"Hmm. It looks like you need some motivation," the voice over the intercom said. "Oh, I know. How about this?"
Suddenly, Edward felt a weight on his chest. He looked down and was shocked to see the top of his T-shirt beginning to push outward. He hesitantly pulled the collar back and stared at the small female breasts hanging off his chest.
"How are you doing this?" he asked.
"That doesn't matter, Edward. What matters is that I can. Now get going to your next class or I'll increase your cup size again and make you a B-cup. It might look a little strange on your masculine body, but the guys at this school won't mind."
Edward thought about it. He didn't know who this guy was, but he obviously had the power to change things, like Edward's body and clothing. It was best not to piss him off, at least until he could figure out who he was. Right now, he was just a voice over an intercom.
"Fine," Edward said, giving in. "Where is my first class?"
"Good choice, bitch," the voice said. "Your first class is ..."
