The Change of the Seasons: Teacher's Pet

Chapter 5
The Worst Kind of Debriefing

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Chapter Description: Don't ever get involved in the petty politics of soccer moms.

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[size=2]Rebecca Brownwood carefully stepped out of the shower in her father’s bathroom. Though admittedly, it didn’t feel like his bathroom anymore, despite the various men’s products scattered about the place along with hints of festering grime.

She gently smiled at herself as she dried off her dark auburn hair. Rebecca was continuously amazed at how lovely her long hair had become since her progression into a woman. As a girl, she thought long hair was a waste of time to maintain, but she was quickly coming around to this new feature of hers.

She brushed her hair straight and then got dressed in the simple yellow blouse and jeans that were provided to her by the New Springs Authority. Unfortunately for Rebecca, the local government had not provided her with supplementary products like makeup so she would have to attend the upcoming Parent-Teacher Association meeting as a plain Grownup girl.

Of course there was one other person she needed to make sure was ready to go. Leaving her former father’s bedroom, she now slipped into her own former bedroom to find her father.

Rebecca had seen many photos of her dad when he was a little boy, but photos couldn’t hold a candle to reality. Robert, now a 6 year old boy, stood defiant (as much as a child his new age possibly could) in his Captain America pajamas. The tints of red in his brown hair were now much more prominent in his regressed body. His large muscles had been reformed into baby fat and the boy’s face was overwhelmed by freckles.

As sorry as Rebecca felt for her former father, she couldn’t deny just how adorable he had become in his second childhood.

“Bobby.” She called out to him with his new pet name, “It’s time to get dressed baby, you’ve been in those jammies for days.”

Bobby groaned, “It’s not fair! It’s not fair! I’m the adult and I don’t need a babysitter.”

“I know you were Bobby," she reassured him for the millionth time, “but now you’re a Growndown. Just like how I’m a Grownup now.”

“But you don’t know how to be an adult!” he cried. “You can’t be a parent…you can’t be my parent!”

Rebecca slowly walked to the 6 year old boy and easily picked him up. Holding him against her large breasts she began a speech to him that she had just been forming in the shower.

“You’re right Bobby. This is my first time being an adult, so I am still learning things.” Rebecca admitted to him, “But think of it this way: You’ve been a child before. My grandmother has very much proven that to me. So what I need from you, right now, more than anything in the world is for you to be a good little boy for me.”

“But Becky!” Bobby interrupted.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh” Rebecca shushed him by placing her index finger against his tiny lips. “You’re not my dad anymore Bobby. You need to accept that. They told us not to fight against Facilitation if we wanted to keep our memories and I want you to remember being my dad.”

A realization popped into her head just then, she was lecturing a man that had been turned into a 6 year old boy, one that had lost the logic and reasoning of the adult he had been a few days ago. She needed to placate Bobby, not reason with him.

Without warning she unbuttoned Bobby’s jammies, exposing his childish belly, and blew a raspberry right into the child’s bellybutton. The boy’s tone changed miraculously, as the fits of giggles overcame the bitterness of his lost adulthood. She smiled down on him as he slowly recovered from the brutal assault.

“Remember when you used to do that to me?” she asked him.

Bobby nodded with a remembrance in his young eyes.

“You were such a good dad to me Bobby, you stuck up for me when you didn’t need to and you spoiled me when you shouldn’t have. Now I get to return the favor. I get to raise and protect and love that admirable man as he slowly grows up again as my adorable little boy. That’s why I want you to accept me as your new mommy, so you can enjoy and appreciate your new life as my son.” She told him.

This seemed to click with Bobby at a deeper level than she had anticipated. There was no real fault that one could place against Robert Brownwood that one could also place on any other widower. Rebecca realized this fact now that she was an adult. There was very little future for him as an adult, but now he wasn’t one. He was now free from all the tragedies that tied him down as a man.

“Ok mom…my” The little boy stammered, testing how he himself responded to those words more than anything else.

“Let’s get you dressed so you can meet your new babysitter!’ Rebecca told him.

