TG Caption This: It was in the School’s mystery meat.
John McTaggert was the History teacher at a school for gifted children. He liked his job and the intelligence of his students challenged him more than any other teaching job he had held. The only problem was that some students didn’t care about history; they were much more interested in the science courses that the school was known for, so when he gave a failing grade to one of those students, his life would never be the same again.
John walked down the hall for lunch duty; never his favorite part of the day, but something that needed to be done. He got to cut to the front of the line and picked up his tray and took his food with no excitement. “Awesome” he thought “mystery meat…again” He sighed as he continued down the line and headed out to the teachers table. Just as he set his tray down he heard the unmistakable scream “FIGHT”
John spun around and headed for the two students who were wrestling on the ground. “Break it up you two!” John yelled as he grabbed them both.
“He started it”
“No…you did”
“I don’t care who started it” John said standing them up “Just break it up” He looked them over “If it’s done; go sit down and eat. If you want to fight some more, we can go see the Head Master”
They both quickly shook their heads and headed off.
John turned and headed back to his table. He hadn’t seen the student he had failed make just a quick walk by his tray and he of course hadn’t seen the simple drop of liquid he had put onto the mystery meat and he surely wouldn’t taste it, but he would definitely feel it.
John ate his lunch without even thinking about it; mostly he watched the room, which remained calm the rest of the time.
John headed back to his classroom for his next period. But about a half an hour into the lesson…
“As I was saying…Germany has always been a…<cough> nation beset by…uh…”
John lost his train of thought completely. He looked up at his class; warmth began to spread under his collar. His cheeks were flushed and he began to sweat all of a sudden. “I…um…<cough cough>
“Are you alright Mr. McTaggert?” Scott asked.
John kept his head down as a strange tingling sensation ran up his spine so he never saw the slight smirk that came with the question from the student with science on his mind and a medicine dropper in his pocket.
“I…I’m” he looked up and said “If you could <cough> excuse me for a moment…I <cough cough cough> not feeling so good” John sprinted from the room.
As he ran out, the students all looked at each other with puzzled looks on their faces until Sienna finally said “What was up with his voice? He sounded like a girl”
John ran down the hall. His stomach churned and he felt weak but he made it to the teachers’ lounge; luckily empty at this hour. “My God…I think I’m going to be sick” he thought. He ran to the sink but as he got there, the waves of nausea stopped but the tingling continued. He stood up but sensed that something wasn’t right. “Vertigo?” he thought as he could almost swear that the picture on the wall in front of him was moving.
He dropped his hands to his side “Huh” he said out loud as his shirt sleeves covered his hands. His hand flew to his mouth at the sound of his word. Panic flooded his mind, confusion set in “What’s going on? OH!” He shocked himself at the sound. He spun towards the other wall where a mirror sat above a sofa. John shoved both his hands; covered in his shirt sleeves into his mouth to stifle a primal scream.
He kept screaming as he stared wide eyed into the mirror; watching himself shrink smaller and smaller. His shirt got larger and larger as did all his clothes. He finally stopped screaming and gasped as his pants slipped off his waistband and hit the floor. “This can’t be happening” he said not even hearing his high pitched voice. His shirt was down to the middle of his thighs and falling off of his shoulders. He fumbled his way out of his pants, losing his shoes in the process.
John was a large man; 6’2” 240lbs, but he was changing. He stepped on his socks to free his feet, but when he got free he saw his feet shrinking and changing shape. They narrowed and shrank down to about half the size they had been; the skin became pale and smooth, his nails tiny and painted a bright red.
His exposed legs were quickly losing mass and all his hair disappeared leaving behind smooth and soft calves. He fumbled with the large shirt as the changes spread upward. By the time he swatted away the bottom of his shirt, his thighs had shrank down and smoothed out. He shifted his weight as his hips rounded off and his rear end flared outward.
A new wave of fear and confusion swept over him as his hand patted his now smooth front. His stomach and waist shrank down to nothing and he fumbled with the huge shirt as he felt breasts beginning to grow on his now small and smooth chest.
His hands were even smaller as they groped at his burgeoning chest. His thin and trim fingers barely poked out of the bottom of his sleeves, but he felt his nails growing out.
