Escaping a Boring Lecture

Escaping a Boring Lecture:

    Despite the herculean might mustered to keep his eyes open, Jason fought an uphill battle. Mrs. Thompson's monotonous jabbering about shapes and their importance put more and more stones on his sinking eyelids. Would it be so bad to rest for just a little bit? Just a second where he could relax? Not worrying about tests or homework? Simply peace, quiet, and...free...
    Mrs. Thompson's jaw fell upon her student's dozing off. "Jason? Jason?! Jason!!!" She dropped the heavy lecture book from up high onto the table. The thundering thud awoke a good amount of the present sleepyheads but not Jason. Before another scream or noise could blare out, the teacher's eyes rolled back into her skull. She tensed up. From her toes crawled shivers up to the top of her skull. Not before long, her muscles relaxed, the chair behind her cushioning her sudden descent.
    Jason wound up in front of the classroom when his senses returned. How long had he been out? However, that question had to wait as his fellow pupil's awestruck gazes piled up on him.
    "Is something wrong, Mrs. Thompson?" one curious onlooker asked.
    Several seconds pass without a reply. When Jason eventually asked back, "Are you talking to—" he couldn't even finish his sentence, covering his mouth immediately. It wasn't his voice. Upon closer view, these dainty fingers weren't his either. What was going on?
    "Mrs. Thompson, if you're not feeling so well, you—"
    "It's okay, eh..." Jason interrupted, adjusting his voice, "I'm, uh...uh...class is...dismissed?"
    For a second, his classmates exchanged glances. However, like lightning, they then shot out of the classroom. Until the last one had left, Jason stood by with a strained smile.
    Catching a break, Jason's eyes finally wandered below his chin. They widened as he gazed upon the chest never seen before. His nipples hardened beneath a soft cloth touch. Without warning, he grabbed the fleshy protrusion and squeezed them tight. Heat suddenly rose up, and a strange liquid seemed to pool between his legs. It felt...good. Mesmerized by this newfound sense of femininity, Jason sat down with lips curled upwards. He might not know how he had gotten into this situation, but he sure as hell knew what to do with it.