(Author's Note: Except for some editing, this episode was written by the ChatGPT AI generator.)
Tammy's breath caught in her throat.
The girls’ bathroom door creaked shut behind her as she bolted into the hallway, heels clacking on tile. Her arms instinctively wrapped around her chest, trying to keep things ... steady. Okay, wow, she thought, as she ran. This is a ... whole new experience.
But there was no time to adjust to this new reality. Because Cindy was gone.
Tammy skidded to a stop at the intersection of two corridors, looking left (empty) and then right.
There. Up ahead.
Cindy. Strutting.
Back toward the physics classroom.
No. NO!
Tammy pushed forward, pumping her legs in a full-on sprint. She didn’t care if she looked ridiculous, boobs bouncing, hair flying, skirt riding up slightly with every stride.
Just as she reached the doorway ...
FLASH
Then another.
And another.
Three bright flashes of light, pulsing from inside the room like camera bulbs going off in sequence.
Tammy stumbled to a halt, skidding just short of the threshold, heart pounding, fingers gripping the door-frame like it might keep her anchored to what little of the old world remained.
She peeked inside.
And her jaw dropped.
Physics class (her safe space) was no longer a classroom of diverse, sleepy teenagers and a stern, balding Mr. Reynolds.
Instead ...
It looked like a set from a teen drama reboot.
The room was filled with girls. Nearly all girls. But not just any girls. Hot girls. Long legs, perfect hair, glowing skin, shimmering lip gloss, skirts juuust long enough to be legal. They sat with exaggerated posture, flicking their hair, chewing gum, adjusting their push-up bras like it was second nature.
A few boys were still there (maybe two or three) but they were wide-eyed, flustered, silent. One of them was openly blushing as a girl with bright pink eyeshadow leaned over to "ask" for a pencil, showing far more than necessary.
And at the front of the class ...
Ms. Reynolds.
She was stunning - tall, curvy, and dressed like no teacher should be. A silk blouse clung tightly to her chest, the top two buttons undone. Her pencil skirt hugged every curve, and the click of her 5-inch heels echoed softly as she walked between desks, passing out lab papers as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
She smiled with painted lips. "Okay, ladies ... and gentlemen," she added with a giggle. "Pair up for the force and motion activity. Don’t be shy."
And then Tammy spotted her.
Cindy.
Sitting dead center in the room. Legs crossed like a queen on her throne, smugness radiating off her like perfume. Her lips were curled in satisfaction, one hand resting under her chin, the other toying idly with the glowing ring on her finger.
Tammy stepped inside slowly, stunned. It wasn’t just that everyone had changed. It was that no one seemed to notice.
They acted like this had always been the norm. But that was to be expected, right? After all, it was the same with Tammy's gay dads, not to mention Mikey and Jonny. Regardless, it still bothered her.
She looked toward a girl who used to be Zack Morales - a quiet, slightly nerdy kid who always wore anime pins on his backpack. Now she was Zoey. Same face, but long hair, mascara, and a dangerously short plaid skirt. She giggled as she leaned over to flirt with the boy who had once sat two seats behind Tammy.
And Cindy?
Cindy saw her at the door.
She gave Tammy a wink.
Then turned her attention to two boys in the corner - still unaffected.
Tammy’s stomach flipped.
She knew that look.
Cindy was planning her next move.
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