The Change of the Seasons: Teacher's Pet

Chapter 9
Silly Grownups, Tricks Aren't Just For Kids

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Chapter Description: Even as conspiracies are revealed; new ones, far more juvenile, are planned out.

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[size=2]If Lizzy Baxter was still a woman in her 40’s she would have groaned to herself about how this was only the beginning of a cold long night in New Springs. Instead, the 8 year old Growndown wistfully smiled at the prospect. Halloween was treating the regressed woman too well and the candy she was stuffing into her pillow case while walking from house to house would keep her happy for weeks on end.

“Trick or Treating is so much better as a Growndown.” She admitted to her cohort of regressed women.

“It’s the best thing about being a kid again!” Kimmy agreed as she skipped in her Halloween costume across the sidewalk.

“And we get to dress up as princesses!” Gracie interjected.

The trio had long been looking forward to this night since Facilitation had taken effect on them. Ever since Lizzy had embraced her newfound girlhood with her coworkers turned friends, life had become simpler for her.

The stresses of her old life were fully evaporated, replaced now by a childish worries and desires. She could still remember her adult life of course, but it seemed so shallow to her now. She much rather have sleepovers with Kimmy and Gracie than worry about making money and she was enjoying the man in her life much more as a daddy than as a husband.

She was even growing closer to her own children more now that she was their little sister. They were much nicer to her for one, something Lizzy appreciated but she loved far more the feeling of being looked after by them whenever daddy was away. That was a feeling few adults truly knew and Lizzy never knew she had longed for it until she had actually experienced it once more as an 8 year old.

Although if you were ask Emily and Eric their thoughts on that matter, especially tonight, the two teenagers would give you a very different answer. Their dad, Ethan, was working harder in his corporate job now that he had to put three kids through college rather than just two and now only on a single income. Even with the compensation given in place of his wife’s salary it didn’t exactly guarantee whether Lizzy would be able to re-attend Pilgrim’s Rest University again as young woman or some nearby community college.

In their regressed mother’s place Emily and Eric had to pick up the slack. While the 16 year old had shied away from most of the tasks (save for mowing the yard and occasional trash duty), the 13 year old began to revel in maintaining the household. Through the month of October, Emily was becoming skilled in baking the family dinners after school. A small miracle that the other Baxter’s deeply valued.

To Lizzy at least, Emily usually seemed to enjoy the praise she got from their daddy for how responsible was. Not tonight however.

“I can’t believe we have to do this.” Emily disdained behind Lizzy and the girls, “I thought I was done with Trick or Treating.”

Lizzy heard her big brother laugh behind her as they were walking up to the next house, “No one cares that you’re out here Emily. Relax, I’ll share some off my candy with you after tonight.”

“Why are you getting candy anyway? Some big brother you are!” Emily snapped.

Lizzy had fully drifted away from Gracie and Kimmy’s conversation at this point, partly out of curiosity but mostly from a phantom sense of motherly instinct.

“Because why not?” Eric stated and shook his suspiciously heavy pillow case in a feint of pride.

Little Lizzy heard the shackle of plastic candy inside but there was a weird clatter as well. Lizzy felt like she should have immediately recognized the sound too but she put it off. She was just a 3rd grader now after all, it wasn’t in her place to say something about it.

Instead she reminded her big sister, “You used to love to go Trick or Treating!”

Emily cringed, “Key word: used!”

All debate stopped right there however as Kimmy had gone ahead and rang the doorbell to the house before them.

“Trick or Treat!’ Lizzy shouted alongside her friends.

The experience was certainly refreshing to little Lizzy, receiving candy for nothing rather than giving it out.

Lizzy recognized most of her adult neighbors that answered the door but they seemingly could not recognize her. Granted she was a child now but it was nonetheless odd for her.

Housewives she was on a first name basis with only complimented her on her Disney princess costume, something she was definitely proud to be wearing of course, but still.