With her help, Bobby got dressed in his new clothes and soon the former father and daughter, now son and mother, left their small house in Creek’s Curve.

The lower middle class neighborhood had an old feel to it. It was fairly wooded unlike River’s Way to the south of it, but featured an array of slopes that dominated the parts of New Springs that were close to the mountains.

Like with all his other possessions, Rebecca had inherited Robert’s jeep from him. But she had been told avoid using vehicles until her Facilitation was mostly complete. She agreed with that assessment because while she still felt a bit unsure of herself behind the wheel, she also wanted to avoid antagonizing Bobby by driving his own jeep right in front of him.

Luckily, her former classmate Jonny had arranged to both carpool her to the PTA meeting as well get a babysitter for little Bobby. They just needed to walk across the neighborhood, which gave both Rebecca and Bobby a chance to further physically adjust to their new bodies.

Bobby walked a bit awkwardly with his new little legs and grasped her stronger hand as they walked up a slope towards their destination.

Rebecca took her former father’s new dependence on her in stride just as she enjoyed her new physical prowess. Rebecca didn’t have a soldier’s body like Robert had, but she truly felt his strength inside her now just as she saw a bit of little Becky inside Bobby now. New Springs had given her great privilege for some reason unknown to her and she was determined to live up to its expectations.

Mother and son finally arrived at their destination and Rebecca rang the doorbell to the Medlock’s somewhat larger home.

Jonathan Medlock casually answered the door. The former 4th grader was nothing like how she remembered him at the end of their school year last summer. Gone was the detached, sports-minded boy and in his place stood a man entering his mid 20’s. His brown hair was much darker than before and his face sported five o’clock shadow from his presumably stressful job as an Enforcer for the New Springs Authority.

“It’s good to see you again Becky.” He told her.

She almost corrected him right there and then, though Jonny was now several years younger than the 32 year old woman she found the man excessively more mature than her at the moment. She felt the frivolousness of a long buried girlhood crush form in her again, despite the ridiculously colorful suit he wore.

“You too Jonny.” She told her former classmate, “It’s an absolute relief that Bobby can stay here while we attend this meeting.”

“Well come in, come in.” He offered to them. “I should reintroduce you to the babysitter before we go.”

“Reintroduce?” she asked bluntly.

“You’ll see.” He joked.

Rebecca led Bobby up and around the Medlock’s staircase behind Jonathan and walked down their hallway. They passed a preteen boy’s room that was clearly James’. Rebecca quickly peered in to confirm her suspicions and found the 10 year old boy playing away at some video game.

“Hey James!” she called out to the young boy and winked at him when he turned his attention to her.

“Hey…..Becky.” he blushed, clearly mesmerized by her luxurious adult form.

Rebecca slipped back out and continued following Jonathan, they eventually reached the room that was clearly a teenage girl’s. A poster of a large, muscular, and shirtless man was emblazoned across the door.

Inside revealed what Rebecca suspected. A young girl, still very much entering her teenage years sat Indian-style on her high rise bed. The sandy blonde hair girl was watching something on her tablet while clearly multitasking a text conversation on her smartphone.

The other side of the room was dominated by a hastily assembled, portable playpen that was currently housing a sleeping toddler boy with lovely brown hair that was gently sucking away on a pacifier.

Jenny, oblivious to their entrance into her bedroom, had to be called down from her bed by Jonathan, “Come here and meet your charge Jenny.”

The teenage girl complied with a dreadful laziness in her movements. She briefly studied Rebecca before noticing little Bobby at her side. Out of nowhere, the teenage put on a warm and comforting smile for the child.

“Well hello sweetheart!” Jenny greeted her new charge while looking back at Rebecca in the corner of her eye, “What’s your name?”

Bobby, still shy and perplexed by his predicament remained silent, promoting Jonathan to speak up for him, “Jenny, this is the Bobby who was the dad of my old classmate Becky here. I believe you remember chaperoning her last year during my 4th grade field trip…..she was that loud tomboy.”

