Study hall. In theory, a time for the students to get ahead on homework. To ask teachers for help on some particularly tricky problem. Its actual use, however...
"Real mature." Molly tried to put on a stone face. The visage held for a second before she broke down in a fit of giggles.
"We're going to get into so much trouble." Arissia herself was red faced from damming up the peals of laughter from leaving her mouth.
Harry grinned as he added shading with his sharpie. The three pre-teens were engaged in one of the favored pastimes of the world's youth: defacing pictures with phalluses. The victim in this case was... none of the three had been paying much attention, but apparently, the lady in the picture was important in English history.
She was also now a 'shemale.' A term brought up in their puberty education class last period. Recalling that class, however, brought back other less desirable memories.
"Ugh." Molly slammed her head against the desk. "'Changes! Changes keep coming!' I still cant get that stupid song out of my head."
Harry winced. Thanks for the reminder. "'Penises are like noses, they come in all shapes in sizes.'" A ghost of his smirk returned to his face.
Arissia's hands went to her chest. At least she now knew what that tender aching was. Breasts. Even now, her "mosquito bites" were visible in her dress. God it was embarrassing when Harry had first pointed it out. Why was that the only part of her that seemed to be growing?
Even so, breasts were something she could endure. What she really, really did not look forward to were periods. She had talked to a few people about it and it sounded awful. So... icky. Getting a tummy ache every month and then bleeding. Boys had it so good. Only thing they had to worry about was their willies growing.
"What is that?" Molly pointed to the window. Hovering, just like the sun, was a pulsating blue light.
"A flying saucer?" It grew bigger and bigger against the glass. The chatter of conversation died as the entire classroom turned to look. They heard rumbling of feet upstairs as the upperclassmen likely did the same.
Their teacher let out a gasp in horror before they were bathed in light.
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