You wanted to beg her help to stop these weird changes to your outfit.
“Say they’re Jackson…you don’t seem well? Everything okay?” She asked.
“Please Miss Mororse, you have got to believe me! Something is wrong! My clothes are changing but nobody seems to notice! They look just like…”
“Ms. Baker?” Miss Mororse said interrupting you.
“You can see?” You asked.
“Of course of I can. I’m the one who cast the curse on you after all.” She said smiling.
“You…what?” You said shocked.
“It’s a curse…by the end of the day. You will be an exact copy of her. Or rather…you will become her!” She said with a laugh.
“What do you mean?” You pleaded for understanding.
“When the physical transformation is finally complete. You will Also begin to gather her memories. Once the process is completed the Ms. Baker you know will vanish and you will take her place. Poor Jackson will cease to exist. As will all
Memory of him from everyone else. It will be like you were never born…so in a way I’m really not doing anything to Ms. Baker. Im simply getting rid of you…” she said with a wicked laugh.
“Why?” You cried out.
“Because you have made my class a nightmare this year.
Your ignorance can no longer be tolerated.” She called out.
“Please there must be something I can do to stop this!” You cried out.
“Yes…all curses do have a way to counter them.” Just to be fair I will even tell you what this one is.
“If you can discover a secret and Ms. Baker. Something she hasn’t told anyone else before your transformation is complete. You can reveal that secret to me and if it is true the curse will be removed. It is false or she has told others it will not work. It must be a true genuine secret she has spoken to nobody.” Miss Mororse said.
“You better hurry. At most you only have a couple days before you lose your memories as well as your body.” She said with a laugh.
You left the classroom in a hurry. You had to try and find a way to beat this…but how?
As you walked you realized it was getting more difficult to move. It wasn’t just the heels. You looked down and saw your skirt was getting shorter and tighter. It was turning into a pencil skirt like you feared.
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