At the Student's Mercy

These students really were brats. You understand that not everyone is interested in school, and especially English literature, but that was no reason to disturb class constantly and annoy those that were actually interested. So, adjusting your tie and coughing loudly to interrupt the loud chatter happening at the back of the room, your focus fell on James, teen rebel and self-proclaimed leader of this “school sucks” movement. Your eyes met his and he smirked, before asking in a sarcastic tone.

“Oh, sorry teacher… Are we talking too loudly? We’ll try to be quiet; we wouldn’t want people to miss your deep analysis of the Great Gatsby now, would we?”

“That’s enough with the witty remarks James! I think you need to go to the principal’s office now, for class disruption, yet again.”

Instead of triumphantly getting up, or replying with another sarcastic remark, he just sat there at his desk, his intense gaze focused on you, smile growing deeper and more sinister. Then, a snap of his fingers, so powerful it felt like it emitted a shockwave that reverberated throughout the classroom.

“What the hell was that?” You asked, a feeling of dread and imminent danger welling up in you, like he was a hunter and you were his prey.

“Just a little something I learned from my father. First time I am trying this out, actually, and I am very eager to see how it turns out… Now, Mr. Patterson, wouldn’t you say these clothes are quite ill fitting for a man of your stature, and of your dignity?”

You tried to protest, to tell him that your clothes were quite fine for a high school teacher, but somehow you had the feeling that something had changed. Looking down, you withheld a yelp in surprise when you noticed the outfit you were wearing was gone, replaced by a full feminine attire. Tight pencil skirt framed oddly on your masculine hips, bulge straining the front of the piece of tissue, blouse felt tight on the shoulders but loose in the chest area, high heels crushed your feet and made you quite off balance. You could even feel an ill-fitting bra and pair of panties underneath your clothes. Horrified, you looked at your other students to see how they would react to seeing you like this, but surprisingly none of them moved, in fact they all seemed to be frozen in place!

“They can’t help you, it’s just you and me here. We are in this reality bubble, and in here I can do just about anything to you. Now how about we make you fit better into those clothes, Mrs. Patterson?”

Once again, the changes happened all at once. It’s like all James had to do was think about something, and it became reality, your reality. The clothes were fitted perfectly to you now, much to your despair. Shoulders narrowed in and breasts filled the cups of your bra, panties lay flat on your crotch while digging in slightly into your enlarged ass, skirt rounded at the hips and tightened at the waist, heels encased your now dainty feet perfectly. It was done you were now a full woman, long hair, makeup and everything.

“Wow, you are looking great! You really put the ass in the hard ass teacher hahaha! But I feel like we can go more exotic. How ironic would it be if we had an Asian teacher for English Lit, right Mrs. Nakamura?”

The changes were less drastic than last time, eyes became slanted, skin tone shifted to a tanner look, hair darkened to a rich brown color. You shook your head in protest, trying to fight the changes somehow, but it was futile, James had all the power over you. How dare he change you like this? Who did this little brat think he was?

“James! What the hell are you doing to me! Change me back this instant! I will not be your toy to mess around with.”

“Sakura… Can I call you Sakura? I feel you don’t understand the position that you are in. Your whole life is in my hands. I am being generous and letting you keep your cozy job as a teacher, mostly because I like seeing you around and want to enjoy watching you live your life as a Japanese woman, coming to school every day wearing skirts and high heels, but make no mistake that I can take all that away and make your life a living nightmare. In fact, I think a small demonstration is in order.”

Before you had a chance to recant your statement and protest, James snapped his finger again, and the whole classroom disappeared. Suddenly you were on a street corner in the poor district, still in your new body, but this time wearing something much more provocative, much skimpier. Quickly you realized what was going, and tried running away, but found that you couldn’t control your body anymore. An old man walked up to you, smiling in a perverse way while ogling your deep cleavage.

“How much?”

You felt yourself smile back against your will before answering with a very broken accent.

“Me sucky fifty dollars. Fucky is hundred. Me like you very much. You handsome. Me horny for you! Me so wet!”

He took out a wallet and showed you a bunch of twenties. You smiled and grabbed his arm, following him back to a sleazy motel room, and as you started undressing for the man who had just paid you like the whore you were, you heard a snap and were brought back to the classroom and a smiling James, your clothing restored, but your dignity still shattered.

“See? Now you will your life as Sakura Nakamura, the respected and classy teacher, who just happens to have me as her favorite student, and lets me do what I want in her class, or else I just might make you this nameless hooker again, forever. Let’s try not to have that happen, shall we?”

Still shaken from the experience, you nodded quietly. With a smile, James snapped his fingers again, and the bubble burst, letting time resume its flow for all the other students, who all had their eyes riveted on you, the teacher. They didn’t react to your change in appearance, it seemed that for them you had always been this person. Not wanting to displease James, you had to continue the lesson as of nothing had happen, feeling the eyes your male student fixated on your womanly curves, making you become red in humiliation. Grabbing the book, you noticed that you were now doing a review of Memoirs of a Geisha. Really James?

“So, as I was saying, Memoirs is a book from the perspective of…” James interrupted you with a raised hand.

“Mrs. Nakamura? May I go to the washroom.” He really dragged out your name, simply to further humiliate you, smirking the whole time. Normally you would have said no, but of course now you didn’t have any power over this teen who had just reshaped your whole reality.

“Of course, James, anything for my favorite student!”

You gritted your teeth as you said it. This was going to be tiresome. Hopefully James would be lenient with his powers and change you back once he graduated at the end of the year, but you somehow had a feeling that he wouldn’t, and that you would be stuck as Sakura Nakamura the English Literature teacher for a very long time.

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