Keeping your hands hidden, you type rapidly. Alert for his scathing attention, you craft your revenge on this bully abusing his position. He needs to know fear, to be submissive and...
The fantasies and fury Jeff channeled into perfecting the transformation. He had to swallow a laugh, as he realised he could make Mr. Newman remember his life from before the change, keeping her aware of it all. He knew that Mr. Newman would lose that intimidating height advantage, and the familiar clothes. He'd make her an attractive woman, and quite easily overwhelmed.
Jeff was double-checking the changes as Mr. Newman walked between the desk. Jeff's finger hovered over the 'Initiate Change' icon. He could only guess her reaction, with the rest of the class oblivious to Mr. Newman, ever having been anyone other than Ms. Tanaka.
He allowed her to return to the front of the class. Jeff wanted everyone to see her breakdown.
He stabbed the icon.
Initiate Change.
Instantly, she appeared where he'd been. Over a foot shorter, and wearing the same smart jacket, but now with a matching skirt instead of the trousers.
Her fingers plucked at the hem, desperate to tug it lower. They trembled as she confirmed she had hips and a waist now. Her hands mometarily disappearing, a soft gasp as she confirmed she had breasts and no surprises lurked beneath her skirt. The hem bobbed as she obviously tugged it back down.
Whirling around, she now wore thick glasses, that feel forward at the speed and suddeness of her turn.
Worried cries of "Ms. Tanaka?" erupted around her, as she blinked at the blur of her class. Having to shove them back up her nose to see. Her eyesight was dreadful.
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