Jenny, putting two and two together, suddenly became a bit overwhelmed with embarrassment. Clearly not for Bobby, but rather her own diminished sexual status as a young teenage girl in comparison to Rebecca’s sexy and womanly form.

“Hey Ms. Medlock.” Rebecca teased her former chaperone, “How’s your second trip through puberty treating you?”

Jonathan was clearly amused by Rebecca’s tone and seemingly decided to encourage her, “By all means Becky, call her Jenny. She’s only 14 years old after all.”

“Jenny will do fine Ms. Brownwood.” The teen flippantly told her, “I still remember caring for you when you got hurt during that field trip thank you very much.”

Rebecca had forgotten about that. It had happened just over half a year ago and yet it seemed like an entirely different life to the 32 year old woman. This new, emerging world of Grownup children controlling the lives of Growndown adults endlessly fascinated her. On one hand she felt a strange pride over this regressed middle aged woman and yet Rebecca felt a jealously rise in her as well. Jenny was now a young and carefree high schooler all over again, something Rebecca had never once experienced.

That didn’t seem very fair to her.

In spite of her grievances against the teenager, she was the adult in this situation now and she decided to act the part through.

“I’m grateful you were there for me Jenny, I was a very foolhardy girl back then.” Rebecca told Jenny before complimenting the girl, “I love what you did with you hair by the way. I’m still trying to master a hair straightener myself.”

Jenny smiled at the complement, clearly very pleased with herself. “Thanks! These guys that I call family don’t respect the work I put into my hair these days.”

“You put far too much work into that hair little sister.” Jonathan lectured his former mother.

Jenny groaned, obviously having been lectured by Jonathan like this before, “Don’t you two Grownups have some boring PTA meeting to go to? No worries, I got Bobby covered here Ms. Brownwood.”

As she backed out of the room Rebecca waved to Bobby, “Love you baby! Be good for Jenny now!”

Jonathan quickly said goodbye to James on the way back downstairs and the two Grownups were soon off in Jonathan’s car towards Edwardson Elementary School.

“You seem to be getting the hang of all of this Rebecca.” Jonathan told her as she rode shotgun next to him, switching to her proper full name.

“I’m just trying to be myself I guess. This is all very weird though Jonathan I have to admit.” She responded, dropping the childish nickname for her friend in turn.

“Trust me Rebecca I feel you.” Jonathan confided, “The toddler that was napping in Jenny’s room was my father believe it or not. Before he became my baby boy, the man he had been told me some words: “Age is the source of all conflict.” It took me awhile to really understand his words but I think I get them now. When we age, we become completely different people from what we were in the past. But, we share the knowledge, experience, and memories of those past selves and we always find ourselves battling against it in the present. You and me were just little kids not so long ago as our parents worked their asses off to keep this town running. Now we’re the adults and we have to step up to that same responsibility.”

“But Jonathan you’re talking like this is still the normal outside world where we grow up, year by year, and take our parents’ place in the adult world after they retired. Now we’re their parents!!!” Rebecca ranted.

“I know, I know it’s all very bizarre. I like to treat my kids like I’m just some big brother to them but I sometimes find myself becoming more and more fatherly towards them. Especially little Jacob. ” Jonathan admitted to her, “I think New Springs is undergoing a radical new change right now. One that you and your new son have now been intrinsically tied to.”

Rebecca stopped him right there, “You guys explained the magical water to me and Bobby and all that but I just don’t get this. Why haven’t I heard about people changing like this before and why all of a sudden now?”

“I can’t answer most of that Rebecca to tell you the truth, but I can say that we believe that these transformations have always been happening. Since before this town was founded by the Founders.” He told her.

“One of your guys….Seth, I think his name was, told me that. But what I mean is like why haven’t I heard about people changing in age or whatever until it happened to your family last summer?” she asked.

“But that’s just what I mean Rebecca.” Jonathan answered. “We at the Authority more or less believe that it has never stopped happening. New Springs has always been changing people while altering the perception of reality of others. For example: An out of work, abusive father could be seamlessly changed into the baby of the family while his overachieving son is remade into the family’s breadwinner. New Springs can easily rewrite our DNA and our brains so that new breadwinner of a father never realizes his loyal wife was basically his own mother. That is the power of New Springs.”

