This is another take on the take over the high school. It was supposed to be what happened in ALPHA, but that story took a turn as I wrote it and became something else. So this is the other genetic experiment gone wrong. Or right depending on who you are in the story. George, Michelle, Lisa, Jessica, and Ashley are the same characters, just a different setting. Michelle and George just seemed to be the right names for both stories so I hope you don't mind. Please enjoy and if you want to use anything please ask. And again, all people in this story are 18 or older. And one last thing, if your comments are simply something like "you suck", then do everyone a favor and don't waste our time. Be constructive, tell me what I could have done better, and help me learn. Otherwise I'll delete you and that will be that. Thank you.
*****
CHAPTER I
AFTER SCHOOL AT THE SCIENCE LAB
"Damn it, there it goes again. We'll have to redo it."
George grimaced as the fluid boiled over and out of the beaker for the third time. He waited for the sigh and the following commentary on how this was a colossal waste of time and a detriment to their social lives from his lab partner.
"Like, do we have too? This is totally killing my shopping time and I can't see, like what we are doing with this anyway." A whiny breathy voice sounded from behind him as if cued by a director. Michelle, the high school's queen bee was tapping away on her I Phone and had been packing up with the hope that she could finally ditch George the nerdy loser and get on with being popular.
George actually hoped she would. She wasn't really stupid, but she was spoiled rotten, the hottest high school girl in the school, Ms. Popular, captain of the cheerleaders, President of the Fashion club, and a student council member famous for only ever showing up for pictures. She actually wasn't that dumb, her grades were good enough to get into a large college, even if it was known as a party school. But unless you could make her care about something, it was a complete waste of time.
"You know we have to. Unless we keep at this we are both up the creek without a paddle. Ms. Collins will make sure of that. And if she nails us, the others will too."
Michelle opened her mouth and then paused. With a sigh she hopped down and came over to the fume hood. "Well, like, okay. I wash the beaky thing right?"
George shook his head as the "focused" Michelle came out. She wasn't completely stupid, but she was never going to win any scholarships. And given her looks (Blonde, hourglass figure, 36BB tits) and her desire for enjoyment, he didn't think it would matter much.
She began to clean as George started mixing up some of the materials again. Some blood samples from several creatures, some special chemicals his dad had quietly gotten him from work, and some regular high school stuff. The theory was to show a common gene that allowed animals to imprint on adults or "alphas" was the driving force versus it being a learned trait. George knew it was genetic, but getting the proof was a lot harder than he had thought when they had started. Good news was that even if he failed provided he and Michelle wrote it up correctly they would still pass. And he would still get his ride to Stanford and Michelle would pass and get on to whatever a party girl like her did after graduation.
George shook his head at how this had come about and Michelle giggled. "Thinking about how we ended up as partners? I think you were really lucky that Ms. Collins had pity on a nerd like you and hooked you up with the most popular girl in school."
George looked to heaven and thought "Dear God, make her shut up." But he said "I'm that obvious huh? Yeah, you have to admit this is a truly bizarre set up." Out loud.
"No argument there. Those girls could be soooo cool if they would give their cause a rest for a bit. Seriously, if they listened to me for just a bit and took MY advice they'd be party queens and loving life!" Michelle said with a lustful sigh.
"You should try being the guy in that equation. It's a lot less fun than your problem. But either part, it sucks ass." George replied.
The situation that George and Michelle found themselves in was this. Four young, smart, very ideologically driven (and hot by the way) female teachers had started teaching at their high school two years back. Ms. Susan Collins, chemistry and science, Ms. Lisa Jones, math, Ms. Ashley Sims, accounting and business, and Ms. Cynthia Reals, English, had been right out of their respective Master's Programs and this was their first job. Hired at the same time, they had become friends and after the first year had become a force to be feared.
They were strict, they took no crap from anyone, and they were tough. If you worked hard, you would learn a lot under them. They were all very beautiful as well. Susan was a striking brunette with an hourglass figure. Lisa was a former gymnast with a smaller body and tits but toned and diamond hard with lovely light brown hair. Ashley was blonde, nearly natural platinum which she actually dyed to make it more golden and had a nice full set of 36DD tits. Cynthia was a redheaded, green eyed hottie who had a supermodel figure and a set of 36CC tits. She was a swimmer and her body was tight. Normally with that package it would be great to have them as teachers. But there was one more issue that made it painful to deal with them. They were hard core feminists.
