The Change of the Seasons: Teacher's Pet

Chapter 7
Awkward Reunions and Role-Reversals and Icebreakers, Oh My!

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Chapter Description: Lizzy and Rebecca begin to acclimate to their reversed roles at Edwardson Elementary School.

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[size=2]Lizzy Baxter sat in the backseat of the car that she use to drive to work with in her old life. The brown hair 8 year old girl was joined in the backseat by her big sister Emily while her big brother Eric rode up front with their daddy.

The anticipation of the inevitable was knowing to the woman turned child. The only thing that distracted her from this was the mushy remains of chocolatey cereal she ate earlier for breakfast, still entrenched into the corners of her mouth from a rushed experience of brushing her teeth.

Sliding her tongue across her new set of baby teeth, Lizzy couldn’t help but marvel as one tooth slightly buckled under the pressure of her tongue.

Maybe daddy can help me pull that out later. She told herself before shuddering at how painful the experience would likely be. Never mind.

Lizzy was dressed in purple overalls for her return to her former workplace as a schoolgirl. The childish straps that secured the simple white blouse underneath reminded little Lizzy of the bras she once wore as a woman. The memory of it was still within her but the tight fit of the overalls’ straps felt alien to her. A feeling that reminded the woman turned girl that she was still some years away from even wearing a training bra.

The car turned into Edwardson Elementary School’s drop-off in front of the school’s main entrance. Lizzy unbuckled her seatbelt as she braced herself for the approaching moment.

“Don’t worry cupcake,” her daddy assured her.

“Just go with the flow.” Eric backed his dad.

“Just be a kid Lizzy.” Emily told her.

Lizzy blushed at her family’s advice. She was just a little girl now, but the motherly remnants in her beamed with a strange submissive pride at how her family was looking out for her, soothed slightly of the loss of her role as their mom.

She opened the car door, stepped out and finally turned back to shut it, “Love you! Bye!” she told them with a high pitch.

As she walked towards the front entrance Lizzy had to admit to herself at how childish she felt in this moment. She walked along this route as a teacher many times before, but those memories were gradually becoming like daydreams to her. Childish fantasies of what being a woman standing above children would feel like. Memories of her first childhood felt much more present in fact, the feelings and sensations of just being another kid among a horde of children flooded her regressed mind. Some kids were bigger than her now, some were smaller, and some were just about her size.

How was she supposed to interact with them? She had studied the culture of children as a young woman at PRU and had been surrounded by the latest talk, likes, and fashion of preadolescent girls for decades now. But nothing came to her, save for the fact that kids never really talked about being kids. Which was weird to Lizzy since nearly everyone in the school had gotten older or younger too, shouldn’t they also be feeling weird?

Inside the school’s circular entrance hall, a large maple tree stood straight up towards the sunroof that shined down on it. Upon its firm branches were signs that directed visitors towards their destinations. The children started to diverge from each other by the maple tree. With Kindergartners and 1st graders traveling down one hallway, the 2nd and 3rd graders breaking off down another hallway, and the 4th and 5th graders roamed down yet another.

Lizzy followed the older kids towards their section of the school. As she walked further away from the little kids she began to fully understand her own youth. The handful of years separating them from her felt insurmountable to the 8 year old girl. She fought back tears as the images of being bullied filled her with fear. She was walking the same way she had as an adult, she knew the way.

Lizzy nervously turned a corner to the 5th grade hallway and slowly walked down it. She saw her old classroom.

Standing in front of her old 5th grade classroom was a tall, beautiful woman with dark auburn hair that cascaded down past the shoulders. She wore a revealing green blouse that showed off the size of her large boobies and wore a white skirt of knee length decorated with large red apples. Lizzy’s young green eyes met the woman’s mature, dark blue eyes.

Lizzy knew this woman, completely and utterly, the memory of the curvy woman she was melted away at the sight of the younger woman that had replaced her as a teacher.

“My-oh my, Mrs. Baxter. You make the cutest little girl.” Her former student Becky teased.

“It’s Lizzy.” She stubbornly informed her new teacher.

