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Rocking The Boat By Julie O Edited By Robert Arnold Chapter 1 "It's so stupid," complained seventeen-year-old Barbara Jones. "I mean, this is October 1977, why can't they change the stupid school dress code." The rest of the representatives of student council in the room agreed. The rule they were discussing was that female students had to wear skirts or dresses unless the temperature was below 32 degrees. The student council had brought up the issue to the school administration several times, all without success. The dress code also applied to the teaching staff and more than a few of the female teachers were supporting the change as well. The problem seemed to be the mostly male school board and the high school principal. "So do we draft another resolution?" asked Ann Keller. "What good would it do?" exclaimed Dave Becker with disgust. "We'll write it up, hold another school wide vote, which will pass overwhelmingly, present it to the principal, and maybe the school board. They'll applaud our initiative and then keep the same old dress code in place. We did it last year and the year before that...and nothing has changed." "I agree. They tell us to work within the system and nothing happens," added Mike Abbott. "I think we should protest," said Dave. There was some murmuring among the students. "What do you suggest?" asked Elizabeth Zeigler. "Yeah, we don't want to do anything that will get us suspended or anything," interjected Paul Dubois. "I mean, I support the change in the dress code, but I don't want to risk my chances at getting a scholarship." Dave shook his head slightly. "Look, we need to do something; we owe it to the rest of the students here. Think of it as our legacy." "Do you have an idea, Dave?" asked Elizabeth. He nodded as he held up a copy of the student dress code. "I read this thing last night. The rule against female students wearing pants is very cut and dry. It lists the exact weather conditions and when the principal can allow pants. It also lists the punishments for those who violate the rules," he explained. "So?" asked Elizabeth. "It doesn't say anything about guys wearing skirts," replied Dave with a grin. "What are you suggesting?" asked Paul nervously. "We pick a day and we get as many guys as possible to wear skirts to school that day," he replied. Elizabeth looked at Dave who was six-one and nearly two hundred pounds and laughed. "I would love to see you in a skirt!" "You mean we wear kilts?" asked Paul. Dave shook his head. "Nope, skirts. We don't dress up completely like girls or anything like that. We follow the letter of the law concerning the dress code with the exception that we wear skirts." There was an instantaneous discussion on the topic. "I think this is a great idea. Imagine what the principal will do if we do this," exclaimed Barbara. "What do think they'll do to us?" asked Paul. "According to school rules the worst they can do is send us home and change," explained Dave. "And you'll do it?" asked Paul. Dave nodded. "I have three sisters and they all hate the rules. Now if we do this we need to keep it quiet from the teachers and the staff until we do it." "I have an idea, since I live right across the street from the school we can allow guys to change there," said Ann. "My Mom would definitely allow it." "Sounds great," said Dave. "I'll coordinate with the other girls and we'll gather up a large collection of skirts," said Elizabeth. "Perfect," said Dave. "For this to work, we'll need to get the word out to rest of the class," said Gordon White. "I'll talk to the football team." "And we need to get as many girls as possible to support the guys," added Barbara. Dave smiled. "Now, this has to voluntary...we can't be accused of forcing anyone to do it." "I think we'll get a lot of support just because the class is angry that the administration doesn't listen to us," said Jon Nichols. "So let's pick a date and then we'll work on getting the word out," said Dave. Chapter 2 Dave's parents listen as he explained what they were going to do. "How big is the support for this?' asked his Mom. "The senior class is behind it 100% and so is most of the junior class. We're still working on the rest," replied Dave. "I think it's great that you'd risk being suspended to support us," said Karen, one of Dave's sisters. "I'm not worried about that. I just think if we get some publicity that the school board will listen to us," said Dave. "Or become more entrenched. They could feel that you're making fun of them," said Dave's dad. "That's a risk, but we've tried doing it the way we were told in civics class and it didn't work. I know on the list of topics, a dress code isn't that big a deal, but it's the principle," replied Dave. "At least that's what you and Mom have taught me." Dave's parents smiled back. "You're definitely going to be a lawyer or go into politics someday," said his Dad. "Maybe both," replied Dave. Chapter 3 The principal of Green Valley High, William Grant, knew something was up, but he couldn't find out what it was. There was a buzz going around the school about something that was going to happen soon. The last thing he wanted was some sort of disruption. He couldn't tolerate students who made trouble and disrupted the status quo. Additionally, the school board was about to consider his application to be the superintendent of the district. The