I guess I shouldn’t care about being friends with boring ladies anymore, she told herself, I have better friends now anyway.

Leaving the neighborhood of River’s Way, the group made their way up towards Edwardson Elementary School. The school was still trying out a new tradition of sorts that they called the Spook Your Socks Off Party.

As an adult Elizabeth had actually helped in orchestrating the party when Emily was still in elementary school. Advertised as an after party for kids and preteens, its main function was to gather all of New Springs’ trick-or-treaters with the promise of more candy in order to be safely picked up by their parents at the school. It also did a decent job of curbing teenage shenanigans as well, through its enslavement of them as “volunteers”.

Something Emily was defiantly conscripted into by her middle school unlike Eric who was simply along for the ride to keep an eye on Lizzy and Emily. Both points were the source of her sour mood tonight.

Once they were actually outside the elementary school, Emily put on a false face of enthusiasm and began smiling at children and teachers alike as she ran off to report for duty.

Eric too suddenly spotted his best friend Dylan by the playground and ran off to hang with him shouting to his little sister, “Don’t leave the party!”

With both of siblings gone out of nowhere, Lizzy wasn’t sure what to do with her friends until she saw Kimmy staring off into the distance. The girl’s little cherubic face held something that Lizzy finally recognized as a longing.

“Hey guys!” James Medlock shouted while approaching them in an Avengers Hawkeye costume.

“Hey….James.” Kimmy said with butterflies exploding in her tummy.

Lizzy put two and two together. A mischievous smile almost appeared on little Lizzy’s lips until she saw the older girl that stood hand in hand with James.

The 12 year old Sammy Longview that playfully smiled in her Avengers Black Widow costume looked like the little girl from Elizabeth’s old memories, save for costume’s shoulder length red wig. And yet there was a distinct difference in Sammy’s aura from the last time Elizabeth had met the rising college freshman last summer.

The 6th grade Growndown looked far more comfortable as a preteen than Lizzy had ever seen her before, more than that, there was a striking confidence in her demeanor.

“Well look at this. Everyone I know is turning into a kid these days.” Sammy playfully sang. “Aren’t we all so adorable now?”

“Just the cutest…” James said with a deep sarcasm, clearly this wasn’t the first time the 10 year old boy had been involved in such a discussion.

Kimmy found some courage to speak up, “I’m definitely the cutest girl here.”

Gracie showed off her long princess gown, “Actually I am.”

Lizzy smiled at their playfulness but she instead kept her attention on her former students, “I’m sorry I wasn’t a good teacher to you guys. I like being a kid again but…..I feel like I’ve failed you guys.”

The seriousness in which Lizzy spoke starkly contrasted the mood of the Growndowns. The girls quieted but James jumped in with boyish bravado.

“I didn’t think you were a bad teacher Lizzy.” He said reassuringly “But I guess I didn’t have you for very long.”

“Thank you James you’re the best.” Lizzy said sweetly but honed in on Sammy, “But I gave you bad advice Sammy over the summer. Maybe if I wasn’t so focused on my own life we both could still be grown up right now.”

Sammy laughed, “It was the best advice Lizzy. When Sarah….my mom….hounded me on accepting that I didn’t want to grow up, it really hurt me and I tried to prove her wrong. But thinking about it now, it was really your words that inspired me to accept that I wasn’t ready to be an adult.”

Lizzy smiled. She never thought of it that way before. Despite what Ms. Brownwood has always said she had always thought her regression into a 3rd grader was a failure of some sort. Could this second childhood be some great reward for her? Maybe, she still remembered all the times Elizabeth wistfully looked upon old grade school of herself from her first childhood.

But there was still something missing. She thought of Ms. Brownwood, how small and protected she felt in her child’s chair in her teacher’s classroom.. How smart and appreciated she felt in how Ms. Brownwood spoke to her. Did she make her students feel that way when she was a teacher?

James and Sammy said so, and they were the big kids in her life now. It was her turn to take advice from them.

