You turn around to locate the source of the female voice you just heard, and are stunned by what you see. Hovering in front of you is a woman with a 6-inch-tall body, plus antennae and a pair of dragonfly wings. She has short black hair and is wearing a black leather corset and a matching G-string -- her breasts are fully exposed. In one hand she has a thin silvery stick.
"How do you like your new math teacher?" she asks.
"So you did that?"
"Hey, you're the one who wished your math class would be more interesting," she says. "I was just passing by, heard you, and granted your wish in my own unique way. Anything else you want to wish for while I've got time stopped?" She stops hovering and flies upward, then begins making lazy circles.
"But Mr. Tate --"
"I think she's Ms. Ta-Tas now. Look, don't worry about her. Mr. Tate was a 50-year- old divorcée who went home to his one-bedroom apartment every night to heat up a can of soup while watching 'Jeopardy!'. Now she's a 22-year-old who -- well, what she does at night is pretty much what she does during the day. But she loves doing it -- can't get enough."
"Yeah, I've noticed," you say. "But how can she get away with doing it during the school day, with students?"
"That's part of my magic," says the tiny winged woman, currently hovering over two blonde girls, frozen in the act of standing next to their lockers talking to each other. "I'm a sex fairy. I can change reality, as long as it's got something to do with sex. So let's say I decide to change some of your classmates..." She waves the stick -- her magic wand, obviously -- and a cloud of sparkles shoots out of it, falling onto the head and shoulders of the blonde girls.