Good professor, terrible student (part 1) (request)

"It's incredible... I can't answer even this very simple question... It's a "first

year" question, and I should be a senior! Well, not really... I should be a

professor! But even in this body I should be at least at the level of a graduate

student! And instead I'm failing miserably even in this afternoon remedial

course... At this rate I will fail and I will have to repeat the year..."

3 months ago my name was Prof. David Rogers, the best math professor in

the city. I was able to improve most of my students... with a few exceptions.

One of the most desperate cases was Isaac, a student simply unable to

understand math. Although he had already failed twice and was now 21, he

barely reached the level of a 16 year old.

During a Parents meeting 3 months ago, Isaac's mother was attacking and

insulting me, blaming me for her son's poor performance. I couldn't resist

anymore, and I said what I wanted to tell her for at least 3 years: "My other

students have all improved. The truth is simple. Your son is just stupid.".

Isaac's mother's anger escalated, and she slammed the door saying "You will

regret these words of yours, Professor Rogers!".

I don't know what happened, but the next day I woke up in a room that wasn't

mine... and especially in a body that wasn't mine!

Instead of a 35-year-old man, I was a petite 18-year-old senior high school

girl in an all pink and terribly feminine room!

And my height had gone from 6'2 to no more than 5'1!

Nobody remembered a "Prof. David Rogers": everyone remembered me as

"Daphne Connor", including my ex-wife... or rather "my mother", in this new

reality!

I begged Isaac's mother to undo her curse, but she always denied knowing

what I was talking about, even though I'm sure she was lying. But I'm helpless.

I had to get used to this new life.

And as a further mockery... I'm really terrible at math!

Even the problems that a 12 year old can solve are incomprehensible to me!

I have a constant "F" in math, and my only hope is to get through this stupid

afternoon remedial class... but I'm the worst in class here too! Isaac is better

than me in this class, and he always teases me. It is terribly humiliating! But

at least he talks to me... he is one of the few who talk to me... I might be

forced to ask him for help in math, to pass this course.

What a terrible humiliation!

[request by Personae Swaps]