Waldo Weatherbee sighed and rubbed the bridge of his long nose in his office. Being a principal had to be the most stressful job in the world. No wonder he was bald, overweight, and hadn’t been in a real relationship for years. Why Archie Andrews alone….
Then he heard a knock on his door.
“Yes?”
“Reggie is here,” his secretary said from the other side. “He set a firework off in class. Should I send him in?”
“One moment.”
Mr. Weatherbee opened the bottom drawer of his desk and took out a jar of extra-strength aspirin, quickly gulping down three. Then he glanced around to make certain that no one was watching, took out a hip-flask of gin and took a couple of swigs to wash it
down.
Mr. Weatherbee grimaced. He didn’t know how much more of this he could handle.
Suddenly there was a puff of smoke and a small metal disk was lying on his desk. He picked it up. Carved on one side was the question: What’s your wish?
Waldo Weatherbee grimaced again. “I wish I didn’t have to deal with all this stress of being Riverdale’s principal."
There was a much bigger puff of smoke.
When it cleared, Mr. Weatherbee was standing on the other side of his office door, staring at his secretary. She was glowering at him… and looked a little taller than before.
“You’ve really done it this time, Wanda,” the secretary said. “Why can’t you keep your hands to yourself?”
“What?” Mr. Weatherbee closed his mouth with a snap. Why did his voice sound so high and breathy? He glanced down and stared at two large breasts held in place by a shiny white tube-top, over a leather skirt and knee-high boots with stiletto heels. And his
body was so thin, petite, girlish!
“Caught smoking and fooling around when you should have been in class – and dressed in that outfit! You’ve been a very naughty girl!” The door to the principal’s office opened. “You can go in now.”
Wanda Weatherbee, utterly confused, tottered into her former office on her high heels, her large tits and ass nervously jiggling….
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