“Don’t worry, my darling,” she whispered. “I trust
you.” She zipped up his pants and adjusted her skirt.
She waited a minute while her breasts shrank back to
their regular size then buttoned up her blouse. When
she had returned everything to normal she leaned in
front of Bobby and snapped her fingers. The boy woke
with a start.
***
“I said have you been listening to anything I’ve said?”
she growled.
Bobby looked around, confused then looked at her.
“Um… Yes… ma’am. I’m very sorry for what I did.” he
stammered. Ms. Smith turned away from him and crossed
her arms.
“I’m afraid sorry isn’t going to be enough, Mr.
Calloway. You have detention from now until Friday.
Understood?”
The boy hung his head.
“Yes ma’am…” he mumbled.
“Good, now get out of my office.” Bobby stood and
scurried for the door.
“Yes ma’am. I promise this won’t happen again.”
She shot him a death look.
“See that it doesn’t,” she said with menace in her
voice. Bobby exited in hurry, leaving Ms. Smith alone
in her office. When she was sure he was gone she
stretched and slid her hands down to her belly. A small
sigh escaped her; he had been fantastic. Not the best,
but certain better then the last two. She hoped he
would get in trouble again so she could get him back to
her office. Maybe she could even get him to come to her
home. Now that was idea. The things she could do there
would be…
She stopped in mid thought and glanced down. She had
felt it, hadn’t she? She waited a moment longer and
sure enough she felt it again. A movement, like a tiny
flutter, rippled in her belly. She smiled. The boy WAS
good. Rarely did fertilization occur this quickly. She
grabbed her coat and hit the comlink on her desk.
“Mrs. Harris,” she beeped to her secretary. “Please
cancel all of my appointments today, I think I’m coming
down with something.” With that, she went for the door.
***
As Ms. Smith drove along the highway heading home, she
marveled at how pretty the changing colors of the
leaves were and how clean and crisp the air smelt. It
was nothing like her home world, Dyrata. There black
clouds had blocked the sun and you couldn’t drink the
water. There had been virtually no animal life left
anywhere and the lack of ozone made going outside
hazardous. Social upheavals happened on a daily basis
and those that were in power hoarded what little they
could.
It all had finally come to a head when, during war for
scarce resources, a nuclear exchange decimated the
world and wiped out its population. The few who had
been lucky enough to escape were scattered across the
galaxy. Some died out in the loneliness of space, but
others had landed on other worlds and began colonizing.
Smith had landed on this world five years ago and was
shocked by what she found. The inhabitants, while
advanced, where emotionally immature and petty. They
fought over such silly things as skin color and sex.
They argued over government systems and killed each
other for no reason. It had disgusted her so much that
finally she decided that they needed to be destroyed.
But how? She was only one. Even with her advanced
technology and powers she alone could not purge this
world. Then it hit her: instead of destroying them, why
not replace them? She could do that.