The air around Nate's current non-body blurred and a force propelled him towards the classroom. Unable to control his movement or which direction he zoomed in, Nate had no choice but to close his eyes and pray an anti-virus program in the system would eject him from what was clearly a malfunctioning Imaginationland unit, not noticing as he did so that he was heading straight for the young teacher as she guided the class through their ABC's.
He entered through the back of her head. A series of clicks and whirrs indicated that the insertion was complete, and then he could only hear the classroom buzz of children kicking, muttering and scrawling on their desks with half-chewed pencils.
Wind blew up Nate's skirt... Skirt? He lowered his hand to check the sensation when he noticed the piece of chalk he was holding. His hand, he saw, was much slimmer than he remembered, with a wooden bracelet around his wrist and lime-green painted nails. His breathing accelerated and with it the rate at which he noticed the width of his enormous bosom, hidden from innocent children's eyes by a professional white blouse tucked into his skirt, belted in such a way that it billowed and obscured his figure. He felt it all, though, including the very frilly, very sensually-cut bra that spoke more of velvet sheets than glue stuffed up six-year olds' noses. Dirty-blonde hair tickled his forehead, cupped his ears and made it impossible to feel air on the back of his neck. Some of it fell on his eyes, so when he turned to face the children he barely made them out through the strands.
"It's Z!" a puny girl with horn-rimmed glasses chirped. "You didn't say the last letter, Miss Moffett. It's Z!"
"Oh..." was all Nate could say. Voice so soothing with one syllable... Oh. Oh shit. He hadn't expected this. And so real too. How could you be the opposite gender in a computer program and- And feel all that? And, it dawned on him now, how could you be a teacher and not teach a class you had apparently just been teaching!? The students continued to stare. Relaxing, his ass, Nate just went from relatively comfortable cubicle life to babysitter for twenty little hell-spawns!
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