Deciding that an adult might handle a person of your stature significantly better than some teenager, you head down the hall, towards the teacher's lounge. There was no signs of other shrunken people having gone before you, and the halls seemed to be empty. Everyone who was staying had already seemed to have reached their destination, leading to a larger congregation of people who you could get's attention in certain spots.
You were certain that there had to be some teachers still lingering about, and that suspicion was soon confirmed after you reached the slightly cracked door to their lounge, and squeezed yourself inside. There were about four women, all teachers, and all of whom were simply lounging, hence the name of their room.
You recognized three of the teachers, Miss King, Ms Long, and Miss Ross. Miss King was a teacher you had in the past, a simple math teacher who was on the younger side of things, being no older than thirty. She didn't have too great of a body, but the boys swooned over her face more than anything else, the cute woman having long blonde hair to compliment her looks. She was a kind woman, and almost sure to help out a student in need.
Ms Long however, was not a kind woman. An Indian woman in her early thirties, the curvy beauty was your current Biology teacher, and she had it out for you. Almost during every class period, she would call you out for the most minuscule of offenses, and out of fear what she would do to you at your current height, you decided it might be best to avoid the sexy beast.
Miss Ross was a teacher in the grade above you, and you had heard stories from your friends that she joked around with the class, acting more as a friend than an instructor. She was an older woman, in her early forties with brown hair, but her body seemed to age like a fine wine, nothing diminishing from her beautiful face, ample breasts, and fat ass besides a few wrinkles. The woman was apparently no stranger to telling her students about sexual experiences she had, or parties she had attended, often giving vivid details of her life. Going with her might be a fun experience, but not the most reliable of scenarios, as there was not telling what she would do.
The final teacher was a Latina woman, with a large rump but lacking in the breast region. She looked like she had just gotten out of college, and was in her early twenties. Contacting the woman would be a toss up, no way to tell what her intentions were with you.
You then decided to
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