto the ground directly below her.
“Looks like you’re in labor!” Ms. Santos said cheerfully. “Have fun with your husband and children!”
“Children?” Ellen whimpered.
“Oh, you didn’t know? You’re pregnant with triplets. Have a nice life!” Ms. Santos boarded the bus. Ellen helplessly watched it drive away. Another contraction hit her body.
“Now, now, honey pie, it’s okay,” her new husband said, rubbing her back. “Ms. Santos promised me the birth would go fine.”
“You’re going to call an ambulance, then?” Ellen asked. Her husband laughed.
“Why would I do that?” he asked.