“I think it is not bees, Leana, but I still cannot think what could be causing it. Leana looked at her with renewed interest. “Yes,” she continu...d in their shared mind-speak, “I have dreamed this as well. A row of huts as if built for giants, and from them comes a humming sound like the deep sounds from Aard’s flute, only lower. At times I can barely hear it, but then it grows louder, until it drowns out all other sound.”“And it seems to be drawing you to it.” They all turned to Jord in. " Terry thought it over for a moment. He hadn't planned on usinganother wish yet, but he didn't want to pick up anything nasty while hewas living his fantasy. "Okay, I wish to be permanently immune to allviruses and diseases, especially those spread by sex." Abir smiled. "Wish granted. Now, what is your name?" "My name? Terrance, but I'm called Terry. Why?" "You'll need a new name," Abir said. "Terry could be a female name,but it doesn't go with your new body." "You're right,". I gestured; Anna opened the door.Immediately, the class’s heads popped up. Almost all of them, anyways, a few were way focused on the test in front of them. Mrs MacMillan turned to look at us and glared.Mrs MacMillan was thirty years old. She was the baby of the science department by two decades. She frowned, sitting at her desk, drinking a cup of coffee, playing a crossword on her phone. I liked her. I had her for AP Chemistry 11. This was not the AP class.“You missed class,” Mrs MacMillan. He told me to never wear any panties to work and to shave my pubic hair and I obeyed without a second thought. He told me to wear mini skirt to work and I did. He ate his Chinese food with his chop sticks with one hand while with his other hand he reached up my skirt and played with my bald Japanese pussy. It was so hot and I wanted him to fuck me, but I couldn't be too straightforward because I didn't want him to think I was a slut.After the second week Mr. Pherson started calling for delivery.