Learning a Lesson Part 12

Pretend you're anywhere but here...

Those were the thoughts that rattled inside Maisie's head, as she tried to distract herself from the humiliating situation. That was naturally more difficult as the tiny shoes she found actually fit her almost perfectly. A groan punctuated her actions as she fastened the Velcro...

Maisie looked down and saw the crumpled heap of her once-fitting attire, and her underwear that sat idly near the door. The shrunken woman peered around the room, there were no forgotten backpacks to be found and the idea of carrying her clothes home wasn't attractive, plus she wanted to appear as unremarkable as possible. With a sigh, the adult-dressed-in-a-school-uniform bundled her ill-fitting items and shoved them deep into the lost and found tub.

That was pretty much farewell to them both, she didn't fancy her chances of recovering them discreetly and it would be impossible to explain to the school if she came to retrieve them openly. With a punitive thought, she contemplated invoicing the scientist's program for the loss of one of her favourite outfits.

Maisie's attempts to wish herself away from this embarrassing ordeal were barely working, as her eyes wandered and took in the empty classroom. Once again forced to face what a strange size she had found herself at. Still, she had to be mildly thankful the effects of the drug didn't take her down further. The shirt was baggy enough, and the skirt only found purchase on her hips thanks to folding the top of it over. Any smaller and she doubted none of the clothes inside that tub would actually fit her.

Maisie rolled her eyes at her own line of thinking. Who was she kidding? Nothing about this was 'lucky' nor something she should be thankful for.

It was this mental dialogue that caused the young woman's attention to dawdle, her mind was distracted by embarrassment, visions of strongly worded emails, and the allure of finally getting home and out of this ridiculous outfit. All of that made her realize too late that she could hear something...

Something close.

What was more, eyes beyond the seclusion of the classroom had spied the little brunette.

Maisie realized too late. If she had heard the footsteps earlier, she might have been able to hide but such salvation was beyond her reach.

The handle twisted. The door swung open. An imposing blur of motion came to shocking clarity as a seemingly enormous woman was now standing in the room with Maisie!

Her eyes filled with fear, her body tensed, there was no-where to go.

Maisie was too late!

How could she possibly explain this!?