This choice: She snatched the door open, to examine the name plate... her name plate! • Go Back...Chapter #6She snatched the door open, to examine the name... by: Mr. George   Running her fingers over the name plate, she felt the screws holding the brass plate to the door. Felt every letter engraved into it. The name however wasn't hers!
Professor H. Jackson, was the name that sent thrills down her spine. She knew she wanted his approval, needed it. She was filled with a vibrancy and energy she hadn't felt in years. Not wanting to be caught unaccompanied in an office, where she could be accused of all sorts. Jessica snatched up her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and headed out. Closing the door behind her, she heard the -snick- as the lock ensured she couldn't return.
She was back as a student. Somehow, tentatively she gave the handle a twist. It turned, but the door remained locked. She wasn't getting back into that office without a key.
Walking away, she had no destination in mind. She just didn't want to be lurking. As she walked she heard the tik-tik-tik of her heels as she went. She felt the sway and bounce of her ass, and the counter balancing sloshing of her bust. She felt eye-catching, and beautiful as she hadn't in years...
Finding a purse, as she waited for an elevator, she snapped it open. Pulling out cards, as the elevator approached, she found her student ID, and her driving licence. They both confirmed she was still Jessica Hilton, though they both had the same date of birth. Just twenty-five years after it should've been!
Despite the compelling argument of the lush body she wore, the cards felt like the final nail in the coffin. She felt like she'd been demoted, from one of the university's youngest professors, back to a mere student who needed to prove herself.
As her brain raced, she tried to put event in sequence to work out, how she'd ended up here... like this!
Then it fell into place! She recalled the suspicious height gain that could've alerted her. Then her unguarded words that sent her back to her youth. Giving her the ability to better connect with her students. The treacherous app sprung to mind. That's what she needed to be restored.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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