Evan looked towards the front, and suddenly noticed that Veaty was wearing a small blond wig, crowning his bare scalp and the darker hair around it. Evan wondered for a moment when exactly he had had time to put it on, or why he would, when the blond hairs twitched... no, they grew! As he looked on, the blond hair got longer, covering what little hair Veaty had had left and heading down his back.
Evan looked around the classroom, waiting for someone to burst out laughing or start pointing, but everyone was looking around similarly, wondering who had managed to pull this off. Listening to him for the first time in a long time, Evan realized that the teacher's voice seemed to be getting higher, several octaves higher in fact. It happened gradually, a transition from the worn out, gravelly middle-aged smoker voice to a cooing, breathy (and distinctly feminine) voice, the change so slow as to be unnoticeable from one minute to the next - but it was really obvious now. Hearing a sultry voice like that coming from the wrinkled face of that man was a surreal experience, his new blond locks falling down the sides of his face in shimmering curls. His face also seemed to be changing...
He turned his back to the students once again and strained towards the top of the board to finish writing out the equation, and at that point it becomes obvious that he was actually getting shorter. The teacher, formerly at a hunched 5'9, now looked to be closer to 5'2. By this point, most of the class has given up all pretense of whispering and was talking loudly amongst itself. Evan had leaned over to talk to Sara and Mitch, but neither of them had any idea what the hell was going on either.
Veaty turned around to look at his lesson plan, and all of the students went nuts. In place of his swarthy, wrinkled face, Veaty had the face of a pretty Coed, probably in her early to mid 20's. Her shirt was slowly getting tighter as two fleshy mounds pushed out from her chest, pulling it from the now very loose waistband of her pants. "Those must be at least B-cups," Sara said, but as everyone looked on they continued to grow. Her pants were becoming incredibly tight around her hips as they expanded, almost in proportion to her waist pulling inward, the fabric pulling tight around her legs and showing them off.
She was looking at her plan for only a few seconds while all this was going on, and without seeming to notice the growing pandemonium in the room, she turned back around to continue writing, the equation she was working seemingly having shifted down the board to accommodate her. Her new position gave everyone a nice look at her tight ass, displayed clearly through the now skin-tight slacks. Her hair had reached her shoulder blades, and her breasts had grown big enough that they were showing around her sides. Her shirt finally gave out and the first 5 buttons popped off, something that everyone was aware of as they flew off to one side and pinged off the board. She turned sideways a bit to give people a view of what she had been writing while she talked about it, and gave a great shot of her cleavage through the now effectively V-neck dress shirt and and undershirt that had ripped completely apart down the middle. Her boobs were still expanding, heading past what Evan was sure were high C-cups and into the D-range. The whole class had settled into silently staring at what was happening; one person ideally wondered if they should leave the room, but no one moved from their desks.
As she stood there, gesturing at the board and talking about... well, no one was paying any attention to what she was saying at that point, but if they had been they would have noticed a major change in he teaching style... Her pants also seemed to be change as well. The slacks were retreating upwards, being chased by her growing socks, both now about to her knee caps, the socks growing progressively more transparent as the moved upwards. The shrinking pants stopped about mid-thigh and got even tighter, cinching up to her new waist, as she seemed to grow a couple of inches. Inspection revealed that this was due to the black, patent leather 2 inch heals that her shoes had become. The tight pants outlined a distinct camel toe at her crotch, signaling to all the world that she was no longer a guy, and then they grew slightly less distinct as though covered, before the crotch of the tiny shorts that had been the bottom of a suit grew downward and then fluttered free, becoming an incredibly small micro-miniskirt. The socks had become shear stockings, and a pair of garter straps stuck out from under the skirt to hold them up. While all this was happening, the shirt lost its loose button strings as the collar grew downwards, the wrinkles flattening down as it went from a tented out man's shirt to a tightly cut, almost see-through v-neck woman's blouse, and the shattered undershirt flowed upwards and formed a lacy, flowery bra, pushing her now substantial assets out still further and creating massive cleavage. The brown suit jacket that was slung over the chair had become a blue blazer that went with the micro-skirt, but from the look of it didn't cover much more when she wore it.
"So has everyone gotten that, class?" she asked, a bit loudly, and with a start Evan realized that she was asking for the third time, lightly rapping on the desk to try and get everyone's attention. She looked at Evan and said "Evan, do you understand what was I just saying?" |