“Being an adult is pretty boring anyway Sammy.” Lizzy confirmed. “Let’s go be kids.”

Though they still thought themselves different from the children around them as they entered the loud gymnasium; the truth of the matter was that any onlooker, of any age, wouldn’t have been able to tell them apart from the other kids.

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“Do I have to work the punch stand?” Emily said while swaggering her hips contentiously?

“I’m sorry dear it’s that or being a ghost in the Haunted Hallway.” Rebecca said.

“Fair enough Ms. Brownwood.” Emily said and went to her assigned spot, “I guess there are teens around my age around here anyway.”

Rebecca couldn’t help be fascinated by the 8th grader’s arrogant attitude. It hadn’t been that long since she was a silly little girl at this elementary school herself just as she had been.

Thank God I skipped adolescence. Rebecca thought.

The desk Rebecca sat in on the stage connected to the gym gave her a commanding view of the party. Children of all ages played about and for the first time in quite a while she felt a bit nostalgic. She spotted her students all about the party enjoying themselves in various ways.

Facilitation was nearing the end of its work with them. It had taken some work on her part but Rebecca knew it was inevitable.

The gentle, but powerful current of New Springs had swept away all the knowledge, experience, and maturity that had made her regressed students adults in their previous lives; the only thing left in its wake was the continuity of memory.

Most of the Growndowns, as they had done all their lives, simply went with the pull of New Springs and floated into their new lives as children; gradually forgetting about their adult concerns and duties.

Others fought the current with all their willpower and were eventually overwhelmed by the mental regression all at once; transitioning from shrunken adults to immature children in a sudden instant.

And then there were those that were happy with the change and swam in eager concert with New Springs, seeing some advantage in its pulls or some opportunity downriver.

Gracie Marshall and Kimmy Yong were firmly entrenched in the last category. The aging 5th grade teacher gladly forfeited her adult responsibilities in order to be reunited with her rejuvenated mother. While her 4th grade teacher was more than willing to give up her sexuality to be an innocent, carefree girl again.

Lizzy Baxter however, her former teacher turn student was an exception.

Rebecca was worried Lizzy would find herself in the second category, refusing to submit to her former student until Facilitation dramatically rewrote her. Instead, by the end of her first day back in school, Lizzy the bubbly 3rd grade girl had emerged from Elizabeth the tired 5th grade teacher.

Little Lizzy was a dewb and a smart-aleck to boot. Combined this with her consistent desire to show off to the older kids and Lizzy Baxter was undeniably the teacher’s pet.

Her pet.

Even when she went by Becky, she always knew that Elizabeth was a façade of a woman with a silly little girl underneath. She was a child-at-heart who just needed some time, coaxing, and encouragement to swim in sync with her newfound girlhood.

And yet despite all of that there was something still in Lizzy that eluded Facilitation. Like there was something the regressed woman was waiting for before she willingly embraced her new childhood.

It was a mystery that Rebecca hoped would be solved tonight.

She spotted her son Bobby joyfully running around with a cute little girl that she remembered was Scott’s little sister Stacy. Her eyes scanned upward and see saw a dark hair woman looking fondly upon the two as well.

Sarah Longview.

Her presence wasn’t odd in itself, there were other moms about working as volunteers like Deborah and Helena, but Sarah looked like she was studying the structure of the gym itself rather than looking after the children in it. Just as the two Grownup girls made eye contact however, Sarah exited the gym. Going towards the principal’s office.

Rebecca decided then that she should see what was up. She walked towards Amanda on the other side of the auditorium and kissed her and Melly goodbye.

“Where are you going baby?” Her lover asked her.

“Curious about something, can you take care of things here?” She asked in return.

“Of course.” Amanda assured her.

Exiting the vicinity of the party she found herself in a dark hallway with only one light at the end of the tunnel. Conspicuously emitting from the principal’s office.

She began a nerved march with some assumption of who she was going to find inside, but the uncertainty of what was to come bothered her anyway.