current superintendent was retiring in the spring. William had prided himself on keeping problems in his school to a minimum. He was also worried about his assistant principal, Pearl Martin. She was the type of person who appeared to be overly friendly and cooperative...and then put the knife in your back. He was also worried because Pearl had a much more impressive resume than he did. He had graduated from a state college and she had gone to Brown. Pearl also seemed to have a way of defusing any problems immediately. He had no idea how she did it. She was definitely on her way to the top and the school board might bypass him and appoint her to be the new superintendent. William walked into the teacher's lounge and asked the teachers present if they had heard of anything being planned. A few of them said that they suspected something was up, but they couldn't give him anything specific. He told them to let him know immediately if they learned anything. There was another way to find out what was going on, but it was too risky. He had already been warned against this sort of action twice before. He would have to hope that whatever was being planned wouldn't be too disruptive; but if it was he would severely punish the student who was responsible. Chapter 4 Dave looked at the button that Elizabeth had just handed him. Its message was simple and to the point. "Change the Dress-code!" he stated as he read it. "My mom thinks that this will be a nice touch to show why all the guys are in skirts," she said. "She can have enough made by Friday." "I think it's great," said Paul. "Now the school administration will know why we're doing this. How much will it cost?" "Nothing, my mom's print shop will do it for free." "Wow, that's so cool," said Dave. 'She thinks that this is a great thing we're doing." Dave nodded. "Are you afraid of what Principal Grant will do?" she asked. Dave shrugged his shoulders. "What can he do? No one will be picketing or walking out of class. The only difference at school this week is that many of the guys will be wearing skirts." "How many have agreed to do this?" "Most," he replied. "We can get the ones who don't to wear the buttons." "Dave, do you think that this will make a difference?" "Maybe, but it will show them that we're serious about changing the dress code," he replied. "I hope you're right," she replied. "It's cold enough around here right now. We should have been wearing pants weeks ago." Chapter 5 The plan went off perfectly. One by one, the boys of Green Valley High arrived at Ann's house to change into a skirt and to pin on one of the buttons. The girls also put on the buttons and picked up extras to give to sympathetic staff members. Dave was wearing a dark gray skirt that one of his sister's had bought for him. "Nice legs, Dave," commented Elizabeth. "Thanks," he replied. "I can understand why you hate wearing these things during cold weather. It feels like I'm going to freeze my.... buns off." The temperature was in the low 40s, but it seemed colder due to the strong wind that was blowing. Of course, the wind was carrying a light mist that made it seem even colder. "It's not even that cold yet," noted Ann. Dave looked over at his watch. "Well, I better get going; I promised that I would be one of the first ones to arrive today." "I'll go with you," said Elizabeth. As the students arrived in the school, the reaction from the staff was mixed. Some teachers shook there heads in disgust; while others accepted buttons from the students. Dave was pleased to see that most of the boys were wearing skirts in support of changing the dress code. He was even happier when he heard that a photographer from the local newspaper had shown up in the parking lot. Mr. Grant was furious when he saw what was happening. He would be the laughing stock of the town for this and any chance that he would be promoted was quickly evaporating in the cool fall air. He would track down the students responsible for this outrage and crush them. He sat in his office paging through the student handbook when Pearl knocked on his door. "What do you want to do about this?" asked the thin red-headed woman. "Can you believe it? There's nothing in this damned book concerning boys wearing skirts!" he exclaimed. "It's a rather effective protest," she noted. He slammed the book down on his desk. "I want to know who organized this protest!" "That won't be easy to find out. I mean they did an excellent job keeping this a secret from us," she said. William nodded as he reached for a folder that contained the roster of the entire school. "Pearl, go out and access damage. I want to know how many students are participating," he stated as he began to page through the list of students. "And then what?" she asked. "We can't send all the students home to change. It would shut the school down." "I'll decide what we will do," he replied without looking up from the list. Pearl shrugged her shoulders as she left. Twenty minutes into his search he underlined a name. Yes, this had to be one of the students responsible...if not the ringleader, he thought. He got up from behind his desk and walked over to the school's PA system. "David Becker, report immediately to the Principal's office," he announced. Chapter 6 Dave arrived a few minutes later and was immediately sent into Mr. Grant's office. Mr. Grant sat behind his desk and glared at the tall student standing in