That was terrifying to Rebecca and it made her question her very reality. Was Robert truly her dad? Could it be that she was originally his mother all along? Or worse, as she remembered back to the days when she still affectionately called him daddy, was she…….Robert’s own wife? Her own mother?

This wasn’t something she needed to think about right now.

“But everyone in town is aware of these transformations now. What gives?” She asked.

“All I can say on that subject is that the game has changed. New Springs has been more public with itself lately and the Authority has tried to match its recent transparency.” He told her. “But in my opinion, I think it’s for the best. When I look at my younger siblings I don’t see the roles they occupied over me in our old lives but rather the people they are at heart. Roles come and go Rebecca, try and remember that as you adjust into this new life.

They soon arrived at their destination, Edwardson Elementary School was located in a relatively flat part of the hilly town. Rebecca felt a pang of nostalgia at the sight of its large welcoming doors as the two parked their car in the densely packed parking lot. It was quite clear to Rebecca that it was going to be a crowded and rowdy night.

“I need to meet up with my boss Rebecca but I’ll drive you back once this is all over with.” Jonathan told her.

“Yeah of course, thanks for the ride Jonathan.” She said.

Rebecca entered her elementary school’s gym to find quite a rowdy mess of parents indeed. They gathered in large sporadic groups around the assembled chairs; speaking in loud, outraged voices that echoed around the gym’s walls.

This environment of adults put the normally outspoken Grownup girl on her toes. How was she supposed to relate to these people? She only knew a couple of the moms that were gathered about the gym.

Heather’s mom, Helena, stood impatiently in her gray work suit next to Daniel’s mom Deborah. Save for their bespectacled faces, the two women were as different as could be, Rebecca figured they only stood next to one another because their children had shared the same 5th grade class together. Rebecca approached them warily.

“When is the meeting going to start?” she asked Deborah, who was a tiny geek of a woman. Her short hair was frizzed and dark brown and she was shorter than most women. So much so that her breasts looked like they better belonged to a teenager than a grown woman.

“I don’t know.” Deborah meekly responded, “They have barely told us anything.”

Rebecca had been in several classes with Daniel over the years and she had always thought that Deborah was a sweet, kindhearted mom. The 46 year old woman seemed more high-strung to her now however. Rebecca wasn’t sure if this was because of understandable stress or if she was simply uncomfortable by Rebecca for whatever reason.

She tried her best to warm up to her, “Your son was in Mrs. Baxter’s class right? How is he doing?”

The nervous woman adjusted her nerdy glasses, “He’s ok I suppose, he and his little sister aren’t so little anymore. At least my daughter still seems young enough to attend this school.”

Helena reacted to that, “At least your kids don’t have to repeat grades. Heather is going to have to go through all of elementary school again.”

Rebecca was less familiar with the 37 year old Helena but she could tell a great deal just by looking at her. She was an amazon of a woman, well over six feet tall, but her slim frame made her as flat-chested as a girl, even compared to Deborah’s small breasts. Her glasses were sleek and professional, and she kept her platinum blonde hair in a short bob.

“At least you have more time with her.” Rebecca suggested.

Helena smugly regarded her, “How is your child doing if you don’t mind me asking? I assume they were in Mrs. Baxter’s class as well.”

Rebecca was undaunted by the woman’s cold tone, “Robert is doing very well actually. He’ll be a happy little boy again soon. But he wasn’t in Mrs. Baxter’s class, I was.”

Deborah looked horrified, “Becky? I thought you looked familiar!”

Helena straightened her glasses and crossed her arms, “So you’re one of them I see.”

“Them?” Rebecca asked as she subconsciously backed away from the tall woman.

Deborah backed up Helena, “I don’t know what you’re doing here but I have a hard time buying the legality of your adulthood, even if sorcery has given you a woman’s body.”