His right hand moved up his smooth neck and he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His hands slapped at his smooth cheeks and chin; his beard had disappeared; replaced by smooth pale skin.
He watched in awe as his chin and jaw pulled inward, his cheeks rose up and became full. His lips puffed up fuller than ever and his nose shrank back dramatically. His eyes widened, his ears pulled in and his forehead rose up. Finally, his hair turned auburn and grew long and wild down his back.
John stared at the reflection in the mirror in shock. Staring back at him was no longer the large 36 year old man, but a very tiny 18 year old girl.
She shivered and dropped her hands to her sides. “What in the world just happened to me?” she asked in shock.
The bell to change classes blared loudly in the lounge. “Oh my God! I can’t let anybody see me like this!”  She squealed. She dove into a nearby closet and held onto the inside latch tightly.
The five minutes before the bell rang again felt like the longest of her life. Nervous energy pulsated through her. Seconds felt like hours as she heard passing voices in the hall. When the door opened and she heard two people fumbling at the coffee pot in the lounge, she nearly fainted her heart was beating so rapidly.
After the bell rang and the noises died off, she fumbled the door open and stumbled back out into the lounge. “What am I going to do?” she panicked. “I’ve got to get out of here!”  She stopped though as she looked down at herself “Um…not dressed like this I’m not”
She spun back to the closet…the teachers kept several extra uniforms in there for students that need a quick change if there’s a spill. Luckily, there was a little bit of everything in there. She grabbed a small pair of panties and a bra. She did a quick shoulder shrug and wiggle and the huge drape like shirt fell to the floor where she easily stepped out of it and into the underwear. The bra was a snug fit, but it would be fine for now. She next took one of the blue skirts and pulled it on, followed by putting on the plain white blouse that all the female students wore. After buttoning and tucking in her shirt, she grabbed the knee high white socks.
She sat down on the sofa and pulled up the socks quickly and slid her feet into the pair of black Mary Jane’s that she found in the bottom of the closet. They were a size too big but she fastened the buckles tightly so she wouldn’t walk out of them. There was a yellow hooded jacket that someone had lost, so she quickly tossed it on.
She turned to the mirror and while still shocked at what she saw, she at least thought she could make her escape. She grabbed her wallet and keys from her old pants and bundled all her old clothes up into a gym bag and slung it over her shoulder.
She slowly opened the door and peeked into the hall. It appeared empty. She took a deep breath and started out and down the hall.
She thought she was going to make it to the door, she was just steps away when she heard from behind her “Excuse me miss: I don’t think school is over yet today.”
It was the voice of the school secretary. John was in a full panic “What am I going to do!” his mind raced.
She slowly turned toward her former colleague; knowing that she would never believe anything she could say at this moment. “Um” she fumbled now looking up to the secretary; Miss Norton.
Then she was confused as a smile spread across Miss Norton’s face “That red hair; I just saw your file come across: You must be our new student.”
“Uh…um…” John resigned himself “Sure”
“Yes…Joan McGarrett; right?”
“Yeah…uh…that’s my name. I must have gotten turned around; got lost” she piped up. Suddenly her stomach let out a loud grumble.
“Wow; did you skip lunch?” Miss Norton asked her.
Joan realized that she was starving all of a sudden. “Yeah…guess I could use a nice big steak” it growled again “or two…”
Miss Norton just smiled again. “Well get along to your class. I was looking for Mr. McTaggert…the history teacher; students in his last class said he rushed out sick and now I can’t find him anywhere.”
“Um…I don’t know who that is…sorry” Joan said heading up the stairs and out of sight. As she heard the footsteps grow fainter and fainter; Joan sprinted for the door and out into the cool air.
She quick walked to her car and slid in. “Wow I’m short” she said realizing that her feet came nowhere near the pedals. After cranking up the seat, she pulled out and drove down the street and straight into the drive thru lane at McDonald’s. “I’m starving” she thought “I’d like 4 double cheeseburgers…uh…2 big Macs and a quarter pounder…Thanks”
She couldn’t eat fast enough; she hadn’t had an appetite like this in her old male body. Knowing that she didn’t have much in her refrigerator at her apartment, Joan stopped at the supermarket to get dinner for the night. As quickly as the stocker put out the steaks, she would grab them up while arguing with him about the prices.
“This could get expensive, having this appetite in this body.”