Whispers of a Fat Lesbian: The Unlikely Tale of Ms. Pui Mayank

"Hey, Trudy with a 'y'," Ms. Pui Mayank called down the hallway of the Gideon Memorial Senior High School, "you got plans tonight?"

Trudy Amherst tossed her head and looked away. She adjusted her backpack and then hugged it to her chest as she continued walking.

"You hear me, tubby," drawled Ms. Mayank from up ahead again, "I'm talking to you."

Suddenly feeling short of breath, Trudy paused outside the home economics room. It took a moment for her to gather enough air in her lungs so that she could speak.

"J-Just going home," she stammered quietly.

"Well mosey on over here," said Ms. Mayank breezily as she pulled open her classroom door and gestured inside with one hand – which rippled under the weight of its own fat – so that it was nearly invisible from certain angles, "I need someone to carry something for me."

Trudy cautiously walked forward and into the room. She let the door swing closed behind her while trying not to make any loud noises in doing so.

"You can leave your bag by my desk," offered Ms. Mayank as she waddled toward a table by the oven and picked up a large mixing bowl full of batter.

"No knives this time?" asked Trudy cheekily as she set down her backpack by the teacher's chair at the front of the classroom.

"Nah," sighed Ms. Mayank as she glared down at Trudy through eyes heavily made-up with mascara and eyeshadow in shades that would have been scandalously bright if they were on anyone else: electric blue matched with purple sparkles, "that's only on Fridays when I really want to get your attention."

"Sorry I said anything," muttered Trudy under her breath as her face began to redden with embarrassment.

Ms. Mayank hefted the mixing bowl and began to turn toward Trudy's position when she suddenly stopped and gasped. She froze for a moment, her eyes wide with panic, while the batter in the bowl sloshed over the sides and onto the floor.

Trudy stared at Ms. Mayank in surprise, unsure of what was happening. The teacher's breathing became rapid and shallow as she clutched at her chest with one hand while using the other to support her weight against a nearby counter.

"I need my…" began Ms. Mayank breathlessly before trailing off into silence.

"Ms. Mayank?" asked Trudy uncertainly as she carefully took a step toward her teacher, "are you okay?"

Unable to respond, Ms. Mayank slowly sank down onto the floor. Her landing was relatively gentle since most of her body was already there by that point.

Trudy stood still for several seconds before realizing that she should probably do something to help – or at least go get someone else who could help - Ms. Mayank.

She picked up her backpack from where it lay on the floor but hesitated before heading out into the hallway in search of another teacher or staff member. Glancing back at Ms. Mayank, Trudy wondered if maybe it would be better to just leave quietly instead.

Not wanting to make any sudden movements that might draw attention to herself, Trudy slid open the pocket on the side of her backpack and pulled out her phone.

Her fingers moved quickly over its surface as she sent a single message: See you tomorrow - T

She hit 'send' and then carefully zipped up her backpack once more before walking quietly out of the room.