Mark found himself in a classroom he hadn’t been in years. There were only two desks in the middle of the room. One of them was already occupied by a woman with long chocolate brown hair that went half way down her back. She seemed uncomfortable sitting down on the small chair and desk that were clearly designed for someone much younger.



At the front of the room standing towards the blackboard was an older woman, currently writing something. Her white curls, grey blouse, long skirt and heels made Mark recall one of his least favourite teachers growing up. She was one of the reasons he was glad to move interstate. Now he's back because he didn’t complete an important Math assignment from twelve years ago.



“Mr Huntley,” the teacher scolded him without turning away from the blackboard. He hated that voice and it just confirmed who it was. “Late as always, take a seat!” Mrs Barnes said never looking away from the blackboard.

The woman sitting in the chair tilted her head in curiosity as she turned to face Mark. They looked at each other for a moment with a hit of recollection but she didn’t look familiar to him. She then looked at him with another glance as her eyes widened and she tried not to laugh. Mark then looked down and noticed he wasn’t wearing any clothes. He quickly covered himself up with his hands and stood there awkwardly.



“Mr Huntley, did you forget your clothes again?” the teacher lectured never once turning around.



“Yes… Mrs Barnes….” Mark sheepishly admitted.



“You know what to do,” the Teacher instructed as she pointed over to a bucket sitting on a cubby shelf.



“Yes, Mrs Barnes.” Mark nodded as he walked over to the bucket. He reached down and pulled his genitals off, leaving him with a smooth crotch.



When he turned around the woman burst out laughing at the sight of him.



“Miss Morris,” Mrs Barnes interrupted her laughter. “Since you think it’s so funny, you can join him.



“Yes, Mrs Barnes,” the woman begrudgingly got up off her desk and walked past Mark. She pulled her skirt forward and reached down and pulled hers off. She then put it in the same bucket as Mark’s. She then returned to her desk.

“You can get them back after class,” Mrs Barnes told them as Mark sheepishly walked over to the small desk and sat down.



“Do I know you?” The woman broke the awkward silence. Mark turned to look at the woman. There was a familiarity there but he wasn’t sure.



“No talking,” Mrs Barnes instructed before Mark could say anything. She was already pointing back towards the cubby still facing away from them.



The woman sighed as she got up and walked over to them again. This time she found a set of draws. She peeled off her lips and placed them in the draw. When she turned around Mark bit his lips seeing the mouthless person in front of him. He didn’t want to laugh and suffer the same consequences. The woman glared at Mark and gave him an annoyed look before playfully flipping him off.



“Detention!” Mrs Barnes snapped at the woman.



The woman’s eyes went wide as she pulled off her own head and placed it on the top shelf. Her long hair dangled over the edge. She then pulled off her right hand and placed it in another cubby then used her right arm to pin her left hand down. Her headless and handless body then walked to the back of the room and faced a wall.



With the woman’s desk unoccupied. Mark leaned over to look at her note book. It was mostly a bunch of nonsense except at the top of the page. ‘Amanda Morris, Class 2-B.’



“Amanda?!” Mark yelled without thinking as he looked over at his childhood friend. He didn’t recognise her because he hadn’t seen her in twelve years and he didn’t recall her last name. Amanda gave a blink of recognition.



“No… talking!” Mrs Barnes interrupted the moment. “And no cheating!” She yelled louder. “Detention, Mr Huntley!”



Mark got up off the small desk and walked over to the cubby. He pulled off his mouth and put it in the same draw where Amanda’s mouth was. Then he pulled off his head and put it next to Amanda’s. Finally he reached up and plucked out his eyes, placing them in a jar on the shelf below. His body then stumbled over to where Amanda’s was.



With no eyes or mouth, Mark just sat there, hearing the ticking of the clock, his and Amanda’s breath as well as the scratching of chalk on the blackboard. He wasn’t sure how long he was there for before he felt hands picking up his head and putting it back onto a body.



“What did you do?” He hears Amanda yelling as he reaches for his eyes, putting them back in. That’s when he saw Amanda. Her head was on his body, only between his former legs was a vulva. Mark looked down at his own body and saw two mounds protruding from his feminine top. That’s when he woke up.