Kyle's meaning was clear, so Jennifer wasn't too surprised when he lowered his voice a bit and said, "I wish the breasts of all the girls in school would grow three cup sizes larger."
The growth was almost instantaneous. Jennifer looked down and saw what seemed like two enormous globes beneath her cheerleading top. She couldn't help thinking to herself, 34C plus three -- 34F? Or some bras call that 34DDD. They both sound pretty big. She looked up and saw Lauren the geisha with her eyes still locked on Kyle, her breast growth obvious even under her kimono. The few girls still in the hallway rushing to class before the bell rang were all definitely jiggling more than usual, but none of them noticed, of course.
And Jennifer suddenly realized her immediate problem -- she was still halfway across the school from her next classroom. "Oh, my God," she said. "I can't afford a tardy -- "
Kyle grinned. "Oh, another favor? Well, we'll discuss it later. I wish you were sitting in your seat in your next class."
In a split second, Jennifer was, just as the bell rang. She exhaled. A bit disoriented, she looked around -- yep, this was her English classroom, now half full of busty girls in skirts and high heels.
The thirtysomething Mr. Randolph was sitting on his stool at the front of the classroom, book in hand. "When we left off yesterday..."
Jennifer happened to notice that the girl sitting next to her was writing on the front of a notebook, in exaggerated cursive script: "Rachel L. Perkins. Mrs. Rachel L. Stein- Perkins. Mrs. Kyle Perkins." Jennifer rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Mr. Randolph. Hmm, had he always been this cute?