Ashley and Sarah continued their way down the hall, towards the building’s exit. However, just as they turned the corner, the two women saw a short balding man dressed in a nice grey suit walking their way.
“Oh crap,” Sarah muttered under her breath, catching the attention of Ashley.
“What’s wrong, girl?” She said in reply.
“It’s the principal of this dumb place. He’s probably come to fire me.”
"Ah, Ms. Dunn, hello. Who is your friend here?" the principal said with a stern expression, crossing his arms.
"Oh, um, well..." Sarah began stuttering. She knew she was already on thin ice with the administration due to her lax teaching style, and she worried that bringing a friend to class to hang out with might be the last straw.
"Hi there, I'm one of the moms," Ashley beamed confidently, reaching out her hand, eager to help her friend. And then, suddenly, Ashley’s entire look changed as the ring’s magic took effect and aged her up to her late 30’s. She was still quite pretty, but in a plain, less radiantly obvious way. Her skin had softened, losing some of its youthful bounce and glow. Her formerly smooth and flawless face had developed the slightest wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. Her silken, luxurious hair was now drier, and her outfit, while still flattering and stylish, had moved from curve-hugging to slightly draping, in order to hide her slightly plump physique. The most noticeable change, however, were her breasts, which were now absolutely massive, though softer and sagging a little with her newfound age.
"Oh, uh, of course..." the principal muttered, not sure why he assumed this woman was Ms. Dunn's friend and not a mother, though she was clearly on the younger end of the spectrum. "Who is your child?"
Ashley was momentarily confused. Who was her child again? She turned around, looking down the hall filled with students leaving classes and rummaging through lockers. She surveyed the three students closest to her, using the knowledge she gained of them while gossiping with Sarah earlier.
To her far left was the girl named Hannah, who was busy looking over some notes. She had long, brown, curly hair that reached down to her shoulders. She was wearing a simple blouse and skirt combo, as well as her cute purple rimmed glasses. She remembered Sarah telling her that Hannah was the biggest nerd in the class. “Was she my daughter?” Ashley thought.
She then glanced over to the middle of the hall, where a group of popular kids were chatting. In the group she saw Jill, the head cheerleader (she filled the position after Ashley aged up to an adult). With her blonde hair and good looks, she seemed the most like Ashley’s daughter, but again, was she?
Lastly, to the far right and at one of the lockers was Gloria. Gloria was of Spanish heritage and was one of the exchange students at the school. She looked very modest in her appearance, with a decent sized bust and curves for her age. She wasn’t one of the popular girls, but she sure wasn’t disliked among her peers though. Perhaps she was Ashley’s adopted daughter?
Moving half at random, half as if guided by some force, her finger moved around until it pointed at _______. "There she is! Hi sweetheart..."