You turn around and continue to stare into the whiteboard at your new hair, fascinated at what is going on.
Miss Shaw's clothes are extremely tight of you, since you are a 6 foot 3 and she is only around 5 foot 7, and frankly they look utterly ridiculous too, but hopefully this will change, when the transformation is done.
Suddenly you see a flash in your own eyes; they have changed from a pale blue to a more feminine green.
Your arms begin to itch as your skin becomes more smooth and gains a light tan on top of your current, relatively pale complexion. Starting from the back of your hands, this new skin gradually spreads up your arms, and down to the bottom of your body.
This skin then spreads up your neck and across your face. You feel you nose shrink into that of Miss Shaw's. It's much more pretty and delicate than your's was. Then the rest of your face contorts into that of your teacher's
You stumble back and take a seat as you are afraid you are going to faint, but before you do you notice that you are slowly growing shorter yourself.
You take the seat and stretch your legs out straight. most of the visible muscle has gone, and before you are the much weaker, prettier and more delicate legs of Miss Shaw's.
Your clothes suddenly feel much more comfortable and it almost feels normal to be wearing them.
Feeling the transformation is all but over, you stand, but suddenly you fall back onto the chair, as two breast-shape mounds grow from your chest and become the boobs of your teacher. Your hips become much more curved, which is probably the only part of the change that hurts.
You skin feels weird, as it wrinkles ever so slightly until you are identical to Miss Shaw. It's over.
But then you remember something, and stick your hand down your new dress. Your fears are confirmed, you really are a woman now, and a fine one at that, you think to yourself.
You walk over to the office door and give it a knock, to hear your voice reply,"One second...Miss...followed by a childish snigger."
"Okay.", you reply, in your new voice, whilst instinctively brushing some hair out of your eyes.
You are happy this has happened to you, and it is turning out to be a good Monday after all...