Melona's heart sank as she grasped the reality of the situation. She had been speaking without thinking, and now this was happening. Sure, Professor Honeydew was an attractive woman, but she didn't want, well, this to have happened. It wasn't her fault. She let a stray, immensely stupid impulse to the talking for her, and now her professor was--
"Melmel?" asked Professor Honeydew, "What were you going to say?"
"Class is gonna start in 10 minutes, right?"
"Oh, right!" Honeydew grinned. "I bet that'll be fun, right? The things I can do for you now that--"
Melona shook her head. "Professor, look." She needed to get things back on track. "Let's um. Do some roleplaying, alright?"
Honeydew smiled. "Oh, that sounds fun."
"Yeah," said Melona. "And you're gonna roleplay as your old self."
Honeydew frowned. "Alright. But why?"
Melona struggled to think of the right words. "Because nobody's gonna know how horny you are," she said. "Nobody's gonna know that you're my um. You know."
Honeydew nodded. "I guess, Melmel. But are you sure you don't want me to do anything?"
Melona thought. "Okay, here's an idea. Don't use me for demonstrations, alright? I don't like that."
Honeydew nodded slowly, obviously confused. "That's--hot? I guess?"
"Yeah," said Melona. "Because you liked doing that so much before, and now I'm--" she shook her head. She needed to fix this, and she needed to fix this as soon as she could. "Look, nevermind. Let's just get to class, alright?"
"Okay, Melmel," said Honeydew, doing an incredible impression of her former self. "I'll see you in class."
Melona waited for Honeydew to get further away from the library, then started the trek to the classroom.
She could only hope that things would be normal.