This choice: Ms. Hoover, Pete's Strict Math Teacher • Go Back...Chapter #4Mathematical! by: Rita   "I'm Ms. Hoover!" Pete was shocked at his reflection, which was now an exact replica of his bitchy calculus teacher. The last he saw this face, it was nagging him about unfinished homework assignments. Ms. Hoover had always been on Pete's case the moment he walked into her classroom. No matter what he did, whether it be looking out a window for a moment or having to sharpen his pencil more than once, Ms. Hoover would talk to him about it. Pete had lost track how many detentions she had given him this semester alone. A month ago, Pete's mother had talked to the principal, Mr. Pound, about what she interpreted Ms. Hoover's behavior towards her son as unnecessary and borderline harassment. Since then, Ms. Hoover had backed off punishing Pete, but would often give him dirty look during class. Pete had no idea what her problem was, not remembering doing anything to deserve her wrath. But none of that seemed to matter to Pete at the moment, as he was now trapped inside her body. This is a nightmare! Pete stared at in horror at the mirror, I'm trapped as this bitch forever? Emily loudly cleared her throat, bringing Pete's attention back up to her.
"I feel like I should remind you that you aren't actually Ms. Hoover, Pete." Emily simply stated to her dumbfounded brother, "You're just a exact copy of her. You did turn into Ms. Hoover, right?"
"Well, yeah," Pete said, trying his best to calm down from the crazy situation, "I, mean, This is what she looks like. This is even what she was wearing today,"
"Yeah, the spell will also transform your clothing into what the hair touched last," Emily rubbed her chin, as she looked Pete up and down, "Wow, I remember Ms. Hoover. She was my calculus teacher. She's probably yours too, huh?"
"Yes, unfortunately," Pete whined in Ms. Hoover's voice, "Lucky me,"
"What are you bitching about, Pete?" Emily asked, annoyed at her little brother's negativity, "What's so wrong with Ms. Hoover?"
"Do you mean besides the fact that I look like her now?" Pete asked sarcastically, but Emily nodded anyways, "She's the worst! Always yelling at me for the stupidest shit. She hates my guts for no reason and now I'm stuck looking like her!"
"Whoa, calm down Pete," Emily could see how distressed his brother was, "You're not stuck like this forever. The spell isn't permanent. You think I would turn my only brother into some random woman forever?"
"I wasn't really thinking about it," A wave of relief rushed over Pete, "So you can turn me back to normal?"
"Of course!" Emily patted Pete on the back, "I'm a very powerful witch after all. But it's gonna have to wait, I need to observe you for a while. Just to make sure the spell worked correctly,"
"As long as it's not forever," Pete sighed, happy to know this wasn't permanent, but still not thrilled about being transformed into a middle aged woman in the first place, "Just kind of wished I wasn't Ms. Hoover. I think I would be happier with looking like literally anyone else,"
"God, are you going to complain all night," Emily crossed her arms in frustration, "How many people do you think get to experience transformation? Not many, Pete. This is will be an illuminating experience for you. Besides, even if Ms. Hoover is a little bit older than the high school girls you're used to, at least your not ugly. In fact, I think Ms. Hoover has a pretty killer body."
"What are you talking about?" Pete didn't even register his sister's comment. He looked back at the mirror to reexamine his new face. Before the transformation, the only time Pete saw this face was in the form of death glares or shouting. Without the usual expression of hatred and disgust, the face wasn't half bad. In fact, Pete noticed how hot Ms. Hoover would be if she stopped being so miserable all the time. I can't believe I haven't noticed this before, Pete brought a hand up to his new face, Ms. Hoover would be a total cougar if she wasn't so awful. The more Pete stared, the more attractive Ms. Hoover became. She's a total babe! Pete thought for a moment, and chuckled slightly, I guess that makes me a babe too!
Pete's eyes then found themselves drifting south towards his new chest. Pete had never even glanced at Ms. Hoover's chest before, either from disinterest or actual fear of what she might do if she spotted him taking a peep. She would bury me alive if she saw me looking at her tits like this Pete thought, then a devious smile appeared on his new face, Not like she can stop me now. Pete's curiosity brought his two new manicured hands up to Ms. Hoover's breasts and cupped each one. Whoa Pete giggled to himself at the new sensation his body was giving him as well as the ridiculousness of the situation, Oh, to see Ms. Hoover's face as she saw me playing with her tits! That would be priceless! Emily interrupted her brother's fun with another loud throat clearing, bringing his attention back towards her again.
"Pete, you'll have plenty of time to violate your teacher's body later," Emily reached for notebook and a pen, ready to jot down notes, "Don't forget I turned you into Ms. Hoover for a reason. Now you appear to be identical to her, but I need to make sure, just in the very unlikely case I messed up. Now in order to do this, I'm going to need you to...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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