George didn't care if they were or not to start with. But soon it became obvious that they had it out for the "patriarchy" and that meant any male who did anything they didn't like. They had ruined the football team's chances at state when they had suddenly flunked several key players for no real reason other than as a protest against football which was a "male domination tool". They had gotten one teacher fired over sexual harassment (under very questionable circumstances) and another had resigned when they had started dropping hints they thought he should be next. They shouted down parents, they ran rough-shod over the union, and generally behaved like entitled bitches that had a stick up their ass.
George had tried to keep his head down and just push though his last year. It was painfully obvious that any male in their class was going to have a tougher time, but if you kept quiet you should be ok. But George had the misfortune to be competing for the same scholarship to Stanford as one of his female classmates.
Once the four teachers had found that out, George had a big target on his back. Where he had been straight A's before, he was barely getting B's. His assignments sometimes "were never turned in" or were turned in late and therefore dropped a grade. It really got worse once they found out George had already been accepted to Stanford regardless of his senior year grades (he had applied on an early entry program and had been selected). They became openly spiteful of him and called him out on every little thing they could. They couldn't stop him from graduating; he already had passed too many classes for that.
But his family needed the scholarship money. He had some other full rides and regardless of what happened his senior year he would go to college. But he wanted Stanford. To get that he needed the scholarship to complement several other ones he had earned. To earn that he had to submit a special lab project through his school.
The girl he was competing again was pretty smart, but she wasn't mean and was actually a casual friend of his. Sandra, the girl in question had actually asked the teachers to lay off him as she wanted to go to UCLA and this experiment was just a fun challenge for her. She had even said if they didn't knock it off she would pull out of the experiment and let him be the only school entry.
George didn't know what had been said behind the closed doors of the lab that afternoon, but all four teachers had marched in there like they were going to burn a witch and an hour later Sandra had come out in tears and had never spoke of dropping again. George had pitied her that hour, and was annoyed at how much support she got. But in a way it was better for him. They tried to simply starve him of any help, but George worked better on his own and was making progress. The four teachers had gotten on Sandra's case and stayed there to make sure she was going beat that "worthless male". George was actually worried that Sandra was going to snap and do something drastic if they didn't let up.
When it became apparent that George was making good progress, they had come up with a novel way to hurt his chances.
They had assigned him a partner. In this case, it was Michelle Dean, Ms. Popular.
George had to hand it to them; it was a clever way to try and sabotage him. And it also served as some punishment for a girl who was pretty much the kind of girl they hated.
Michelle had initially been their project. She was the most popular girl at school and if she signed on with their ideas then they could get the girls all in on their viewpoints and ideas. So they had tried to take her on as their protégé and mold her.
Which had been a massive mistake on their part. Michelle was pretty shallow and dull, but she was also a strong willed girl. She had a stubborn streak a mile wide that was as hard as cast iron. And she did NOT take to being "molded" by some girls who were barely older than she was and "had lousy fashion sense and whose hair needed a LOT of work!" as she had loudly put it once during lunch to the snickers of many in the cafeteria.
Michelle had at first enjoyed the attention, but it turned sour fast. She had openly criticized them when they had flunked some of the football team (one of whom was her boyfriend at the time) because now her cheerleaders couldn't go to state and cheer on TV and party. When they had told her to toe the party line she had instead thrown a massive end of year football/cheerleader party at her place with the rule that you could only come IF you had a date, jocks preferred. The following Monday when Ms. Collins had publically confronted her and accused her of being a tool for the patriarchy Michelle had started to laugh.
"Jesus, you sound like those morons on The View or whatever shit that's called! I'm nobody's tool; I just like to have some fucking fun! Why don't you try once before you end up a lonely bitter bitch with too many cats!"
If it had just been stunned silence that incident might have been allowed to slide. But one kid (unknown to this day) snickered in the crowd and in seconds the whole student body had lost it. Ms. Collins had actually turned purple, and had thrown a titanic tirade later that day when someone had taped up a bunch of cat photos on her office door.