front of him. "You're behind this aren't you?" he demanded. To Mr. Grant's surprise Dave nodded. "I came up with the original idea," replied Dave. "We tried getting the dress code changed through the system, but we were ignored." "Who do you think you are to disrupt an entire school day?" exclaimed Mr. Grant. Dave looked back innocently. "What disruption? Everyone is in class, no one is making any trouble, and it's a pretty average day if you ask me." "Average day my ass! You knowingly broke the school rules!" Dave shook his head. "No we didn't. The dress code doesn't say a thing about boy's wearing skirts." Mr. Grant stood up and walked over to make sure his door was locked. "I could have you expelled," he stated as he walked back to his desk. "But I have a more appropriate punishment for you." Dave was about to reply when he saw Mr. Grant hold up a dark red circular shaped crystal at him. A flash of bright red light shot out of the crystal and engulfed Dave. To his shock, Dave found that he couldn't move. "Since you're so concerned with the female dress code, I think you should learn what it's really like to wear a skirt in cold weather. Maybe you'll think twice about rocking the boat again when you feel the wind shoot up your skirt and chill your pussy," stated Mr. Grant. "Okay, let's get started, you will do whatever I tell you. Now, take off your clothes, I want you to see what's happening as you change." Dave was helpless to resist. He began to take off his clothes and set them down on the chair that was located in front of Mr. Grant's desk. He couldn't resist Mr. William's orders and within moments he was naked. "Very good. Don't worry, I'll provide you with an appropriate replacement outfit," said Mr. Grant. "An outfit that will match your new body." Dave listened as Mr. Grant began to chant in a strange language. It was like nothing that he had ever heard before. Mr. Grant sat down in his chair. "You may notice a slight tingling in your body, but the transformation will be quite painless." Dave wondered what Mr. Grant was talking about. "You cost me a chance to be the superintendent and you are going to pay dearly for this insult. I didn't get to where I am by being disrespected by smartass punks like you," stated Mr. Grant. "I will now allow you to move, but I want you to stand where you are. Feel free to touch your body as you change. Oh, and I don't want to hear a sound out of you." Dave felt a strange wave of energy sweep through his body. It was like a mild shock. As soon as it passed, he noticed that he seemed to be shrinking. He looked down and saw that he was getting smaller. His whole body seemed to be shrinking. Not only was he getting shorter, but his body was becoming less muscular. In less than a minute he must have shrunk several inches. He was now looking up at Mr. Williams and he estimated that he was now five-seven or even shorter. Before he could worry about his new size he was distracted by an intense itching on his chest. He was about to scratch it when he noticed that something didn't feel right. He stared down to see that he was developing breasts. They were growing out before his very eyes. Mr. Grant laughed heartily. Dave was horrified as he watched his breasts grow out until they were huge. Instinctively he knew that her bra size was 36 DD. His nipples stood out firm and erect. "That will get the boy's attention," laughed Mr. Grant. "You're going to be a pretty one by the time I'm done with you." Dave couldn't take his eyes off his changing body. This couldn't be happening he thought. People don't change genders. There was no such thing as magic....yet there was no denying what was happening. Logic may have told him that people couldn't be transformed into the opposite sex; but his eyes told him that this was exactly what was happening to him. His waist was now very thin, which only made his breasts look larger. His hips began to expand, giving him a very feminine figure. He looked over his shoulder to see that he now had a round feminine ass. The next change was the most terrifying as his cock began to withdraw into his body. His scrotum did the same. They were both absorbed into his body and for a brief moment he was genderless, but then an opening appeared and a vagina formed between his legs. Dave gasped as it was apparent that he was now female. "You're quite lovely, Debbie," stated Mr. Grant. "Yes, my little troublemaker, your name is now Debbie and you are a girl." Dave immediately accepted her new name and gender. "Now, turn around and look in the mirror, Debbie," he ordered. She turned and saw her reflection in the full length mirror mounted on the back on the door. She saw a very beautiful blonde nude girl staring back at her. She was shocked by how attractive she looked. His whole body oozed sexuality. Debbie reached up to brush her now long curly blonde hair out of her face. She then ran her tongue over her thick full lips...which looked so kissable. "Yes, Debbie, you won't have any trouble getting a date. In fact, you will be one of the school's biggest sluts...if not the biggest slut on campus." Debbie turned and looked at Mr. Grant and saw that he was again pointing the crystal at her. She was again engulfed in a beam of light. Mr. Grant chanted as the light engulfed Debbie. She realized that was now Debbie Becker and she was one of the school's cheerleaders. She also realized that she now had