After Class

The bell rang to relieve the students from English class. Over the ruckus of them leaving, Miss P's voice could just barely be heard. "Ben can you stay for a few minutes after class?" Ben grumbled and put down his books, annoyed that he was going to be late to lunch. Miss P watched the rest of the students leave, then locked the door behind them with a soft click. She stood over Ben. "I wanted to talk to you about using your phone in class Ben, you've been on it all day." She told him sternly.

"Yeah and what of it?" Ben snapped back, trying to unnerve his clearly young, inexperienced teacher. He figured from the way she dressed so casually she couldn't be more than a few years out of college. She also dyed her hair red, it could have been natural but her eyebrows were a dark brown, betraying it's real color. Surprisingly though, she was unfazed, even amused at his brazenness.

"Being difficult are we? Okay, maybe I'll bring out the big guns." She responded calmly.

"So what? You call my parents? They don't care." He said.

"That wasn't what I had in mind." She said, smirking. She pulled out the chair across from Ben and sat down. "Let's have some fun, Ben." Before he could respond, her fingers started glowing. She pointed at him and a flash blinded him. He opened his eyes and found that not much had changed. Miss P was still sitting across from him smirking about something. The only difference was that he was standing, and she looked a bit further away, actually everything looked further away, and if he was standing he should be looking down at her, not up. He looked down and found himself standing on fake wood grain, finally realizing the situation he was in.

"What did you do to me?!" Ben shouted angrily.

"I shrunk you so you can spend lunch with me. Don't worry, I brought something for you to eat." She leaned back and put her feet up on the table, the giant sneakers were easily 4 times ben's height.

"You can't do this to me! I'll tell the principal!" He shouted. Miss P ignored him, kicking off her shoes to reveal dirty, damp socks that clung to her feet as she rolled them off with her toes. It was still hot in late September and the smell of sweat made Ben gag even from more than halfway across the table.

"You think anyone would believe you? Making up stories about your teacher being a witch? That assumes you even make it out of here. I could squish you like a bug and no one would ever know." Miss P wiggled her toes tauntingly. "Now come over here and get your lunch; you don't want to wind up squished do you?"

"Fine but put your smelly feet away so I can eat without throwing up." Ben approached through the stench which became overwhelming as he neared.

"Funny you mention that. That's exactly what you'll be eating, licking the dirt, sweat, and toejam from my feet like the little foot slave you are." she said. "And you're not stopping until lunch is over or they're completely clean."

Ben recoiled and made a disgusted noise. "There's no way I'm coming anywhere near your damn feet bitch!" he said defiantly.

"Fine, I forgot to bring a lunch for myself anyway." Miss P leaned forward and snatched Ben between her fingers. She brought him to her face and opened her mouth wide.

"Nononono! Don't eat me I'll do whatever you want." Ben panicked, kicking and screaming between her fingers.

"Well that was easy, I didn't even get to put you in my mouth, and you're already blubbering like a baby. I was kinda looking forward to tasting you." She put him back down in front of her feet. "Now get to it. I really did forget to pack a lunch so if you don't eat up, I will."