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Tracking Tom

At the conclusion to Miss Addison’s class, Tess met up with Janine, phone in her hand and a dozen increasingly frantic texts and three missed calls from her mother.

“She is losing her mind,” Tess murmured, shaking her head.

“Your mom?” the blonde asked.

Tess nodded. “Miss Harwood’s class is next, I think we tell her and enlist her aid,” she suggested.

Janine nodded. “Good idea. Did you see Tatiana bail?” she queried.

“Is she sick?” Tess asked as the pair started moving toward their final class of the day.

“I don’t think so,” Janine replied uncertainly.

Stepping into Miss Harwood’s classroom, the girls were greeted by the lovely teacher, a smile on her face.

Approaching the desk, Tess nodded. “Tom has vanished,” she informed, shrugging her shoulders slightly.

“Vanished?” inquired the teacher, tilting her head to one side.

Janine stepped beside Tess. Opening the fingers on her hand, she blew gently into her open palm before speaking, “Into thin air. Gone.”

Miss Harwood’s brow furled, “Do you think?” she started, leaving the balance of the question unfinished knowing the girls would understand her gist.

“Don’t know,” Tess answered, shaking her head slightly. “We’re pretty sure he was in the library over lunch, but no one remember him leaving and there is no trace of clothing if he, you know, reverted back,” she explained.

“That is strange because Miss Grayson is an absolute hawk when it comes to the comings and goings of students in her domain. Did she mention who else might have also been in the library over lunch? I can’t imagine it would have been too many,” she speculated.

Tess and Janine exchanged glances, neither of them had thought to inquire.

Miss Harwood nodded, “I’ll phone her and see. You two get yourselves seated,” she urged, motioning the girls toward the rows of desks.

Once the bell rang, Katie did a quick attendance check and then set the students to reviewing chapters 11-13 of their text book while she slipped out of the room.

Being honest with herself, she had to admit her first thought wasn’t whether or not Tom was okay, it was whether or not he was small again. She had thoroughly enjoyed having tiny Tom in her charge, sharing him with Cassidy had taken her to new heights of sexual adventure and provided her with the most powerful orgasms she had experienced in her life.

Could it be true? Tom was small again? The thought brought a smile to her face.

Rather than call down to the library, Miss Harwood wanted to talk the librarian in person. If it was true that Tom was small again, she wanted to be able to watch the other teacher’s body language to see if she had taken possession of him.

As Katie entered the library, she sought out Miss Grayson, spotting the woman at her desk in her office.

Rising to her feet, “Miss Harwood,” greeted the librarian.

“Greta,” Katie replied, smiling, eyes scrutinizing the other woman’s face for any physiognomy clue she might have a little Tom somewhere delicate.

“Don’t you have a class?” Asked the librarian.

Nodding, Katie smiled, “I do, but I’m short a handful of students. I had heard young mister Wentworth was here during lunch break?” she inquired.

Greta nodded, “The Wentworth boy, the Falkirk boy, and the Teresova girl,” she answered directly.

Katie frowned, “Tatiana?” she inquired. The girl, like Tom, had been absent from her class. A possibility?

“And you didn’t see him leave?”

“Wentworth? No. The other two yes,” she provided, pausing, the look on her face contemplative.

“And he could have slipped by?” she queried.

“Unlikely, but possible. Though wait, it seems to me I did see the Teresova girl leave with the backpack he brought in,” she ruminated.

“Really? That’s interesting,” Katie mused. If Tom did shrink, did Tatiana smuggle his possession out in Tom’s own backpack. And was that perhaps the reason for her absence from the class. Only one way to find out. “Thank you Greta,” she said with a polite nod.

“Miss Harwood,” replied the librarian.

Crossing the grassy expanse separating the school to the residential dorms, Katie felt a flutter in the bottom of her stomach and smiled, realizing she was actually excited by the prospect of finding a pint sized Tom.

Entering the female residences, she checked the dorm directory and proceeded to Tatiana’s room, knocking on the door, “Tatiana?” she inquired, greeted by the sound of shuffling from the other side of the door.

“One minute,” came the response.

Waiting a moment, Katie crossed her arms under her breasts.

Opening the door, Tatiana’s appearance was disheveled, color staining her cheeks, “Miss Harwood?” she said, voice slightly breathless.

“May I come?” asked the teacher, arching an eyebrow.

Hesitating a moment, Tatiana nodded, “Of course,” she offered, stepping back from the door.

Entering the room, Katie noted the subtle essence of sex lingering in the air, “So, where is he?” she asked, a pleasant smile on her face as she looked for Tom’s back pack, though she didn’t see it.

Tatiana grinned and shook her head, “What? I don’t know what you mean,” she replied.

“Thomas?” Miss Harwood said, hands on her hips.

There was a slight movement of fabric from the edge of the pillow on Tatiana’s bed before the tiny form of the young man emerge, cheeky grin on his face.

“I can explain,” Tatiana offered, the color in her face deepening.

Katie chuckled. Seeing him thusly again stirred animal arousal in her. “Oh there is no need,” she assured.

“I was waiting until after class to return him to Tess,” explained the Slavic beauty.

“You did good to keep him safe,” she assured, “but I think I’ll handle it from here,” offered the teacher, moving closer to the edge of the bed and looking down on Tom as he sheepishly crossed the rumpled top of the bed. How he had been possibly brought back down to this size she wasn’t sure of yet. Not that it overly mattered much at this point. Putting her hand down on the surface of the bed, Katie nodded to Tom and raised her eyebrows, inviting him to climb into her open palm.

Tatiana appeared beside the teacher, big blue eyes fixed on Tom as he clambered in the teacher’s hand.

The feeling of Tom’s little hands and feet in her palm sent a delicious thrill through Katie. She really couldn’t blame Tatiana for taking advantage of the situation, or better put, being drawn in by Tom’s suave charm.

“I’m not sure what to say,” Tatiana mumbled.

Raising her hand from the bed, Miss Harwood looked at the girl and smiled, “It’s all right,” she said calmly.

Tom grinned and winked at the gorgeous Russian.

“I don’t think I need to say it, but for the moment, this is something you should most definitely keep to yourself. You stay here, I’ll mark you in class. I’ll see he is returned to Tess. I don’t see any need to discuss the sharing you and Tom have enjoyed,” Miss Harwood instructed.

Tatiana nodded and issued a small thanks.

“As for you,” Katie said, turning her attention back to Tom, mind swirling with possibilities, “let’s get you back where you belong.”

 

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