Quietly entering the office she saw the woman that had once been her best friend in the entire world. Nancy Armstead sat at her desk with a gentle smirk on her face, as to say to Rebecca: What took you so long.

And yet there was a reassuring look to the older woman. And she was definitely older, entering her 40’s if Rebecca had to guess. She felt remorse at being so much younger than her and yet Nancy had another kind of beauty in that age that was beyond Rebecca in her 32 years.

Wanting to kill the awkward silence Rebecca finally uttered her thoughts, “Why didn’t you ever contact me Nancy?”

Nancy laughed, “I thought about it, I really did. But I wasn’t even sure if we’d still be friends really. If I had to be honest. Better to allow you to make the first move, knowing how aggressive you were Becky.”

“Rebecca.” She corrected Nancy.

“See?” Nancy pointed out. “The Becky I spent my childhood with would never have discarded her nickname in a million years.”

“I’m a different person now Nancy, there’s nothing radical about it.” She replied.

“Exactly” Nancy countered. “We’re completely different in age from each other. I just can’t really see us having anything other than a close professional relationship with each other. I’m too old to care about the sex crazed life of young women like you and Amanda. I have too much responsibility to indulge in that.”

Rebecca felt embarrassment crept through her body, “I guess word gets around.”

“I’m not surprised you’re with her dear. You two were cute together back in the day.” Nancy said. “I’m glad everything is going so well for you Rebecca. Bobby seems to have adjusted well under your watch.”

“He’s amazing.” Rebecca said “He really enjoys being my little boy.”

“We should set up a playdate between our boys sometime.” Nancy said.

“Yeah that would be great Nancy. How’s the Armstead family reacting to the new and mature you?” Rebecca earnestly asked.

“Fulfilling. You can say I’m the matriarch of Armstead household just as I’m one here.” Nancy suggested.

“The Change of the Seasons?” Rebecca probed.

Nancy shook her head. “No me and my mom tried running the house together as equals….but it got a tad complicated. We argued for a while until we agreed to let me handle the reins of the family for a spell. She’s going to back in college in the spring, majoring in pre-law. She’s my go to babysitter for the moment though for my sons.”

“How did you do it?” Rebecca asked incredulously.

“How else but through the good will of New Springs?” a commanding woman’s voice entered the main office from the backroom. Sarah wasn’t even looking at the two Grownup girls, but rather a blueprint of what looked like the shape of the elementary school.”

“But Nancy just said-” Rebecca tried to say.

“Ambrosia.” Sarah announced. “It’s a special bottle of chemically preserved New Springs water distilled into wine. You can say it really fixed her parental problems.”

Rebecca glared at Nancy, “What about Mr. Armstead?”

Nancy looked nonchalant, “He’s my husband.”

“You’re sleeping with your own father?!!!” she yelled.

“Oh calm down.” Sarah interjected, “It changed her too, altering her DNA as to deemphasize her father’s traits. But I imagine there is some kind of thrill to the idea though right Nancy?”

Nancy giggled, “I still adore my hubby like I did my daddy.”

Rebecca was bewildered. Some talk from Nancy about Amanda and her being perverted.

“Oh you think you’re so much better.” Sarah challenged. “When you tuck your former father into bed. When you kiss him goodnight. Don’t you feel the thrill of dominance over him? To see such a powerful man reduced into an innocent being? Years away from knowing sexuality as he smooches you with little kisses? Both you and Nancy say “I love you” to your former fathers one way or another.”

“Is that how you feel about Stacy?” Rebecca asked.

“Oh yes! Stacy is my beautiful little princess.” Sarah proclaimed. “To control every aspect of a 2nd grader’s life, just as she did to me when I was in the 2nd grade. There is a deep satisfaction in such control. It is the purest form of love.”

Rebecca was having enough of this, “What are you two even doing here at this hour?”

Sarah arrogantly turned to Nancy, “Do you still trust her?”

