“Summer school?!?” You exclaimed in shock, “you’ve got to be joking!”
“I’m afraid not Daniel,” your teacher, Ms Jones, said looking down at you from behind her thin rimmed glasses, “your work has been lacking this semester, and I’m afraid there’s not enough time left in the year to bring it up to a passing grade. It appears you and I will be spending our summer in the classroom together.”
You couldn’t believe this! You had taken this stupid class for an easy A but when the older teacher was replaced with Ms Jones just before you started, the class suddenly became unbearable hard for you! Of course the other students seemed to get by just fine, but you could swear this teacher had it out for you since day 1!
Part of you had thought maybe it was because you were a boy, but over time you noticed her making snide comments about your height, or giggling to herself when you had to hop into your seat! Even once when you came to class early and were waiting she had “accidentally” sat in your chair, briefly crushing you under her skirt covered rear. She of course apologize, but not without giggling to herself like a school girl as she walked off.
“Please Ms Jones,” you said, practically begging at this point, “there’s got to be something I can do for extra credit! An extra paper or project I can do! Anything!”
“Anything you say?” Ms Jones asks, tilting her head curiously, “Well… I guess there is one thing you could do… but I don’t think you’re up for it.”
“I’ll do it!” you blurt out immediately, “Seriously, if it means not going to summer school it’ll be worth it.”
You could have sworn you saw Ms Jones lips curl into a sinister smile for the briefest of moments at you quick response to an unknown assignment. That should have been your first sign to run like hell and just accept your summer school. But unfortunately, Ms Jones had you now.
“Very well,” she finally said with a feigned sigh of defeat, “since you’ve already agreed then I guess I can tell you what you’ve signed up for. You see, you’re not the only student looking for some extra credit. Quite a few students have actually come forth and requested bonus points in an effort to raise their grades, either to avoid summer school like yourself or to pad their GPAs. Regardless, I turned them down, as I’m not in the habit of offering any extra points.”
As she finished her sentence Ms Jones stood up from her desk, standing in a long black skirt and a white button up blouse. You blushed as she stepped around her desk and stood towards you, towering above you in your chair. You couldn’t help but blush as you were forced to crane your neck to meet her eyes.
“However, when I saw that you were in need of extra credit, I had a rather interesting idea,” she said biting her lip playfully, “Given your rather… unusual height situation, I believe we are presented with a prime opportunity to explore childcare first hand between two of my students. I’m sure you are aware of the classic, baby doll care assignment, where two students are instructed to care for a doll as their own child for a period of time?”
“Um uh y-yeah,” you said trying to piece together what exactly she’s talking about, “A-are you saying you want me and another classmate to take care of a baby doll for the semester?”
“Not quite,” Ms Jones continued, a small smile on her face, “Rather I want you to be assigned to one of my students, at random, to be taken care of as a baby!”
You waited a beat, expecting this to be some wild joke, but Ms Jones’ expected smile was unwavering on her face. Your eyes widened in shock as she meant every word of this deranged plan!
“You want me… to act like a baby for some girl?” you ask, visibly shocked, “That’s insane.”
“On the contrary I think it will be quite an interesting assignment,” Ms Jones continued, unaffected by your obvious apprehension, “Your partner will be graded on the feedback you provide for me at the end of the semester of how well you were fed, bathed, and cared for. Meanwhile you will be graded on how well you played your role as a baby, judged of course by whoever I assign as your partner, or mommy in this case. We will make accommodations for you with our other classes of course, curving your grade as you assist in this assignment, as well as providing your partner with plenty of supplies to properly care for you. It will be brilliant!”
Your mind was racking over how to respond. Your first instinct was to turn this down all together, the very idea of being treated like a baby by anyone, let along one of your peers felt like a sick twisted joke! However, the idea that doing this would get you out of summer school as well as increase your other grades did sound pretty nice…
“I uh… I guess I could- woah!”
You were interrupted as Ms Jones snatched you out of the chair and hugged you tightly to her chest.
“Oh i’m so happy to hear!” she said, excitement evident in her voice, “Now then let’s see who’s going to be your mommy huh?”
Not waiting for you to respond or object, Ms Jones carried you around her desk and sat in her chair. She placed you on her lap, the back of your head sandwiched between her breasts as she leaned forward towards her computer, beginning to type away.
“Only one of my students will be eligible of course and I want it to be fair who gets the credit. So I’ll simply compile a list of students you asked for extra credit…” she said, her voice trailing off as you watched her screen atop her lap.
You saw a lift of about 2 dozen names pop up on her screen, some you recognize, some you dont, and some you don’t even have a chance to see before she uploads the file into a randomizer.
“Now then,” Ms Jones says down to you, “Once I push this button the randomizer will select a person completely at random from the list. Whoever it chooses will receive an email of this lovely opportunity for extra credit and then we’ll go from there! But no switching, I don’t play favorites so whoever it chooses, that’s your mommy.”
You watched with bated breath as Ms Jones’ finger slowly glided towards the ENTER key. You watched as her finger gently presses down. You watch as the computer refreshes and you see the name of your mommy! Your eyes widen as you realize it’s your…
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