"And that class, it how you achieve a class Egyptian look inspired by the boss bitch herself, Cleopatra." Mr. Walford finally gained control of his class. For the last 20 minutes he showed them an amazing trick to get a golden skin look with simple foundations. He was proud of himself as well. The young Sarah McMillan was silent, taking notes, and absolutely flawless herself. Ted was hoping after school they could exchange some makeup tips and maybe even get her to assist in the next class.
The only hitch in his class was that total dweed Jon Madison. Why would a kid like him even take Advance Makeup and Fashion? No doubt to get close the flawless beauty that was Sarah. Ted didn't mind that much, at least Jon didn't interrupt too often. Today was just particularly bad as he wouldn't stop giggling. Well, it didn't surprised Ted too much, boys at that age could be immature. Not like Sarah, who to him was a prime example of elegance and beauty.
To be just like her was a dream. He instead was trapped in the reality of being a middle-aged male school teacher. