Jeff leans down and rummages through his back pack until he finds his phone, he hides it under his desk and pushes a button on the side to wake it up out of sleep mode. The teen then opens the App and scans the class room, it takes a while for the App to scan all the students and his teacher.
Suddenly his teacher’s stats loaded:
Name: Ryan Huff
Age: 45
Mental Age: 45
Height: 6’4
Weight: 254
Body Fat Percentage: 5%
Gender: Male
Mr. Huff was ranting on about history or something which is when Jeff wondered how funny it would be if his teacher was suddenly younger than his students. He quickly plugged in some new stats, while selecting auto for the body sizing to make sure the transformation was optimal.
Name: Ryan Huff
Age: 12
Mental Age: 12
Height: Auto
Weight: Auto
Body Fat Percentage: Auto
Gender: Male
Jeff was still deciding on whether he should use the App, he didn’t notice his teacher, Mr. Huff, approach his desk until it is to late.
“Mr. Davis,” Mr. Huff says, causing Jeff to jump in surprise, “I assume the class is boring to you?” Mr. Huff is a big 6 foot plus tall guy, he also looks pretty intimidating since he goes to the Gym and works out regularly. He has gray, almost white, hair, ice-blue eyes and a light brown skin tone. His voice is deep and gruff and he always wears a mean, or at least an angry expression on his face, all in all, Mr. Huff is one scary bad-ass dude with muscles he barely contained in his frequently tight shirts.
“Um...,” is all Jeff can say, still taken aback by his teacher's silent approach, 'his surname really fits him. He always manages to creep up on me, just like a Wolf creeping up on it's prey,' he thinks to himself.
Mr. Huff holds out his hand, “hand me your phone,” he says sternly.
“I... I am not using my phone,” Jeff says.
Mr. Huff snorts, “oh really,” he says, “then I guess the gleam is coming from your “boy parts”? You think I'm stupid, hm?”
Jeff gulps, turning red when the other students start to giggle, “n-no, sir,” he mumbles.
“Good,” Mr. Huff says, “now. Hand. Me. The. Phone,” he then says with a growl in his voice.
Jeff lets out a sigh, “f-fine,” he says and hands his phone over, forgetting that the App is still open.
“Thank you,” the teacher says as he takes the phone, “you may get it back after school from the principle,” with that Mr. Huff turns and walks back to the front of the class and puts Jeff's phone in one of the drawers of his desk. He the turns back to the class, “now that we have settled that matter,” he says, “I'd appreciate no more interruptions.”
'Shit,' Jeff thinks to himself, 'I shouldn't have had the screen on so bright. Now I have to wait until after school to get my phone back.' Jeff's scowls, then his eyes suddenly widen, 'SHIT, I forgot to close the App,' he thinks to himself, 'what if Mr. Huff decides to “check” my phone? I got to get it back... I hope Mr. Huff will let me talk to him.'
After class, Jeff decided to press his luck by asking for his phone back.
“May I have my phone back now?”
“You know the rules you get your phone back when a parent or guardian comes in to get it.”
“Ok just don't press that option. Please. It will erase everything.”
“This one here?”
“Yea don't press that one.”
“Ooops. Sorry my finger slipped.”
As he pressed that button Mr Huff noticed some strange feelings.