a very high sex drive and that she was now very attracted to boys. Memories began to fill her head of how she had lost her virginity two years ago. She also remembered giving blowjobs to any member of the football team who scored a touchdown, which made her very popular with the team. Instead of being disgusted by this, she felt herself being turned on. She also realized that she wasn't that smart, but who needed brains when she had a body like hers. "So Debbie, do you still want to change the dress code? Or are would you rather wear short skirts to show off your legs and tease the boys?" asked Mr. Grant sarcastically. "Answer me slut!" "I love wearing skirts, Mr. Grant, I don't understand why the rest of the school is so upset about this," she giggled. Debbie was shocked by how feminine her voice was now. "Get dressed, Debbie," ordered Mr. Grant. Debbie looked at her clothes and saw that they had been also been transformed to fit her feminized body. Instinctively she slipped on her pink panties and matching bra. Next she slipped her tight cheerleader sweater over her head. It looked like it had been painted on her shapely feminine body. Her large breasts stood out prominently. Next she put on her short blue skirt which barely covered her ass. "Very good," stated Mr. Grant. "Put on your makeup." Debbie picked up her purse and opened it up. Inside was everything she needed to makeup her face. "You are a slut, Debbie, and you enjoy being a slut. It is your punishment for making me look foolish," stated Mr. Grant. "You'll find that your identity now matches your body. However, you will always remember who you used to be and why you now look and act as you do." Debbie turned and smiled seductively at Mr. Grant, but inside she was screaming in a combination of rage and agony. She was shocked that anyone could be so cruel. "I think you'll make a great exotic dancer...you're not smart enough do to much more than that," he continued. He got an erection as he continued to degrade her. Originally he just was going to transform him into a girl, but then he had realized the eroticism of turning her into a bimbo. He also hadn't counted on the wonderful sensation of getting revenge. She may have hurt him, but he would make her life a living hell. He then decided to take it one more step. "I think you should run away...I will give you an address in New York City and they will put you to work." Debbie just smiled back. "Okay." "In between dancing you can suck the customer's cocks," he stated. Debbie's rage was now buried too deep to come to the surface. Instead of a protest, when she opened her mouth all that came out was a giggle. He was tempted to fuck her himself, but it wasn't worth the risk. Mr. Grant was about to dismiss her when his door swung open. He immediately sat up and was prepared to strike down the person who had violated his privacy. Pearl Martin marched into his office and slammed the door closed without saying a word. "What are you doing in here?" he demanded. "Undoing the damage you just did," she replied barely containing her rage as she inspected Debbie. William was confused. He had cast a spell that should have prevented anyone from entering his office. He noticed a crackling in the air...as if it was charged with electricity. Pearl waved her hand and froze Debbie in place and as she inspected the transformed teen, she shook her head in disgust. "She cannot hear so you may speak freely," stated Pearl. "You will answer all my questions truthfully or I will smite you down. Now; how could you do this to one of your own students? It violates every standard, both professional and magical, that exist in this world." "She's the one who organized the protest," he stated arrogantly as if this justified his actions. "And that gave you the right to do this?" she snapped. "Change her back and I may be lenient with you." "Change her back? Who are you to make such demands of me?" he exclaimed. He stood up as if to menace her. Pearl casually waved her hand in his direction and he flopped violently back in his chair. "You have no idea of the powers I have little man. Now, change her back...NOW!" William was shocked. He had been knocked back as If he had been a ragdoll. He shook his head as he stood up. "I...I can't." Pearl glared at him. "What do you mean?" With another flick of her hand he was tossed violently against the wall. "I...I don't know how," he stammered softly as he stood up. His whole body ached from slamming against the wall. Pearl felt a furious rage grow in her body and it was all she could do to keep from immediately striking him down again. "You used a spell that you can't undo? Do you know the punishment for this sort of abuse of magical powers?" she exclaimed with rage. "You only play with magic little man...I was born with it." "What do you mean?" he asked meekly. "I am a witch of the White Oak Coven. We have been sensing abuse of powers and I tracked it here. However, I have no idea that you were so foolhardy to abuse magic like this." William searched his memory for an attack spell. He would have to use the crystal as he needed its power to amplify his limited powers. He moved slowly closer to his desk so he could grab the crystal. As if she could read his mind, Pearl snatched the crystal off his desk and inspected it. "I wonder where a little worm like you acquired this. Did you steal it?" she asked. William shook his head. "I