“I don’t see why you need to be with us”, whined Tiffany Briggs. “We’re all over 18, we can take care of ourselves”. She shook her fluffy light brown hair out. Her croptop and short skirt showed off her trim midriff and long, toned legs.
“It doesn’t hurt to have a chaperone”, said Mrs. Norma Parrish. The 40-year-old African-American history teacher had a curvy “mom bod” under her modest dress, her black hair done up in a tight bun. “You want to be a doctor, right? This will be a good learning experience”. Tiffany rolled her eyes. Far more of an athlete than a student, thought Mrs. Parrish.
“I can’t wait to become an animal”, said Mia Padilla.
“That’s right, and you want to be a biologist Mia?” The skinny, tan, nerdy girl had her hair in a messy ponytail over her head that bobbed as she nodded excitedly. She was in a shirt and jeans, and wearing glasses over her dark brown eyes.
“There’s so much choice though!” said Emma Carlson, looking at the potions and powders and devices on the shelves. The blonde was by far the biggest girl in her group, her full, heavy figure draped in a loose, colorful dress. She was mostly tagging along, her strongest suit was Math. “Do I want to be a cheetah, or a leopard…”
“You should be a hippo, you’re already big enough for it”, sneered Tiffany.
Emma’s blue eyes met Tiffany’s green ones. “Why don’t you be a bitch then? You’re already one!”
“At least I’m not a pig like you!”
“Please, can we not…” pleaded Mia.
“Shut up”, snapped Tiffany and Emma together.
Mia looked helplessly at Mrs. Parrish, who stepped in quickly. “Ladies, no fighting! We’re here to have fun!”
Mrs. Parrish sighed. Maybe there was a way to redirect all that energy. She could turn all three of her charges into more manageable things. Or perhaps let them take out their anger in different ways? Any lethal damage would only cause emergency regeneration, after all. Of course, she could always try to teach them a lesson herself…