Pulling into a parking space in the student lot two minutes before the bell rang, Jennifer wouldn't be able to look for Kyle before classes started. On the entire one- minute and 59-second walk to her classroom, she grumbled about the shoes with heels she was wearing, wishing she had her cheerleading sneakers.
She entered Ms. Driscoll's history class as the bell was ringing, which got her a glare from Ms. Driscoll, but then a nod toward her desk. Jennifer sank into the hard plastic seat as best she could with a deep exhale.
It was then she realized that Ms. Driscoll's wardrobe was a bit atypical for the teacher, who normally favored pantsuits. Today she was wearing a green dress, casual but tight, the skirt only to mid-thigh, the button-up front undone enough to show just a tantalizing hint of cleavage. Apparently, Kyle's "all the girls at our school" wish had included the teachers -- or maybe he'd made a separate wish.
As Ms. Driscoll lectured, Jennifer looked around the room. The clothing changes weren't that obvious, except for a couple of girls who always wore pants. Other than Ms. Driscoll, the biggest surprise was Amanda, an emo/goth type who normally stuck to black jeans and baggy black T-shirts. The corset-style top and ruffled skirt she was now wearing made it apparent that she had a very nice body; Jennifer thought she might have been cheerleader material if she'd had a different attitude toward life.
The class passed slowly, as dry history lectures tend to do, and when the bell finally rang, Jennifer was up from her desk like a shot and was the first one out of the room into the hallway to look for Kyle.