“And you can call me Ms. Brownwood.” The woman replied. “No more Becky this or Becky that for you little lady.”

“I know…..Ms. Brownwood.” Lizzy bashfully said.

“Let’s try and get pass this awkwardness Lizzy.” Ms. Brownwood knelt down slightly to match her height, “How about you give me a big hug and we’ll call it even. Ok?”

Lizzy didn’t appreciate Ms. Brownwood’s tone of voice. Though her adult knowledge was slowly seeping out of her, she knew very well that her former student was speaking down to her. It was a playful tone that a preteen would find demeaning, though of course, Lizzy Baxter was no preteen girl and nevertheless found herself smiling at her former student’s enchanting words.

Lizzy, not wanting to get off to a bad start went to hug the woman that now controlled her school life. She wrapped her hands around Ms. Brownwood as the young woman pressed her bulging boobies against Lizzy’s flat chest. She found a bizarre comfort in her teacher’s nipples tickling her through her overalls and cooed as the young woman gently rubbed her back.

Ms. Brownwood shared the same curvy hips and large butt that Lizzy had when she was a grown-up, albeit in heathier proportions for a younger woman. The teacher turned student couldn’t figure out what was so relaxing about being held by the student turned teacher until it became so obvious as to make her feel silly.

This was the first grown woman she had physical contact with since her regression into an immature girl. It was a naturally tantalizing thought for the child to worship the womanly features she had only recently possessed. Lizzy lost herself in the woman’s embrace.

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“Good girl.” Ms. Brownwood climatically praised her. “Let’s get inside. Morning announcements are about to start and then you can introduce yourself to all your new classmates!’

As she took Lizzy’s hand to lead her inside, it became clear to Rebecca that her former teacher had dreaded this confrontation as she gently squeezed hand of the young girl. She didn’t know if Lizzy wanted to confront her about taking over her place in life just as Rebecca didn’t know if she wanted to confront Elizabeth now that she was a child.

Can this girl be blamed for the faults she made as a woman? She asked herself.

It didn’t seem very fair to Rebecca so she kept her feelings back for now. Instead she once again admired the role reversal she found herself benefiting from. The classroom was a great deal smaller than she had remembered it. This hadn’t surprised Rebecca at all but she could tell it was a daunting realization to Lizzy.

Rebecca had taken some liberty with the classroom as well, now that it was hers after all. The teacher’s desk was now placed in a corner by a window which freed up a great deal more room for the tables. Her eventual plan was to arrange the students’ tables in an irregular manner to promote a more fun, free-form atmosphere for the kids. At the moment however, those tables were pushed against walls to free up even more space in the center.

Lizzy was of the last of her students to arrive and the morning bell rang mere moments after they entered the classroom together. Rebecca’s class was somewhat smaller than she had anticipated. Rather than the two dozen she had assumed she would teach, she had twenty-two children under her care. The vast majority were unsurprisingly girls, given that most of them had been schoolteachers until their regressions into schoolgirls, with only a handful of boys to spice up their ranks.

Unfortunately for the boys, James and Scott were not present in her class anymore. In the aftermath of the PTA meeting, Overseer Longview had quickly wrote up a test confirming the effects of Facilitation on Growndowns and then immediately tested her two children along with Rebecca’s former classmate. Her two old recess playmates were now among the regular kids as “normal” children.

The task before Rebecca was simple in concept, teach a whole bunch of former adults to be children again, but she wasn’t sure how to go about doing that without insulting the Growndowns.

She recognized most of the adults in the faces of the cuter people they have regressed into, but she only truly knew the personalities of the ones that had once taught her. Before the morning announcements began she was going to help Lizzy in this regard.

Among the children that were standing around was a little Korean girl that Rebecca was dying for Lizzy to meet again.

“Kimmy.” Rebecca said. “I would like for you to meet Lizzy Baxter. She’s about your age I believe.”

