Jimmy looked at Mrs. Gibson and felt rage build up within him. She was the only teacher he couldn't stand - and, honestly, neither could anyone else either. She had no love for teaching, no care for her students. She abused her power and got away with it every time. Well, maybe it was time to knock her down a peg. Jimmy looked at her and concentrated.
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Mrs. Gibson took another deep breath of her cigarette, then suddenly coughed, and coughed again, dropping the cigarette into the grass. "Ugh, what happened?" she grumbled, crushing the smoking stub into the ground. "First time I react like that..." She hugged herself and shivered. Why did it feel so cold all of a sudden?
"Ow!" Mrs. Gibson stiffened up. Something had poked her! At the base of her spine, just above her, erm... She felt carefully down her back, making sure nobody was looking. Luckily everyone was far away, and that dumb ditz Miss Bennett was working on her exams. Mrs. Gibson gasped. She could feel a lump at the base of her spine, pushing out, tightening her dress there.
What was happening to her? Mrs. Gibson twisted and squirmed, trying to get a better look at whatever that lump was. But as she did, she also became aware of a growing itchiness. As if pins and needles were being pushed out through her skin. She glanced at her arms and almost screamed. Fine gray hairs were sprouting on them, and judging by how she could feel the prickling, it was happening all over her.
"No, n-no..." she stammered in disbelief. "I've... got to... eep!" She squealed as she shrunk a little. It felt like her whole body had been compressed under incredible pressure, and when it let up, her viewpoint was lower. "N-nf..." Mrs Gibson felt her face as it started to ache in turn, making stretching, cracking sounds as her mouth and nose began to push out.
"Need to... f-find somewhere... guh!" Another shrinking spurt, loosening her dress on her. Her glasses fell off into the grass, while her bun loosened itself, letting her silvery hair fall down her shoulders. When Mrs. Gibson took a step, then another, she stepped out of her high heels, forgetting them behind in her panic as she made for the empty bleachers.
"Why ith thith happening?" she moaned, feeling her front teeth grow out, becoming the long, chewing teeth of a rodent. Her ears, meanwhile, were also growing larger, and pinker, matching the pink spreading over her nose and hands and feet, and the long pink naked tail that dropped out from under her dress.
Mrs. Gibson squeaked involuntarily as she shrunk again, and again. Her clothes became a hindrance, and she stumbled and fell. She got up before falling again, this time staying on all fours as her spine and hips snapped into position. She squirmed and kicked and struggled in her massive clothes as they engulfed her.
Then she crawled out of her dress and continued to make for the bleachers. Now dog-sized, cat-sized, getting smaller and smaller, her human proportions disappearing under silvery gray fur until a tiny gray mouse could be seen skittering behind the bleachers.
Mrs. Gibson tried to speak, but only squeaks came out. How was this possible? Am... I'm a mouse?? She squeaked helplessly as she inspected her tiny furry form.
Little did she know that someone had followed her behind the bleachers. Someone who hadn't liked her much as a human - which was just about everyone.