"Okay, make sure you put your seat belt on Alex," says Ms. Cruz as she starts the car. Alex tugs hard on the large belt and pulls it all the way over to the locking device. "Man, I don't remember that even being so difficult," thinks Alex as he locks himself in. Ms. Cruz drives fast in an attempt to make good time to her house. During the drive, Alex can't help but glances up at his beautiful teacher. When she notices Alex looking at her, he turns away and pretends to be looking elsewhere. Ms. Cruz knows Alex likes her because she has watched him stare at her all school year long. He thinks that she has no clue about his crush on her, but she can tell. Actually, Ms. Cruz is quite flattered by it. It does turn her on knowing that some students are more interested in her instead of the lecture she is giving.
Alex's mind is racing about the changes happening to his body and the fact that he is going to his teacher's house, who he fantasizes about all the time. And that she is now an amazon is only creating more strange feelings for Alex. It takes about ten minutes for Ms. Cruz to reach her house. It is about two in the afternoon a some of the neighbors are out in their front yard. So people don't start to wonder, Ms. Cruz moves Alex into her house quickly. "Why don't you go sit on the couch while I try to create a cure for you," says Ms. Cruz.
The tall woman points to the living room then disappears down a hallway. Alex feels very short in his teacher's house as he compares his height to the furniture surrounding him. He sits down down on the large couch and his small body slowly sinks into the cushion. While on the couch Alex notices a pair of his teacher's tennis shoes on the floor. He slips his foot inside and can't believe how much extra room there is. "Crazy, her feet are nearly twice the size of mine now," thinks Alex. He can't resist and ends up pick up one of the shoes. He holds it in his hands and looks it over. It seems surreal that someone could have that big of a foot, but it only looks that way because he has shrunk.
As he brings the shoe up to his nose for a whiff, Ms. Cruz walks back into the room. "I see that you like my new tennis shoes. I have had them for a few months and they feel great on my feet when I jog," says Ms. Cruz. Alex turns a bright shade of red and lets the shoe fall from his hands. He is very embarrassed and doesn't know what to say. Ms. Cruz walks over to the couch and sits down next to Alex. "Well, I think the formula I am creating should work for you, but it is going to take...
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