The 8 year old wore an adorable pink t-shirt with a pair of jeans. Any signs that Kimmy had once been in her 20’s was forever lost in the baby cheeks she now possessed. Her jet black hair was now up to just above her shoulders and kept in place by a matching pink hairband. When she saw Lizzy she lit up like a beacon and ran to greet her former mentor.

“Lizzy! It’s you!! You’re 8 too! I love your hair!” Kimmy greeted in a barrage of words.

“Yeah.” Lizzy told her former protégé. “It’s nice that we’re the same age now.”

“You betcha!” Kimmy responded. “Come on let me introduce you to the other teachers!”

Lizzy and Kimmy scurried off towards their new girlhood friendship. It was rather sweet for Rebecca to watch her former 4th and 5th grade teachers reunited as school children.

Soon after the morning announcements came on and Rebecca heard the voice of someone she had not seen since her transformation into a woman.

“Good morning everyone!” The woman’s voice crackled through the overhead speakers. “I am Principal Armstead. Some of you might have better known me when I went by Nancy in Ms. Marshall’s class. Back then I was all of 10 years old but I can assure you I’m a quite bit older now.”

God Nancy, you do sound old. Rebecca lamented to herself as she listened. Why haven’t you gotten in touch with me?

She figured that age was probably the reason why. Although Lizzy and Kimmy had been good friends as adults even if the former was nearly double the latter’s age.

Rebecca was all of 32 years old while her best friend was supposedly well into her 40’s now. The prospect of aging from a preteen girl into a middle age woman terrified Rebecca, she couldn’t imagine what Nancy was going through right now. And yet the older woman sounded comfortable, even confident as she spoke to the school.

“I know all of us are still struggling to deal with our new lives. All of us were changed in some way. Some of you are younger than you were last week while others are much older. Your classmates, your friends, and your teachers are all different too. It’s a rough situation to deal with. Which is why I ask you all to exercise patience. Think about it this way: you have new classmates and teachers that you can get to know all over again! Some of your friends may even be teachers working here now! You should all know that old teachers and faculty are also attending our lovely school! Should you see them be sure to make them feel warmly welcomed! Have a good day everyone!”

And with that Principal Armstead ended the morning announcements and Rebecca was left with the attention of her class of regressed adults. Some of them were gloomily as could be while others held timid smiles across their young faces. Rebecca cut straight to the chase.

“Well hello everyone!” she greeted her students. “As you know I’m your teacher Ms. Brownwood and you all can think of me as a temporary teacher of sorts. My goal with you guys is to help you get acclimated to the daily shuffle of being an elementary student again. Now the first order of business is I want us to form a circle around me.”

Her students obeyed and she did her best to usher them on, “Sit down Indian-style guys! I know it’s been awhile since you’ve done it but it should come back to you!”

A clique of older preteen girls giggled at the comment and the handful of boys grouped together but nonetheless all the kids did as she instructed.

Adults make such obedient children. Rebecca amused herself as she went to grab a portable whiteboard and a dry-erase marker.

She returned to the center of the circle and sat on her knees, presenting her womanly form to the preadolescent girls and boys. They gazed at her like she was a goddess before them, Rebecca could only imagine that the boys were crushing on her right now.

“Now I have breaking, urgent news to you all.” Rebecca paused for dramatic effect. “You’re all young again!”

Rebecca laughed out loud which inspired a few brief childish giggles from her students. Namely the boys that had fallen for her womanly charms.

“Now I‘m kidding of course, but I think my dumb joke helps my point here. You guys aren’t working for this school anymore, you’re attending it as youthful, energetic kids. Unlike Ms. Axwell’s class on the other side of the school, you’re all big kids but nonetheless, you are all undeniably children now.” She teased.

The kids listened and though they seemed defensive, Rebecca thought she got through to them.

“Now I don’t want to upset you guys, in fact I’m trying to do the opposite here. You guys are just kids in elementary school now. You guys can forget about all those boring adult expectations and responsibilities that were holding you down before. Let loose! Be juvenile, be immature, and be silly! I want this class to be a really fun experience for you guys. So you’re all in the same boat which means no one is judging if you start acting like the kids you’ve been changed into.” She said before adding, “Except me of course, I’ll be judging you as your teacher.”

