Teaching the Teacher a Lesson

 Once again you heard snickering and giggling from the back of the class, as you were turned around and writing on the board. Usually you were pretty tolerant but this little trio had been getting on your nerves lately, disturbing your class on multiple occasions. Finally deciding it was too much, you set down the chalk before you had even finished the equation on the board and turned back to face the class, calling the girls out.

"Anything you would like to share with the class girls? What is it that you find so funny that it absolutely could not wait after class?"

The three girls looked to face you, looking a little surprised, as you usually weren't as forward as this, but enough is enough, you had to stand up to them and not let them turn this very advanced and complex mathematics class into ridicule.

"Oh nothing sir." Said Stephie, the blond southern girl. "It's just that, your jeans seem to be a little tight around the waist and butt."

More giggling. But, more importantly, she was right, the jeans did feel tight down there now. Did they shrink down? That wasn't right, they were fine when you put them on this morning, weren't they? Something was off.

"Look! His jeans are so tight that they are starting to rip out in front. Teach has got some thick thighs!" That was Kimmie, the Korean girl. And as she said that, you did notice something strange occur, as you were paying attention now. Indeed your jeans were shrinking in size, but your bottom half was also gaining mass, in all the wrong places! You looked around class, astounded at what was happening, but none of the students, looked surprised at all, in fact it seemed like they were not paying any attention whatsoever to you, working on papers or typing away on their cellphones. What was going on?

"What are you girls doing to me?" You ask, dumbfounded.

"Us? We aren't doing anything, sir. We are just commenting on how those heels you are wearing make you long legs look good, and also they really make your huge butt stick out!" The last of the trio, Samantha, the black girl with a killer butt herself mentioned.

You felt yourself lurch as your shoes morphed into a pair of golden heels, making you stumble. As you grabbed on to your desk for balance, you felt your rear ballooning behind you, stretching out the fabric of your pants until your impressive booty was barely contained.

"And those high waist tight jeans makes your curves really stand out! Large hips, big butt, flat crotch, you are looking real good Miss Dana!"

A sucking sensation in your groin area left the front of your pants as flat as board, while your hips to wide child bearing proportions. Wait, miss Dana? Dana wasn't you name, your name was... How could you not remember your own name?

"How could you do this to me? I am just a math teacher trying to make a living? What did I do to deserve this?"

"Math teacher? Oh no Miss Dana, you are not nearly smart enough for that. No you are the Home Economics teacher, you were just showing off this new top that you made yourself! Really brings out your African heritage! As a proud black woman myself, I really appreciate and respect that."

With that, all yout knowledge of advanced mathematics vanished, replaced by basic knowledge of cooking, cleaning, sewing and child care. This wasn't you, this wasn't who you were meant to be, this was all wrong! You were a proud black woman, not a white man! Wait, what?

"And I have to say those hoop earings look really good along with your very long straight black hair! It must take you hours the iron it to be straight like that!"

Earings that you would have found tasteless in your previous life materialised on your ears, while your hair lengthened all they way down to your butt, to the point that you actually felt it tickle down there.

"Yes you look real nice, Miss Dana. And you know what, every day you are going to wear some tight revealing clothes, and come teach us with a smile, because you love nothing more than to feel the leer of your male students on your curves. You like to show off from them, stick your butt up high when you bend down to pick up a dropped pencil. Angle you ass and cleavage for maximum appeal when you lean on a student's desk to help them out. Yes that gets your motor running, you even masturbate in the private washroom of the teachers lounge between classes to keep yourself in check. What a naughty, girly teacher you now are. Now now, regain your composure, you have a class to teach, and remember, all eyes are on you."

Suddenly the students attention snapped back on you. You felt your heart beat faster. Out of fear, horror, stress, but also, excitement, and arousal. Turning around, you noticed that all equations were gone from the board. All that was left was the pattern you had used for the shirt you were wearing. And so, instinctively, you started talking about the technique you had used, falling into the role of Dana, the slutty and girly black teacher with a butt to die for.