won it fair and square." This was the truth as he had won it in a poker game twenty years earlier. Once he discovered its powers knew that his life had changed for the better. He immediately used it to help his career and to punish those who stood in his way. "No matter as it is my property now," she replied as she placed the crystal in her jacket pocket. "I cannot believe you did this to an innocent child. You have turned her into some sort of sick twisted fantasy of a girl...and just because she hurt your feelings?" "She cost me my promotion!" he blurted out. The words were barely out of his mouth before he was thrown against the wall again. He crumpled on the ground, crying in pain. "No job is worth abusing another human being like this!" she snapped back. Pearl turned and inspected Debbie. Slowly and gently she ran her hands over Debbie's body to assess the damage done to the student. She quickly determined that William had used a very powerful spell... a spell of revenge and hate... a spell that couldn't be totally reversed. "Who taught you this abomination of a spell?" she demanded. "I...I... don't remember," he replied timidly as he slowly stood up. Over the years he had acquired numerous spells and incantations, many of which he barely understood their use. "No matter, you will have time to search your memory as you will eventually tell me everything you know. While I cannot reverse the feminization aspect of the spell, I can undo the damage to her mind and intellect. You are fortunate that I can William or I would kill you where you stand." He tried to sneak away, but he found that he couldn't move. "To make up for the change in her gender and identity I will increase her intelligence. This will allow her to thrive in college. I will give her a normal sex drive. And most importantly, I will ease the pain you caused her by destroying her male identity," stated Pearl. She then turned and glared with rage at William. "And then...little man...I will deal with you." Chapter 7 Pearl cast the appropriate spells to aid Debbie. While she wasn't able to change Debbie back into Dave, she was able to give her a more normally proportioned body. The last thing she did was to make some changes in the young woman's life. She would now be called Deb, not Debbie, and she was the top student in the senior class. She was also now the class president and would soon be awarded a full scholarship to the university of her choice. Pearl then transformed Deb's clothing so that the young woman was wearing a gray skirt and a matching charcoal colored sweater. The last touch was the addition of one of the buttons protesting the dress code. Next Pearl turned and stared at William. "Now it's your turn, you pitiful little man." The fear in his eyes was readily apparent. "What...what are you going to do to me?" he asked. "I have been giving that some thought. You have a twisted view of women...judging by what you did to Dave," she stated. "Please...don't turn me into a woman!" he cried. "Shut your mouth. No, turning you into a woman would be a step up and I'm not about to reward you," she snapped. "I could also kill you very easily for the crimes you have committed. I would feel no remorse for this act and in fact I would enjoy it." "Please don't...I'm sorry... please don't hurt me," he whined. "Sorry? You're sorry? You really think that mere words can sway me?" she asked mockingly. "No, you need to pay for what you have done. I think that you need a new form...one that does good for others...it's the least you can do." William tried to move his legs, but it was an act of futility. "Mercy!" he cried. "As if you even know the meaning of the word!" she replied. "Please...I'm so sorry," he sobbed. "Enough! I will put you in a form that will allow me to control you until I decide your ultimate punishment," she stated barely holding back her utter distain for him. Pearl's eyes then shifted from green to silver as she chanted a spell. William's clothes evaporated and he found himself standing naked in his office. The only thing on his body was his shoes. William watched in horror as his shoes morphed into a large plant stand. He was now standing in soil midway up his shins. "You're going to kill me," he cried pitifully. "No, I will not kill you...now; rather I will give you a new existence. You will brighten up my office and convert CO2 into oxygen." As her words sunk in he realized what they meant. His body began to change and the last thing that went through his mind was that the realization that he was being transformed into a large ficus tree. Chapter 8 Deb blinked and suddenly she was awake. She looked around and found that she was still female, but she was no longer the slut that Mr. Grant had transformed her into. Ms. Martin was seated behind what had been Mr. Grant's desk. "What just happened?" asked Deb as she looked around the office for Mr. Grant. He was no where to be seen. There were many changes to the office. It was now softer, and there were no signs of Mr. Grant's existence. She then noticed a large plant that hadn't been there before. "Please sit down, Deb," said Pearl pleasantly. "I will explain to you what has happened." Deb did as she was asked. "I'm sorry, but I cannot change you back into a boy," explained Pearl softly. "The spell was too powerful. However, I have done my best to undo the crimes committed against you. I have given you an appropriate identity. To the world you exist now as Deborah Becker. You also have the same family as before." Pearl then told her what had happened. "So no one will remember Dave?" asked Deb sadly. "That's right. I'm sorry. The transformation spell that Mr. Grant used couldn't be undone. It was a revenge spell outlawed centuries ago. I made some changes to improve your life and to undo most of the more disgusting things he did to you," said Pearl. "If you like, I can wipe the memories of what happened to you." Deb stared back. "That would make life less complicated....but I want to remember who I was...I owe that to Dave. Wow that makes it sound like he is dead." "I'm sorry, Deb," said Pearl. "I know and I appreciate that you're trying to help me. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone what happened...I mean, who would believe me." Pearl smiled. "I'm pleased with your decision. I have taken the liberty of taking away the pain of what was done to you. As for telling others, that cannot happen, it is part of the spell. It is for the best. However, you can talk to me anytime you wish if you desire. Whenever we are alone you can speak freely...of both your identities." "Thank you," replied Deb. "So, you're the principal now?" Pearl nodded. "I will work to change some things around here, starting with the archaic dress code. I owe that much to you. I only wish that I had arrived here sooner. I sensed his use of magic, but I was too late. But at least he won't hurt anyone else." "What happened to Mr. Grant?" Pearl pointed to the ficus tree that stood in the corner of her office. "No one, other than us, will remember him," said Pearl. "I'm usually against this sort of thing, but his crimes deserve the death of his identity." Deb stared at the large plant. "Does he...does know what happened to him?" asked Deb. "Is he still alive?" "Yes," she replied. "He needs to atone for his crimes and to think about what he did." "Will you ever change him back?" Pearl shook her head. "I may give him a more advanced form, but he hurt so many people to ever be human again. He has many secrets that he must confess. I have already discovered that you are not his first victim. There are at least five others that he has transformed over the years. I will track them down and help them too." "I'm glad to hear that," said Deb. She let out a big sigh. "I can't believe that this happened to me. I don't know if I can do this." "You're strong and you'll survive Deb," said Pearl. "Once you step out of my office, you will see yourself as female. It's not as bad as you think it will be. You'll find that you'll be an intelligent and confident young woman. There is nothing that you cannot accomplish." "So, am I completely female?" Pearl nodded. "Yes." "So I can get pregnant?" she asked meekly. Pearl nodded again. "Wow," replied Deb softly. "That will take some getting used to." "You'll do fine, Deb." Deb nodded. "I can't believe that I like boys now and it feels so normal." "All of this will feel ordinary with time. I wish I could have changed you back, but at least I have tried to make your new life easier," said Pearl. "I appreciate that. Ms. Martin," replied Deb. 'Well, you'd better head back to class. You can tell your friends that no one will be punished for today's protest. Between you and me, I admire the creative nature of the protest. I will bring up changing the dress code at the next school board meeting. I suspect that they will be willing to listen to change. I can be rather persuasive when I want to be." "So at least some good came out of this," replied Deb. "I think much more than a rule change will happen. I'm a good judge of people and I think you'll accomplish great things in your life," stated Pearl. "Thank you," replied Deb. "Well, we'll talk more later," said Pearl. Deb stood up and nodded. "Thank you for what you did. I don't think I could have survived otherwise. I was so frightened by what he had turned me into. I was horrified by what I had become and disgusted by what he was going to make me do." "You don't have to fear him anymore," said Pearl. "He can't hurt anyone ever again." Deb smiled as she left the office, hesitating momentarily to stare at the ficus plant before she left. Pearl got up and walked over to the plant. She ran her hands across the leaves. "I want you to think about the pain you caused, and maybe I'll remember to water you regularly," she whispered. William could hear her every word. Fuck you bitch, he thought. "Oh, Billy! That wasn't a very nice thing to say," she said. "Yes, I can read your thoughts my little green friend. I guess you haven't learned who the boss is yet. Well, enjoy your time in 'my office'...because come spring I'm going to change you into a cute little bush and plant you in my yard. Oh, and did I mention that my neighborhood has several large male dogs? I think you'll get to know them up close and personal. They do tend to mark their territory rather frequently." If he had still been human, he would have cried out in fear and rage. "Oh, and that won't be your last form either. You have much to atone for and I have an active imagination," she stated. Pearl turned and was about to walk away when an idea hit her. She walked over to her desk and picked up one of the protest buttons. She then pinned the button onto William's plant stand. She stood back and laughed. "See even you can support the students." The End