This drew a large laugh from the former adults. Probably still reminiscent about their past lives as teachers.

“So I want to do an icebreaker here. Partly to get you guys to think about what I’ve just said, but mostly so I can put names to faces.” She told them frankly. “This is how it will go. We’ll go clockwise around this little circle you’ve formed around me and all you have to do is introduce yourself to me and tell one thing that you think is cool about being in elementary school again.”

The kids nodded their heads content to play along.

“Alright,” Rebecca said as she gazed for her first victim “How about we start with some kids that I personally already know a bit about. Lizzy can you go first for me dear?”

The look of shock that hit little Lizzy amused Rebecca. It was clear to her that the former woman was going to make a very adorable little girl.

“Well…hey guys…I’m Elizabeth Baxter…..as you maybe know and I ummm was Ms. Brownwood’s 5th grade teacher last week.” the young girl told the class, “but I’m 8 years old now.”

Lizzy looked like she was ready to go into a socially induced coma, but Rebecca did her best to keep her talking. “So Lizzy, can you tell me one positive thing about being in elementary school again?”

Lizzy looked ready to die from embarrassment right there. But she managed to squeak out an answer, “We get to live longer?”

“That’s so obvious!” A young boy yelled. “It doesn’t count!”

Rebecca recognized the kid as a 4th grade teacher that was next door to Ms. Yong’s class. She remembered that he was well known for being very laid back with his kids and he seemed to be taking her lesson to heart.

“No, no young man it definitely counts.” She playfully lectured as she wrote Lizzy’s answer on her small whiteboard. “Recognizing your newfound youth is a major part of this class.”

Before she could even call upon her, Kimmy spoke up to defend her friend.

“I’m Kimmy Yong!” the girl heroically announced. “I’m also 8 years old and the coolest thing about being in elementary school again is not having to date yucky boys like you!”

The female dominated class cheered at Kimmy’s words, overwhelming the boys with girl power. Rebecca laughed alongside the girls and gave a playful wink to little 4th grader. Signaling to the boys that she still liked them.

She found little Kimmy’s defiance of boys immensely amusing, given how crazy she had obviously been for sex when she was still in her 20’s.

Maybe that’s just it though, she thought to herself. Kimmy isn’t concerned with the infatuations of womanhood anymore, she’s seeing her return to childhood as a vacation from her hopeless sex life. Sweet girl

Playing towards their gender clearly had an effect on the regressed adults though. The girls were much chattier now, the slight division in their ages were breaking down. The older preteen girls were now openly talking with the younger girls they had previously ignored and the few boys were now getting rowdy themselves.

They were having fun.

“Ok kids! Let’s keep this going now.” Rebecca turned her attention to the girl next to Kimmy.

She was gawky and taller than Lizzy and Kimmy but still looked about their age. She wore a cute little blouse and skirt and her shoulder length, dull brown hair gave Rebecca the impression that she was introspective but not necessarily shy. The little girl had been smiling widely at the debauchery around her but was looking for her chance to join in.

The girl took her queue and spoke with a sweetly polite tone, “My name is Grace Marshall, although I go by Gracie now, I was also a 5th grade teacher like Lizzy was. I’m still adjusting with being 8 years old again and having to go through all of school a second time. I do think it’s pretty cool that I get to spend more time with my mommy.”

Rebecca found the girl’s humble nature quite adorable. She didn’t really plan on talking about family with the kids today, but she decided to pry a bit more. “Gracie, would you mind speaking more about that?”

Gracie warmly replied, “I was 54 years old before I became a kid again, so my mommy was very old. I remember being very worried if I should put her in the nursing home or not. So I was really scared when we all turned into kids because I didn’t know if I could take care of her anymore. But the same water that turned me into a little girl made her younger!”

Though she was a bit wordy, little Gracie was undeniably well-spoken for her new age. Rebecca thought it was pretty wonderful that Gracie had been so worried for her own mother over herself and seemed so willingly to be her young daughter again.