“I have the same concerns just as you both do.” Rebecca argued, “but I’ll leave you ladies be, if you’re going to be so rude.”

She walked away from the two women at that and went to find a quieter spot for the meeting. If only she could find another Grownup kid like her, but she would simply be satisfied with not being eyed like that by anyone for the rest of the evening. She tried to find a seat by the side of the gym when suddenly she heard her nickname.

“Becky?” A tall, blonde woman called out to her from a seat in the front corner.

The woman’s athletic body was slender and delicate throughout save for the large round breasts emerging from her chest. She was absolutely gorgeous to Rebecca but left her flabbergasted as to how she knew her, until she saw the woman’s curly dark blonde hair that curved around her shoulders.

“Mandy?!?!?!” She called back as she simultaneously rushed towards her, “You’re a Grownup too?”

The blonde woman stood up to greet her, “33 years old as the Authority tells me. I like going by Amanda now if you don’t mind.”

Rebecca smiled and returned the favor, “Rebecca, 32 years old. I guess I’m younger than you now….it’s great seeing you again Amanda after….you know.”

Amanda Axwell waved her uncertainty away with a single motion of her hand, “Oh please Rebecca, don’t let our childish preteen politics get you down. We’re Grownups now, I should be the one to actually apologize to you.”

“Amanda there’s-” Rebecca tried to interrupt.

“I think I’m a lesbian too Rebecca. I was in doubt back then when you told me how pretty I was to you and you know how my mom is and all,” she moved her hands about to show her frustration, “I was just scared and in denial, and I just said what was on my mind. I’m sorry Rebecca, you were like my sister when we were really little.”

“I’m just happy you don’t hate me Amanda, and you’re right. We’re like sisters so maybe we should just-“Rebecca said before being cut off again.

“Oh forget the sisterly love nonsense!” Amanda told her, “Let’s go to a bar sometime and get drunk off martinis like my mom used to!”

Rebecca audibly laughed in delight, everything that was transpiring right now was such a wonderful relief after her previous encounter. Out of all the new things in this new world of adults she had been summoned into, she had yet to really consider her sexuality.

Of course she was gay (if not bordering on bisexuality). It was something that just clicked with her in this moment but she knew it had been there all along. Just watching Amanda’s ecstatic motions and hearing her matured feminine voice made her pussy wet with excitement.

“I hope Melissa is ok, I tried to stop her from entering the school when it all happened and I think saw her transform in all the chaos.”

Amanda nodded her head motherly, “Melly is just my baby girl now. She’s all of 3 years old.”

“Oh dear, how is she handling the transition?” Rebecca asked worryingly

“Not well,” Amanda admitted, “she was an absolute nightmare for the first few days. She was just constantly crying about wanting to be all grown-up again, and she refused to eat or drink until I nearly forced a sippy cup down her.”

“Poor Melissa, the poor woman doesn’t deserve that.” She lamented.

“I’m terrified that her whole mind is going to be wiped away by Facilitation. I don’t want to lose my mom that way, but I think I made some progress last night.” Amanda said.

“How so?” she asked.

“I took a bath with her so I could wash her more easily and….she just started playing with my breasts.” Amanda said matter-of-factly, “I was little freaked out at first dealing with a toddler grabbing at my boobs and all. But then she started to suckle on them and it was just the most incredible experience Rebecca. It absolutely changed me. Having the woman that you grew inside of held so comfortably in your lovely arms, having her kiss and suckle on your firm nipples was just the most wonderful act of submission a daughter could receive from her mother. I think we formed a new relationship that day, because she’s been a very well behaved baby ever since. She happily ate the food I gave her today and she laughed and giggled when I kissed and tickled her.”

“I haven’t done anything quite like that with my little boy Bobby,” Rebecca informed her, “but I gave him a sloppy raspberry he quite enjoyed earlier.”

“Oh yes! We will just have to reintroduce them to each other as Growndowns! I can’t wait!” Amanda exclaimed.

