Miss Jensen’s changes were becoming more obvious. Her pretty face was starting to look scruffy as a five o clock shadow began to fill in and Jen could see a thick covering of dark hairs beneath the teacher’s leggings.
Jen looked around to see if anyone would see her.
Miss Jensen was handing out the previous day’s graded worksheet to the students, the shirtsleeves of her blouse kept riding up her increasingly hairy forearms as she slowly grew in height.
Jen made her move. Setting up the spitwad so it lined up perfectly with Stephanie‘s stuck up face. As she shot the spitwad she watched it head straight towards Stephanie before Miss Jensen walked in front of the girl to hand out a worksheet to the student in the row beside her. Jen had missed and hit Miss Jensen, again.
Miss Jensen turned her head to the side , trying to find the source of yet another spitwad in her class before focusing her attention on scratching an errant mustache hair instead.
Jen waited for the next opportunity to strike and watched Miss Jensen closely to see what would happen.
To Jen’s surprise, Miss Jenson had stopped changing. She wasn’t sure if the other students simply hadn’t noticed or were just too polite to say anything.
Jen readied another spitball and looked for an easier target.