“That’s so sweet Gracie.” Rebecca rightfully commended her. “I bet your mommy really appreciates how much you’ve cared for her in her old age.”

Gracie smiled knowingly, “Yes and she’s really happy I’m her little princess again. She buys me dollies and reads to me before my bedtime. I’m starting to feel like I was never a grown-up at all!”

Rebecca’s heart melted at little Gracie’s words. It was very clear that Gracie was well on her way into Facilitation and that the former middle age woman was genuinely pleased with her new role in life as an 8 year old girl.

Rebecca continued on with the exercise and moved on to some of the other kids in her class. They were, 8 year olds, 9 year olds, 10 year olds, and a few were even 11 years old already; or soon would be as the former Vice-Principal of the school insisted on informing her.

To Rebecca’s surprise a surprising amount of her kids were not teachers connected to their current grade levels. Some were for sure, like one cutie-pie of a curly hair girl that was so obsessed with teaching 5th graders that she was very clearly transformed into the very caricature of one.

On the other hand there was an adorably chubby girl with long, bushy hair that told Rebecca that she was in fact a 1st grade teacher here as a grown woman, but believed that she was now 9 years old again because that was when she first realized she wanted to be a teacher.

But not everyone had managed to convince themselves of why they turned into children again.

Her former gym teacher, now a little jock of 10 years old was still grappling with the fact that he was now his ex-wife’s preteen son. While the kid seemed fairly well adjusted to his new age, it seemed like his new mother had yet to accept him as her son. Rebecca could only imagine the bitter details behind their divorce, but she did feel for the young boy who shouldn’t share the resentment for the failed marriage he was in as a grown man. She decided that she would send a strongly worded teacher’s note back home with him.

Her former guidance counselor, now a preppy 9 year old, was absolutely annoying in complaining about how much better being a grown-up woman was to being a child. Rebecca still felt sorry for the girl though, since it was clear that she was had enough knowledge in child psychology to realize precisely what was happening to her, bit by bit, in her Facilitation into a 4th grader. Hopefully she accept her situation soon.

And then of course there was the Vice-Principal who didn’t seem to have any self-awareness of her situation at all. She remembered the short hair 10 year old was pretty snappy when she was in charge and was in retrospect quite the bitch. Now she made the perfect little brat and already led the clique of preteens around her.

She reminded Rebecca a great deal of Amanda when she was a preteen like the Vice-Principal was now. Her mannerisms, her commanding stance, and the short-tempered condescension in her tone of voice. It reminded Rebecca of how hard she had crushed over pretty little Mandy as a preteen herself.

It made Rebecca question what made her soon-to-be-official girlfriend so special compared to this bratty preteen she barely tolerated. Was it just a matter of age between them? She could see the appeal of being berated by the Vice-Principal if she was still a full grown woman, but Rebecca didn’t see anything alluring about being picked on by the preadolescent girl she had become once more. Maybe she would see the girl differently if she were still a child herself.

All in all, the icebreaker was a success and the regressed adults were now openly chatting with one another outside their comfort zones.

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Sometime later, Lizzy found herself comfortably seated in the elementary school’s cafeteria. If there was one sure thing that hadn’t changed since last week, it was the atmosphere. Children of all ages packed the lunchroom, filling the space with their high pitched voices, laughs, and cries.

It was something that she had naturally grew numb to as a schoolteacher, but now little Lizzy contributed once more to the chirpy choir. It was a peculiar realization for the 8 year old girl. Since it never would have hit her until she saw Ms. Brownwood’s bewildered face as she escorted them through the lunch line. The collective, echoing noise didn’t seem so bad to Lizzy now, an opinion that regressed woman didn’t know if she should lament over or simply be thankful for.

Though the 5th grade teacher turned 3rd grade student was far more concerned with the meal before her. It was slab of cheesy pizza with sweet potato fries bundled with apple sauce and a carton of chocolate milk.

It looked disgusting.

I can’t believe I’m supposed to eat this. She cried to herself.