“Of course.” Nancy reassured, “She’s my employee after all.”

“Well,” Sarah continued, “It looks like our fears were true. The school’s fire sprinkler system was tampered with shortly before opening up for the school year.”

“I knew the records were off somehow. There were far too many problems with them to just blame the previous administration.” Nancy said.

“More than that Nancy, entire pipes were built into the school that shouldn’t have even existed according to the blueprints. I wonder if the previous administrators were even aware of these renovations.” Sarah said.

“One of my students was the vice-principal here before all of this.” Rebecca revealed, “She’s a preteen now, old enough to remember something like that I’m sure.”

Sarah waved the idea away, “No reason to bother a Growndown woman with stuff like this. Specific details like that are irrelevant when I can just track the piping to its source.”

“Who could have done this Sarah?” Nancy asked.

“The powers that be inside this valley.” Sarah answered, “My bosses.”

“What the New Springs Authority?” Rebecca inquired, “They’re more powerful than the mayor of Old Lake County and Lowtown Junction?”

“Those mayors wouldn’t really be fully aware of it but yeah.” Sarah confirmed, “The Founder’s Council orchestrated the accident here. I just know it.”

“Why would they do this to all of us?” Rebecca asked.

“Unfortunately you two are naught but pawns to them.” Sarah said as she circled about the principal’s office, “They’ve been stonewalling me for weeks now and I’ve been forced to deal with the entirety of the fallout of this supposed accident.”

“Sounds like they wanted to keep you busy.” Nancy said.

“Probably.” Sarah agreed, “And yet I think they wanted to teach me a lesson as well. The paperwork was a mess to deal with, the compensatory funds were maxed out, and I had to deal with all the angry parents. Regressing people isn’t all that fun when you have to deal with shit like that.”

The Overseer looked emotionally drained, her witchery all but dispersed.

“I can’t speak on any of that Sarah.” Rebecca began to cheer her up, “But I’m happier as a Grownup and my students are happier as Growndowns, even the other children seem happier lately.”

“It’s true Sarah.” Nancy added, “The parents may not be happy with everything and the former faculty may not like to hear this but the school is far better off than it was before. Just in the immediate weeks after I’ve taken over everything is improving.”

“Thank you for your words, both of you.” Sarah said. “That’s the dream I’m trying to build in this valley. Adulthood should only be held by those who are the most capable of responsibility. Clearly those that ran this school before didn’t deserve the privilege.”

Rebecca felt herself go on the defensive. “My kids weren’t bad adults.”

“You don’t understand New Springs’ power as I do Rebecca.” Sarah stated and approached her, “Its will is absolute, and it reshapes everyone into the age, gender, form…whatever they are most suited for in life and purpose.”

“I don’t buy that.” Rebecca challenged. “Everyone makes mistakes in life, but that doesn’t make their previous lives worthless. My kids are building upon their old lives, improving day by day and when they grow up again they’ll be better adults than they were before.”

Nancy smiled at Rebecca’s words but Sarah looked completely outraged.

“Look at us!” Sarah yelled. “I’m a teenager and you two are preteens and yet we are women grown! That happened to us for a reason! Our lives as newfound mothers have purpose only in how we rule over those that were incapable of ruling over themselves. Grownups are the true leaders of this valley! That is what New Springs has shown me time and time again since I first dealt with it in the summer solstice!

Rebecca was completely shocked by Sarah’s fanaticism though she responded as best as she could. “We’re in charge of our households for now but things change as they always have. Maybe one day we’ll all be kids again and the Growndowns will be adults looking out for us once more. If New Springs is so powerful than maybe this is all one continuous cycle for us.”

“Pointless.” Sarah stammered and went to leave the room, “There is no point to any of that. Life would have no meaning whatsoever.”

“Sarah there’s no reason to leave!” Nancy called out to her.

“I need to track down where the pipes are coming from. Thank you for your assistance on this matter.” Sarah said from the door.

