This choice: ...to just stick to changing the girls in this classroom. • Go Back... Better to start simple and work my way up to the bigger changes, Erik Jackson thought. First I can focus on the girls here in my class then see if I can change myself or the world.
As his students continued to focus on their text books Mr. Jackson brought the mysterious recorder to his lips and spoke again taking care to craft his sentences properly. 'The previous change I made to make the girls dress sluttier is reversed and they have returned to their previous clothes.' This was more of a test command than anything else; he needed to see if he could easily change things back like an undo button. After pressing the stop button Mr. Jackson heard the same sound again, though this time it sounded more like a crackling energy than bells. Just like that all the girls magically returned to their previous clothes.
A blast of giddy excitement ran through Mr. Jackson's body from head to toe. He felt like a little boy on Christmas, not the 31 year old math teacher he was. He looked around the room at the various girls glad to see them no longer dressed as sluts, but he did sort of miss seeing Vanessa in her schoolgirl outfit. Maybe he could try for something a little more sensible while still in the realm of fantasy.
He spoke into the dictaphone again: 'Oswald High School is a private, all girl school with a school uniform dress code with a mandatory skirt.' Energy crackled again. First Mr. Jackson watched as first the boys in his class vanished then were replaced with girls. Then the room around him changed becoming much nicer: the faded paint became fresh and clean, the used textbooks became new, even the desks looked spotless. Finally all the girls' clothes changed yet again into matching uniforms. They were simple, a white button up shirt with a navy blue sweater and matching pleated skirt, but Mr. Jackson couldn't help but feel his erection tent his pants at the sight of 30 attractive girls with legs on display. He knew as a teacher he shouldn't have such thoughts about his students, but the power he now held in his hand was changing what he viewed as right and wrong in a big way. From this point on he would decide what was right and wrong.
Mr. Jackson returned to teaching the lesson he had planned and spent the next half an hour walking up and down the aisles of the class enjoying the sight of the girls. Of course there was one girl in particular that he enjoyed most of all. Vanessa must have altered her uniform a bit because the skirt was much shorter than anyone else's, this combined with her 6 foot stature put her long toned legs on proud display. She had also selected a shirt that was a size or two too small and squeezed her monumental breasts together while straining her buttons. Vanessa had undone the top two and was showing off tightly packed cleavage to the world. Mr. Jackson would slow down as he passed Vanessa's desk and let his eyes linger on her amazing body.
Finishing his lecture he set his class to work on a group assignment. He sat at his desk watching girls go this way and that, all the while the itch to use the recorder growing. Vanessa was on her feet with her back to Mr. Jackson. The tall and busty blonde glanced over her shoulder to see if Jackson was watching, then she bent over a desk pushing her rear into the air and extending her legs. Her skirt rose just enough for him to get a glance at her red panties then, just to drive the point home, Vanessa placed her hand on the back of her thigh then slowly slid it upward until she was cupping her perfect ass.
Erik loudly cleared his throat. 'Ms. Barnes, could you come here for a moment please?'
Vanessa turned and poked a finger into her bust while putting on her best innocent girl face. 'Me, Mr. Jackson?'
'Yes. You, Vanessa.'
The statuesque teen approached her teacher's desk and was about to speak when he cut her off; he'd always found that the best way to deal with Vanessa was to be direct and make sure she knew who was in charge.
'What, exactly, do you think you're doing?' he demanded.
Vanessa giggled and walked around his desk. She leaned on the armrest of his chair and made sure her cleavage was right in his face. 'I know how much you enjoy watching me. I doubt you've ever seen a body like mine before in your life and I see the way your eyes move over my tits and my ass. I just want to show you a good time, Mr. Jackson.' Now she leaned in close so that her mouth was right next to his ear and her breath was hot and wet on his neck. 'I love it when you watch me and I love showing off for you because I love giving you a look at what you can never touch. You know that, right? No matter how bad you want to - and I know you want it sooooo bad - you will never, ever have me.'
Vanessa stood back up to her full 6 foot height. 'May I return to my group now?' she asked with a smirk.
'Of course, Ms. Barnes.' Erik tried to make it look like he was holding back his anger when in reality he wanted to burst out laughing. This insolent little brat thought she had the better of him and he didn't mind letting her think that for the moment.
Never? Erik thought as he picked up the dictaphone, yeah, we'll see about that.
He was about to speak a command that would make Vanessa fall so desperately in lust for him that she'd lose her mind. Then they'd really see who couldn't have whom, but he paused. Was it too petty to concern himself with this high school bully, even if she was a knockout? Perhaps it was time to make some changes to his own life and leave this teaching job behind. Fame and fortune were within his grasp and so very tempting. Then again, Vanessa was right, he had wanted to get his hands all over her for a very long time. Perhaps fame could wait just a little longer...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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