The day starts out like any other, with the soft morning light filtering through the windows and the humdrum of students settling in their seats. But the moment Mrs. Johnson ushers in a petite figure through the door, it's clear that it's not going to be an ordinary day. Her eyes dance with excitement, twinkling like stars, her long raven hair framing her youthful face. A t-shirt stretches across her full chest and pants grip her wide hips and small waist, shaping a heart at her rear. Yet, th...