Before Rebecca could say anymore a black hair woman loudly marched onto the stage backed by Jonathan and the man known as Seth, she called out to the adults to sit down. The vibrant woman was younger than both Rebecca and Amanda but not by much. The woman acted with a nonchalant professionalism in spite of the outlandish dress suit she wore.

“Thank you everyone for coming here this evening. My name is Sarah Longview and I am an Overseer for the New Springs Authority. Before we begin with the main point of this PTA meeting, I would like to fully review with all of you the events that occurred here at Edwardson Elementary School.”

Rebecca closed in on Amanda’s ear and whispered, “That Scott’s mom. She used to be his teenage daughter.”

“Interesting.” Amanda whispered back.

Sarah continued unaware or uncaring of the gossipers, “At 11:54 A.M. a scheduled fire drill planned several weeks in advance by the administration here unexpectedly triggered the fire sprinkler system to come on. Students, teachers, and other staff alike were covered by water. As a result of that day being the fall equinox, everyone in the school was transformed as part of The Change of the Seasons.

Looking around, Rebecca could tell that the parents were becoming increasingly upset with the Overseer. She spoke with a tone of bluntness that was neither interested about the worries of these parents nor reassuring them about the brewing atmosphere. Rebecca wasn’t sure herself of what she though about the fellow Grownup despite recognizing her obvious sexual appeal.

“As you most likely know, the faculty and staff of this school have been largely regressed into children, Growndowns as we call them, and have been effectively rendered obsolete in their roles as the teachers and administrators managing your children’s careers here as elementary schoolers. Besides just shutting the school down these last few days, I suspect the most alarming news to you all as parents are the age transformations of the vast majority of students, who have either been regressed back to an earlier grade level or have progressed several grades ahead. Now-“

The Overseer was interrupted by a young angry mother with curly red hair that Rebecca eventually recognized as Connor and Cody’s mom, Clarissa Rainer. She looked younger than even the Overseer and was visibly upset.

“My son Cody has aged so much he’s now older than his own big brother in middle school! How can you fix him?!?!” She screamed to the agreement of most of the parents.

“There is no real way to fix your son ma’am.” Sarah informed her, “He is already fixed by New Springs’ logic. As for the topic of students who are now too old…or too young, to attend this school we are officially informing you as parents to enroll your child in the appropriate school as befitting their new age once Facilitation has taken effect. Morrison Middle School and Harrison High School, as well as the New Springs Preschool are expecting these enrollments once your child is ready to return to school.”

Overseer Longview’s statements did little to calm the mood of the parents, it rather further enraged them. Though they still held themselves in check.

“Now as you can imagine we have been organizing the students into grades based on their new age groups, luckily this task has been completed and your children can once again attend this school by the beginning of next week.” Sarah said.

“How can you restart the school so quickly when we have no teachers?!?!?!” Deborah chanted from the back of the gym.

“Yes about that,” Sarah explained, “In the place of the previous faculty and staff, New Springs has blessed us by providing precisely the minimum amount of Grownups needed to keep this school running.”

“WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!” Rebecca and Amanda screamed along with the entirety of the parents.

Sarah looked directly at Rebecca, almost bemused at how she and Amanda had reacted in concert with the parents.

“Yes they’re all capable adults. They should fill in the role of teaching and mentoring your children quite nicely I believe, eventually, they’ll surpass their predecessors in every way.” Sarah paused, “No offense intended to the spouses and families of those previous teachers and administers.”

“I am so sick of this crazy bullshit!” Helena hollered. “Everyone here who uses the library knows you Sarah Longview! You are 15 years old!!!”

Sarah was not pleased, “Yes, technically speaking I am 15 years old and I hold a position in this town that far outweighs that vast majority of the jobs you all maintain. If that gives your aging bodies any comfort than there you go.”

Just as Rebecca thought the parents had been quieted, a single man rose up to make his voice known.

“My wife Elizabeth was a 5th grade teacher here. She absolutely loved teaching here for most of her adult life and now she’s back at our house crying her eyes out as an 8 year old girl. How can you honestly just expect me to inform her that she’s just been replaced by some Grownup kid? It will destroy her.” He said.

