That stuck up bitch. Amanda thought to herself.Always so snooty. She could use some nooky from a platoon of road-workers. She eyed Jenny from over the rim of her newspaper. As she stared, her face and figure changed subtly. Oh crap. The jewelry! Amanda grinned evilly, she would make sure Jenny was the school hussy before today's first lesson.
It started with her face. Her lips puffed up, her cheeks swelled and softened and her horn-rimmed glasses morphed into a pair of retro chic half-shades. Neither her nor the janitor seemed to notice. They just continued their chat as if nothing out of the ordinary went on. All the while, her changes continued. She still had her perm, but her hair had colored a silky titian, her gray hairs completely vanished. The white blouse had started to tighten around her curves, she was now sporting a fair amount of cleavage and, Amanda noted, one of her boobs was adorned partially with a tribal tattoo.
Amanda noted her guise was quite different as well. Now using every excuse to make physical contact, subtly playing with her hair, even licking her lips from time to time. This girl didn't mind boys looking at her. In fact, she couldn't get enough of it. Her make-up had intensified to heavy eye-liner, glittery purple lipstick and heavy foundation. A tiny metal piercing was protruding from her nose, and around her neck a laced black choker had appeared.
After the changes had completed, Jenny leaned in on the janitor and whispered something in his ear. The janitor instantly turned red, making Jenny giggle. She got up, giving Amanda the first time to see her spectacular ass and smoothly shaven, well-defined legs, supported by a pair of envy-inducing stilettos. She walked over to the door and looked back at the janitor naughtily, who quickly followed track. God knows what those two where up to, and in what broom-closet they were going to do it.
Amanda was alone again. She just momentarily admired her new stilettos, put down her newspaper and went over to the coffee-maker for a refill and gazed out the window. Students wouldn't be arriving for another hour or so, but a couple of the teachers was outside enjoying a smoke, gathering strength for the day to come.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.08 seconds at 6:50pm on Apr 18, 2025 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