Rebecca felt a bit sheepish of how she had told Sarah off like that, she could see a loneliness in her eyes, the kind that couldn’t be satisfied by motherhood alone. Rebecca felt truly blessed to have Amanda in her life.

“I didn’t mean to bitch at you like that Sarah. We could be friends you know. I like your self-confidence, its inspiring.” Rebecca said.

“I would like that too Rebecca but I also want to prove you wrong. My dream will be realized one way or another.” Sarah grimly replied.

“Maybe when this is all over then. Wherever we end up I hope we can become good friends.” Rebecca said.

“You never know what the seasons will bring.” Sarah quietly said and slipped out the door.

“She’s a determined young thing isn’t she?” Nancy said.

“I feel like we could have been really close if had grown up the normal way. She could have been my Big in a sorority or something. I don’t know.”

“You still have Amanda.” Nancy said sympathetically. “And me if you feel like we should try again.”

Rebecca gave a gentle smile, “I would like that very much Nancy. Thank you.”

“There is something else you and Amanda should know.” Nancy stated, “With your kids passing their Facilitation tests we’re going to start transitioning them into normal classrooms.”

“So I’m losing my kids then?” Rebecca asked as she swept her dark auburn over her shoulder. “Am I going to be relocated into a different position?”

Nancy gave a gentle smile, “Nope. Quite the opposite really. Your position as Transitional Facilitator for grades 3rd through 5th is now official. Congratulations.”

Rebecca was flabbergasted, “Wow well thank you! But who am I supposed to teach when my kids are transferred?”

“Well you would naturally be keeping tabs on them in their new classrooms to look for any signs of relapses into adult personas.” Nancy clarified, “But more importantly you will have a whole new classroom of 3rd graders, 4th graders, and 5th graders to facilitate.”

“So there will be more Changes? I can’t believe it.” Rebecca said in disbelief, “This is just some comfortable little valley town. There’s going to more adults becoming Growndowns, more children becoming Grownups?”

“That’s what Sarah believes and she’s confident there’ll be many more regressed adults and teens following the next Change of the Seasons that will need your love and guidance in adjusting to their second childhoods.”

“No way…” Rebecca said her voice in total awe, “Will everyone in this town change? How will the valley react?”

“No one truly believes in The Change of the Seasons until it happens to someone they know” Nancy said matter-of-factly, “Half the town still thinks the other half is crazy. But I guess everyone will change sooner or later. Neighborhood by neighborhood, town by town, and finally the big city until everyone in Old Lake Valley has had their whole lives transformed by New Springs.”

“A whole valley where children literally rule over their parents.” Rebecca lamented, “A Brave New World for Grownups and Growndowns, I have a hard time believing that people wouldn’t try and resist it maybe or at least flee the valley.”

“They probably will eventually if this keeps incrementing like it has since the summer; but I think this will eventually grow beyond our special little valley, the whole world will be changed by New Springs” Nancy said, “That’s what Sarah tells me.”

“I hope the New Springs Authority does outreach about this around the valley. People don’t need to be frightened about The Change of the Seasons. They would be so much better off at whatever age New Springs makes them.” Rebecca said.

“They tried actually outreach to an extent across the three public schools after what happened over the summer with the Medlocks and Longviews.” Nancy explained, “I think that just stoked the fires of discrimination against Grownups and Growndowns though, they should have just said nothing at all. People don’t like change, but accept it eventually.”

That was true Rebecca realized. She didn’t have many friends herself outside of Amanda, Jonathan, and now Nancy. All of them were Grownups. The only meaningful conversation she had with an actual adult was that older woman from Short Meadows and that was all about her existence as a Grownup.

They were a tiny minority now, but Rebecca wondered how normal adults and children would all react as more and more Grownups and Growndowns appeared. They wouldn’t be outsiders: they would be friends, coworkers, and even cousins. Rebecca hoped they wouldn’t despair when it was their turn, but rather rejoice at the prospect.

