Evan turned around to locate the source of the female voice, and jumped back slightly when he found something hovering just in front of his face. Hovering there was a woman, 6-inches tall, with antennae, flapping a set of dragonfly like wings to keep herself level with his face. She had short black hair and was wearing a black leather corset and a matching G-string, and nothing else. Her breasts were firm and fully exposed, and the miniature nature made them all the more interesting. In one hand, she had a thin silvery stick.
"How do you like your new math teacher?" she asked.
"Umm..." Evan said, dumbfounded. "She was cool. It felt really good. So... you did that?"
"Hey, you're the one who wished your math class would be more interesting," she said. "I was just passing by and heard you. That guy was a major downer, so I granted your wish in my own unique way. Anything else you want to wish for while I've got time stopped?" She asked, ceasing to hover and flying upward, making lazy circles.
"But Mr. Veaty..."
"I think she's Ms. Meateater now," she corrected. "Look, don't worry about her. Mr. Veaty was an old divorcee who went home to his one-bedroom apartment every night to heat up a can of soup while watching 'Jeopardy!' and grumbling about how kids have no respect. He was about to be put out to pasture, and was probably on his way to suicide. Now she's a 22-year-old who... well, what she does at night is pretty much what she does during the day, minus the teaching math part. But she loves doing it, can't get enough. And she has no trouble rounding up willing participants."
"Yeah, I've noticed," Evan replied wistfully, then shook his head. "But how can she get away with doing it during the school day, with students?"
"That's part of my magic," said the tiny winged woman, hovering over two blond girls, frozen in the act of talking to each other at their lockers. "I'm a sex fairy." |