And yet she seemed alone in this despair. Her colleagues turned classmates were gulping it down like pigs! As a woman, she avoided the reality of school lunches by simply bringing her own lunch each day. She should of had her daddy pack a lunch for her, like Gracie’s mommy did, but her tummy roared and Lizzy could not deny it for much longer.

She raised the cheap pizza to her mouth and took an uneager bite.

Gosh this is cheesy! She reviewed. It’s not bad really.

Moving to sample the rest of her meal, Lizzy dipped a handful of sweet potato fries into a smattering of ketchup before gobbling it up.

Pretty tasty. She cheered.

Fortunately for Lizzy as she enjoyed her lunch, the irony of her situation never dawned on the young girl. The grown up Elizabeth would be deathly embarrassed to know that she would have thoroughly enjoy the lackluster school lunches as a girl that she had campaigned so hard to improve as a woman.

The introduction of sweet potato fires had been the compromise the school gave her. Something that the little girl failed to recall as she gently wiped the sugary ketchup from her mouth with a napkin.

“So did you move back in with your mom and dad?” she asked Kimmy.

“Yeah.” Kimmy answered as she slobbery chewed on a corndog nugget. “I’m the baby of my family now.”

“Me too.” Lizzy chirped.

“It’s weird Lizzy.” Kimmy said. “I was like my little brothers and sisters’ babysitter for all my life and now they have to look after me.”

Lizzy agreed, “At least your brothers and sisters were always your brothers and sisters.”

“Yeah I guess that’s true and my mom and dad are still my mom and dad.” Kimmy squeaked.

“I just wish I had a mommy like you two.” She told her classmates.

Gracie seemed sympathetic, “Well Ms. Brownwood is like your mommy here at school.”

Lizzy was infuriated, “No she isn’t!”

“Yeah she is.” Kimmy confirmed. “She’s been paying attention to you the entire morning!”

“And she was always helping you too.” Gracie added.

“She’s making fun of me because I was her teacher.” Lizzy dejectedly informed them.

“So was I!” Kimmy reminded her.

“Yeah but you two like being little again.” She told Kimmy and Gracie. “I just want to grow up again.”

“It’s not like we’ll be little forever.” Gracie said. “We’ll grow up again just like last time.”

“And isn’t it cool we’re all the same age now?” Kimmy asked and turned to Gracie “I’m older than you now!”

Gracie giggled, “Only be 6 months silly!”

Kimmy had a point. The three women had been from vastly different generations and had really only bonded over their shared love of teaching children. Now they were children themselves, 3rd grade girls with half a career in elementary school still before them. That didn’t seem so bad to Lizzy now.

Sure she was a silly 8 year old girl again, but she had two good girl friends by her side. They would retackle all the lifetime experiences together. They would play together as girls, have sleepovers as preteens, compete with each other for boys as teens, and party together as sorority chicks.

She imagined a non-existent past with these girls and to her surprise it popped into her mind as memory. Recollections appeared in her thoughts of being a preschooler with babyish pigtails. That was when she had first met Kimmy and Gracie in this new reality, not as grown women but as little girls barely older than toddlers. They shared the same kindergarten teacher of course which cemented their girlhood friendship for life. She felt these memories overlay themselves on top of memories from her first childhood. Not necessarily overriding them in replacement, but offering Lizzy an alternative perspective of her new life.

Elizabeth had been a fairly preppy girl growing up, but Lizzy could already feel her friendship with Kimmy and Gracie redefine her personality. Kimmy’s hyperactive spirit invigorated Lizzy to express herself this time around and Gracie’s complimentary nature encouraged a smart-alecky personality to form within her.

Lizzy was going to grow up into a dweeb.

“You may be older than us now Kimmy.” Lizzy teased. “But you were such a baby in preschool, crying for your mommy whenever you wanted something.”

“Not fair!” Kimmy roared.

Gracie smiled endearingly at Lizzy, “So you’re starting to remember too?”

“I think so.” Lizzy answered.

“It’s going to be cute growing up with you girls.” Gracie told them.

Little Lizzy couldn’t agree more.

Teacher’s Pet will continue in: When in Rome...[/size]

 

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