“This is all a lot to take in.” Rebecca finally said.

“Let’s start by going back to the party then.” Nancy suggested and led the way back towards the gym.

This was an unexpected evening for Rebecca, but she was liking it so far she had to admit. She hoped it continued to be so surprising.

She was about to get her wish.

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I can’t believe we’re doing this.” 16 year old Eric Baxter stated plainly for the fourth time in the corner of the quiet playground next to Edwardson Elementary School.

“And again I’ll respond with simply, what of it?” Dylan said flipping back his mop of black hair.

Eric and Dylan had been best friends ever since they went to kindergarten at this elementary school, but they couldn’t have been more different. Eric was quiet and reserved while his 16 year old counterpart was loud and outrageous. Despite their personal hobbies drifting from one another since they had entered puberty together, the boys seemed magnetically attached to each other.

Even when Dylan came up with stupid ass plans.

Just like tonight.

“Everything.” Eric responded and once again pulled the wine bottle halfway out of his candy stuffed pillow case.

The wine’s name was clearly imprinted: Ambrosia.

“It’s not like your mom would really give much of a shit that you’re drinking her wine these days. She’ll still be in middle school by the time you’re legal.” Dylan assured.

“I still have a dad you know.” Eric countered.

“And he won’t know until years afterwards.” Dylan claimed, “You said your parents were obsessed with aging wines right? He isn’t even going to look at it until your mom is 21 again. He’ll probably make it some big sappy event out of it or something.”

Eric gulped, “That just makes me feel even worse for stealing this then. My mom is like my little sister now. I wouldn’t want to-”

“Fucking Founders!” Dylan shouted, “Are you kidding me?”

“She’s cute!” Eric defended his regressed mom.

Dylan despite his well-tanned skin looked the very definition of incredulous as he popped his the cork off his mom’s generic chardonnay with the bottle opener from his pants pocket. “Down your bottle.”

“Jesus Dylan! We’ll get ourselves caught being blackout drunk!” Eric yelled.

“Fine!” Dylan agreed and took a swig of the chardonnay, “We’ll split my bottle first and then yours later.”

“Fair enough.” Eric said as he accepted the bottle from Dylan and took his first sip of alcohol ever.

The two teenagers began a repetitious back and forth of swigging wine and small talk as they began getting tipsy from the wine.

“That’s the best thing about Jenny Medlock though.” Eric said with an arrogant pride. “She’s like a MILF in a freshman’s body. The best of both worlds in experience and sexiness.”

“You are such a god damn pervert Eric!” Dylan laughed, “You are never going to win Jenny over with your borderline Oedipus complex.”

“I’ll be closer to her than you ever will be!” Eric drunkenly bragged.

“Good fucking luck!” Dylan chuckled, “You’ll never going to lose your virginity to her!”

“As surely as the seasons change!” Eric roared back, “If I’m still a virgin near her you’ll still be one too.”

Eric and Dylan loved this kind banter of hyping one up against other and it naturally reached a breaking point.

“We should spike the punch bowl.” Dylan proclaimed. “Wouldn’t that shit be hilarious?”

Eric wasn’t so sure, “I guess….my sisters are in there. My dad would kill me if they ever got drunk.”

“Exactly, that’s why we have to do this right so we aren’t blamed.” Dylan said, “We spike the punch bowl and you can pretend to get tipsy off it to throw off your dad and prevent your sisters from drinking it.”

Eric fastened the Ambrosia bottle in his hands. The idea still made him feel uneasy, but there was something about it all that excited him. He initially played it off as peer pressure from his best friend or some stupid desire to actually pull this prank off, but he felt an aura emanating from the Ambrosia itself. A silly desire filled his head which embarrassed the hell out of him.

Shaking it off Eric turned to his partner in crime, “What’s the game plan?”

Teacher’s Pet reaches its climax in: Don’t Drink the Kool-Aid[/size]

 

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