The chalk scratched against the board as Mr. Roderick wrote down the plan for the day's biology lesson. He was calm, the entire class listening in silence and writing down the plan in their notes, when suddenly, a crumpled ball of paper hit his back before tumbling on the ground. In that moment, when the class giggled as they saw what just happened, a muscle tightened in his jaw. He was completely sure who just did that - Alec, the F student that was failing this class, who has been causing him trouble ever since he put his foot in this classroom. And that day, he was planning to change things.
Alec continued to do his usual bullshit - a couple more balls of paper thrown at the teacher's back, deliberate whispering of pure stupidity to his classmates and even at one point openly claiming that Mr. Roderick was a bum. The class found his clown activities ridiculous and laughed at them, but Roderick didn't. He would usually start scolding him and threatening to report him to the principal's office, but this time, he just continued leading the lesson as if nothing happened, keeping his composure for until what he had in mind for later.
When the bell rang and the students left the classroom one by one, the teacher stopped Alec from doing so too by grabbing him for the shoulder, not too hard to hurt but firm enough to signal seriousness. "Alec. I have to talk to you. Come, sit down over there" Roderick pointed at the foremost desk of the classroom, while Alec's brows rose as he looked at him. "But it's lunch! I want to-" "If you don't comply, you are not going to pass this class." Alec clicked his tongue and groaned, muttering something under his nose before sitting on the desk and propping his chin on a fist. "What do you want?"
"What do I want?" Roderick repeated as he pulled out a sparkling pink chalk from his pocket and pointed toward Alec. "Alec, I am sick and tired of this behavior, and so are the other teachers. It's time for a change - a change of purpose, of life. You are going to become a teacher. Period." He said with a commanding tone that left no room for protest and he turned around, beginning to write the teacher's code of conduct on the board with the chalk that faintly glowed.
Alec was baffled, quietly and briefly snorting as he desperately held in his laughter. But his amusement quickly died down when a prickling sensation all over his skin showed up just as when he read through part of what was written on the board. Then it began. His bones began creaking and shifting, his spine slowly compressing, making him lose a couple of inches in height. Hair on his hands, legs and other regions mysteriously vanished, leaving him with super smooth skin. His hips pushed outward, the skin around them stretching tight, making him squirm with discomfort and grip the table firmly. His waist suddenly cinched in with invisible pressure around him, pushing air out of his lungs, making him gasp, and to finish it off, the bones in his shoulders shortened and rearranged, narrowing his frame, leaving him with the perfect hourglass bodyshape.
"W-what is happening? Teacher! Something's wrong!" He called out with panic, his voice suddenly cracking and rising in pitch, but the teacher ignored him, keeping on finishing writing the rules in silence. And for whatever reason, he couldn't help but continue reading through the rest, urging the transformation to develop further. He felt some kind of rush run through him - his pubescent skin lost its usual glow, he moved differently, more elegant, and he started thinking differently, almost maturely. Alec looked at his now dainty hands, slender fingers adorned with long nails, and they looked… older. As if he aged a couple of years.
Then, the changes continued from his scalp. The strands of his hair blew in length as they cascaded into waves of blond, the ends briefly reaching his shoulders before floating in the air and being magically tied into a braided bun. His face softened, the jawline left behind its definition and his lips plumped up into a pout. When he took out his phone and looked into the camera… it wasn't his face anymore. Instead, a stranger with pink eyes behind glasses looked back. "What is going on?! Why am I turning feminine?! Teacher!" He shouted again louder and more panicked than before, his voice undeniably that of a woman, and Roderick's lack of response stayed the same. "Why aren't you responding to me?!" Alec got out of his stool and started walking toward the board, but he quickly found out his shoes silently turned into black stilettos, unadjusted to them and falling to the ground with a grunt, his new glasses tumbling far away from him. "Shit!"
As he tried to stand up from the cold ground, he found his vision to be extremely blurry as if he was looking into a fogged-up bathroom mirror, even his hands being hard to make out from up close. His eyes had seemingly became dependent on the glasses, but he has no clue where they fell. "I can't see shit!" While looking for his glasses, crawling on the floor with a racing heart, his clothes began morphing like wet clay. His pants instantly tightened into jeans that hugged his lower half and his shirt shrank into a top, exposing his new flat stomach, and changed like a chameleon into a white-blue striped pattern.
"When were my clothes this tight?!" He muttered annoyedly before he saw some black outlines in the distance reminiscing of the same glasses he sought after. But just as hope surged in his throat and he reached out toward them, a sudden wave of pleasure hit him, making him arch his back as he let out a restrained moan and dropped his hand. His mind fogged from the pleasure, pressure stirred in his chest as two mounds began swelling into D-cup sized breasts, straining the already tight top. They swayed with each pant that he took and the stiff nipples visible under the fabric were brushing against it, sending sparks of arousal that made his cock harden. His lower half started to change too, his backside inflating into round cheeks that were hugged generously by the jeans, jiggling with the slightest movement he made, and his thighs thickened into soft, shapely legs, accentuated more by the pants.
The final changes began showing up. Burning warmth condensed right in his crotch, one that made him shake with unexplained pleasure, made him scratch his nails against the wooden floor. "F-fuck… it feels so good…" Before he could comprehend what was going on, his cock throbbed as it began to soften and began shrinking, slowly retreating until it completely disappeared. His balls followed suit, drawing up and vanishing behind flesh, leaving behind smooth, blank expanse in his groin. And followed by a sharp slicing jolt between his legs, sending a wave of unadulterated bliss across his body, in place of the vacant space appeared delicate, puffy lips with a swelled clit at the top, a virgin pussy sensitive to the touch, throbbing and aching with need, clenching around nothing.
The intense pleasure attack on his - her body subsided, and she panted, recollecting her thoughts and recalling about her situation. As soon as she remembered, she quickly put on the glasses and stood up on wobbly legs, and she gasped with horror as she looked at her body, without a doubt attractive, sexy and way past her adolescence into adulthood. She covered her chest with her arms and she looked up with wide eyes and a reddened face toward the teacher, who was standing there, smirking like a predator. "What the hell?! Why did you do that to me, Roderick~" The sentence died out when it came out of her mouth, realizing that she called him by his name. Suddenly, a painful headache hit her; she clutched her head with her hand as she hissed through the pain, throbbing within the inner walls of her skull, and then it suddenly vanished.
She blinked. Phoebe… didn't remember why she was mad at Roderick. In fact, she didn't remember anything that happened the past few minutes. Flood of new memories filled her mind - life as a smart blond girl, the dreams of becoming a teacher, her deep secrets, her struggles, her happiest moments. She scratched her head, both feeling that she was in the right place and also believing that she wasn't. "Oh," Roderick interrupted the wave of questions that ran through her head. "What's wrong, Phoebe? You've just begun your career as a teacher, and you're already overwhelmed." He clicked his tongue, walking around his desk toward her and reassuringly squeezing her shoulder. "Ah, come on. Is this related to the fact you have a crush on me?" She indeed had an inexplicable crush on him, and she blushed and stepped away from him out of embarrassment, to which he chuckled, his deep voice rumbling through the room. "Don't worry. You'll get used to this." He gestured vaguely toward her. "Like how you signed up, you will teach the students English starting from tomorrow. And if you want some additional tips and advice for your first day…" He went behind her and grabbed a handful of her plump ass, and she sharply gasped but did not pull away, instead standing there, weakly moaning at the contact. "Why not come over my house tonight? I promise, it'll be worth your time…"
No matter how much she tried to deny it, the thought of going to his house excited her more as a future teacher. And the way his hand was planted on her ass turned her on even more.