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Edits - Ch 4.3.2
🕑 Added 2022-07-24 21:21:54 +0000 UTCChapter 4.3.2 - He makes Mr. Jacobson 16.
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Tim decided that Mr. Jacobson ought to try out being the same age as his students. It seemed fitting, somehow, that he would also be the twin brother to his own daughter.
Tim erased the 45 for age in the caption and replaced it with 16.
When Tim saved the change, a new text box appeared that asked him “Do you wish to automatically revise the rest of the caption to better match the subject’s new age?” There was a “Yes” and a “No” button beneath the question. Tim pressed “Yes.”
A new popup appeared with a loading bar filling up as it started “Initializing changes.”
Tim watched Mr. Jacobson closely, looking for the first signs of the change. It took a few seconds before the teacher began to look subtly younger. His scattered gray hairs darkened to match the rest of his brown hair. The lines on his face faded away, smoothing out his skin. Looking fresh-faced and energetic, his lecture became more passionate. As a consequence of his revitalization, the students who had been paying little attention to him started to notice that something out of the ordinary was happening. Their teacher seemed less like a veteran educator and more like a man just out of college. Then, he looked like he belonged in college.
Through all of the changes, Mr. Jacobson had not noticed anything different. That only lasted until he descended into his teen years and hit puberty going the wrong way. Becoming a pimple-faced teen, his voice cracked up awkwardly and his clothes hung loosely from his dwindled frame. He cleared his throat, tightened his belt, and tried to continue his lecture.
His change in tone drew the attention of his students. Many of them had been daydreaming and were woken up by noticing that someone their age appeared to be wearing their teacher’s clothes and trying to teach. The students started whispering and giggling as they realized their teacher appeared to have become a teenager again.
Seeing his students’ amusement, a 16-year-old Mr. Jacobson chided them, “Students, please act your age.”
The students just chuckled at him attempting to order them around.
Mr. Jacobson looked ready to respond with some kind of punishment, but he was interrupted by the sensation of his clothes shrinking to better fit his teenager body. He looked down at himself, becoming aware at last of how his body had transformed, and worriedly asked, “What is going on?”
The whine started up again from Tim’s phone, growing more piercing until it ended in a burst of blinding light.
“Adam,” said some girl in the front of the room. “What are you doing up there?”
The teen boy who had been their teacher looked around the room nervously and replied, “I-I don’t know.”
“Better sit down before the teacher gets here,” the girl said.
Adam nodded and hurried to take a seat in the front row.
“Where is the teacher?” someone asked. “Does anyone know how long do we have to wait before we can walk out?”
Tim’s phone buzzed, and he checked it. A notification had appeared: “Would you like to select a subject to be the new teacher for the class?” He pressed the notification and saw that all of the pictures he had taken for the app were available in a gallery, including his photo of Danielle, his picture of little Adam, and his selfie with the whole class.
He could pick any of them to be the new teacher.
Who would he choose?
He turns himself into the teacher.
He turns Danielle into the teacher.
He turns a girl in the class into the teacher.
He turns a boy in the class into the teacher.
