Chapter #5Close to teacher by: Gator   ... his biology teacher Miss Aoi, who sat on the opposite end of the couch from Paula.
The Japanese women was in her late thirties, though she looked like she was in her twenties. She had a very attractive face, with gorgeous plump lips, pretty brown eyes and straight, dark hair that fell roughly level with her neck and was pinned beneath a purple Alice band. Her pleasant body was covered by her usual attire: a matching set of a dark green suit top and a pencil skirt.
She was the mother of one of his classmates, a boy James' wasn't close friends with but on good terms with. His mother and father had never married but weren't bitter or hostile towards each other, having worked together to raise their child. James wasn't sure if they were still in touch, but he knew they didn't live together.
She was definitely one of James' favorite teachers, and that wasn't just because of her looks and body. She had a reputation among the students for being draconian, but James knew that was false. Sure, she could be quite strict and temperamental, but she was also very kind and caring, and more than willing to go the extra mile for students who needed extra help. She and him were basically friends, so it was a nice surprise to see her.
"Hello, James." Miss Aoi spoke, her English perfect. "I came over to help you pick your grades up a bit." She paused, biting her bottom lip, before continuing. "...Your mother told me you wanted to show me something."
James was about to respond when Paula interjected. "Oh yes! James has something very special for you." His mother grabbed his wrist. James blinked and looked at her hand. Then his eyes widened as she smiled, and he felt a familiar feeling overtake him. Paula evilly whispered "Show her, James."
In an instant, and against his will, James' body was turned into nothing more than a bright-red pencil skirt in his mother's grasp. This was a power Paula had over him, one she'd used - to him, abused - throughout his life. He would be trapped as whatever item she wanted, be it a cushion to rest her fat rear on or a bra to carry her sweaty breasts. The woman had no shame. As a child, it would take him days, sometimes a whole week, to be able to transform back. At his current age, he only had to wait around three hours.
"Mom!" James yelled at Paula. Another power of her's was being able to hear him when he was transformed through contact, and he was going to make his extreme disagreement with her actions clear. Even if it was pointless. "Stop this, right n-"
"It's a shame you can't hear him. He's just so happy!" Paula paid no mind to her son's protests, smiling over at the other woman. She held the vibrantly colored piece of clothing out to her. "You wouldn't want to make him sad now, would you?"
The teacher looked at James' new form nervously. She had heard rumors of the boys ability to transform floating around school, but she'd never actually seen him do so before. Now, she had not only witnessed it, but he wanted her to wear him as well? She swallowed down the lump in her throat, and quietly spoke. "He... he really wants this?"
Paula nodded. James screamed, but Miss Aoi had no way of knowing.
Standing up, she slowly unbuttoned her own skirt, letting it drop down to floor. James and Paula both got a good view of her legs, butt and panties - white and decorated with red hearts. Paula wolf whistled. James would be blushing if he wasn't just an article of clothing, but all he could really do was screech at his mother, who continued to ignore him. Then Miss Aoi reached for him, and James gave one last scream "Nooooo!" before the connection broke, and his mother handed him over with a big, fat grin on her face. His teacher examined him, taking in every inch of him and tenderly running her fingers over his fabric. This is wrong. She thought. And yet...
Gently she lowered the skirt down, and began wrapping it around her waist. James was secured tightly around the hips of Miss Aoi, forced to contain and cling to her hips and shapely posterior. It felt like her left cheek was pressing onto his face, and her right cheek was pressing onto his... privates. If the situation had been different, he would definitely enjoy it, but at the moment every drop of pleasure brought with it waves of embarrassment. His teacher was breathing faster than normal; the knowledge that she was wearing him and the feeling of him hugging her rump was more exciting than she'd ever admit.
Then Paula slapped her ass, sending a sharp jolt through both the teacher and the transformed boy. The flushed and annoyed educator glared at the blonde, who merely laughed before taking another sip of her drink.
Picking up her things and tucking her now spare skirt in her handbag, Aoi left as a quickly as she could, not wanting to be around James' mother any longer. She gave her goodbye and then headed to the front door, James absorbing every step she took. "Have fun you two!" Paula laughed from the living room. Aoi slammed the door behind her.
Outside, Miss Aoi looked down at her bright-red skirt, and softly stroked it. "Let's not worry about your mother for now, James." She cooed, before making her trek somewhere a little more private.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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