The man’s words were compassionate but held a respect in them which seemed to deeply affect the Overseer, “Yes I can imagine that will be a very delicate matter for you. You should be truthful to her, there’s no sense in giving her any false hope that she’ll be a teacher at this school again anytime soon. If she truly enjoyed teaching by all means you should encourage her to reenter that career field as she grows up under your tender care.”

Mrs. Baxter is 8 year old now. Rebecca told herself, she must be absolutely adorable.

Her former teacher’s disheartened husband did sadden her however, it made her seriously reconsider how weirdly proud she was at herself for being a Grownup.

“So there’s no way to really sugarcoat this for her is what you’re trying to say.” Mr. Baxter said.

“She will adapt to being a 3rd grader again just as you will adapt to being her father. instead of her husband I know that hurts to hear coming from me. But once Facilitation kicks in it will change her perspective on her regression as well her relationship with you. In the meantime, and this goes to all of you raising the former teachers here as Growndowns now. I would suggest exciting their new childlike imaginations, I imagine many of them wondered what it would be like to be a student again while they taught here. Ask them to explore that idea, and I think most of them will come to truly enjoy their time back here as children.”

While her words soothed Mr. Baxter, it did little for the already overwhelmed and angered parents.

“So my daughter could very well be going back to school with a Growndown in his class?” Deborah asked, prompting similar but louder questions from other parents.

“These Growndowns are just adults in the bodies of children!!!!!” Helena yelled over them all, “I won’t have my little girl perverted by these freaks.”

Overseer Longview stood stone-faced against the accusations. Rebecca had no idea if she was about to explode in anger or cry in despair.

Jonathan made any anticipation of her response meaningless, “My kids are not freaks!” He bellowed to the distraught parents. “They’re kids just like any other kid today, just like how you guys were kids in years past. There’s no real difference between a Growndown and a child!”

“That’s enough Enforcer.” Overseer Longview said to her subordinate with some amount of gratitude in her voice. “Your concerns are duly noted. We have pushed your buttons enough through this mess to warrant compensating you in this one aspect. So, there are exactly 48 Growndowns that need to be distributed into classes. Rather than place them among your children we can roughly split them into two groups of 24 students: Kindergarten through 2nd grade and 3rd grade through 5th grade. It would be a transitional class for them until the effects of Facilitation are completed. Does that sound good to all of you?”

Without warning, Amanda stood up before everyone. The Overseer turned her attention directly towards her.

“Ms. Longview, I’m a Grownup and I want to volunteer to teach one of those transitional classes.” Amanda announced.

“Commendable, truly.” She replied. “It will be a difficult class to control for you. A wide range of children of differing ages that all used to be adults. Can you handle that?”

“Yes I think so ma’am.” Amanda responded, “I would like to request to K-2 class if that is possible. I think I’m going to be good with younger children.”

“Very well, we can give you the position.” Sarah told her.

Rebecca was a bit aghast at Amanda’s move, but frankly not all too terribly surprised. The blonde girl turned woman had always wanted to be a teacher and this was her just fulfilling that childhood dream. Rebecca on the other hand felt that she was being coerced into this role. She never wanted to be a teacher. Not once in all her 11 years of life in this strange valley. But something moved her legs upward. Perhaps she simply wanted to impress her new girlfriend, perhaps she thought of the extra money they’d likely give her, but when she finally stood up from her chair she knew the true reason of why she was doing this.

“Overseer, I’m also a Grownup and I too would like to volunteer to teach the 3-5 transitional class.”

Sarah happily nodded her head, probably just thankful that her problem had basically been solved the moment after it started. “What makes you so eager to jump in with those kids, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Rebecca immediately answered, “If I had to be completely honest, I’m hoping to see some familiar faces.”

As Rebecca finished speaking those words she felt her lips widen into a clever grin, one that was equally shared by the black hair woman on stage. Rebecca Brownwood finally decided on what she thought of Sarah Longview.

She liked her.

Teacher’s Pet will continue in: Life’s a Dream[/size]

 

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