"Tell me," the teacher purred, "what is two minus two?"
What kind of question was that? It was so obvious! The question itself was insulting. It was two!
Jon frowned, wondering what this woman's game was. To ask him such a childish question like what's two minus two! It was clearly two!
Or... Wait... Was it?
It made sense that two minus two would be two. After all, you start with two minus two, and if you take away two, you'd just have two... Right?
It seemed obvious, and yet... Jon had the feeling that is was some kind of trick. Two minus two... Two minus two...
Oh! That was it! He could just barely remember it was something else... It... was... "Zero."
He blinked. It suddenly seemed obvious. Of course, two minus two would be zero. He wasn't working with two and two, just two, and then minus two, which was zero! Two minus x equals two would be four. It was perfectly clear... now.
"Good girl!" she said like she was praising a dog that performed a trick beyond expectations. "Two minus two does equal zero."
She then pointed her index finger--tipped with a long, claw-like red fingernail--directly at his crotch. "Two..."
Jon groaned as a sudden pain emanated from his groin, like someone kicked him right where it hurt.
The teacher closed her hand into a tight fist. "...minus two..."
Jon doubled over as the pain became hard to stand. He couldn't help himself; he grabbed at his crotch, not caring if he revealed himself. He felt his penis... and nothing else...
The teacher opened her hand, revealing Jon's disembodied testicles, clutched in her grip like a pair of bean bags. "...equals zero."
Jon stared. How could that be possible?
"The rules of this game," the teacher answered his unspoken question with a giggle. She squeezed them lightly, and Jon felt it. He felt her red talons digging into his sensitive flesh. "Did you forget this was a game, honey? Except, in this game, the pieces play with you."
Jon swallowed. He hadn't forgotten, exactly. It was just... immersive... He had some difficulty focusing on the right things. "What, um, what are the rules?"
She squeezed his balls and gave a wicked grin. "There are many paths. Almost all of them end with you becoming a submissive, subservient, feminine little sex toy." Opening a drawer, she deposited his balls inside, onto the cool wooden surface, and locked it shut with a small key that she then slipped between her large breasts. "Your job, honey, is to navigate these paths, try to keep from becoming the slutty little bimbo you know you are, and you might just escape as a dominant macho man with a host of slutty female concubines. Probably not. Best of luck, though, honey."
She stepped around the desk and gave Jon a pat on the shoulder. "I'll even give you an extra credit assignment so you can earn your balls back. All you have to do is count. How many offers for sex do you get today? From whom? Come back at the end of the day with a list of names, the exact phrasing, and the cuteness levels of the people in question, and we'll see what zero plus two equals."
Jon's head was swimming. What? A list of...? He was going to have to talk to the guys who...?
Suddenly, she slapped Jon's rear with the palm of her hand, making a loud crack. "Now get moving, girl!"
Jon lurched forward, stumbling out of the classroom. His balls were stolen from him, he was turning into a submissive female sex toy in a horrible school where all the rules were wrong, and the worst part was that he was more aroused than he'd felt in a long time.
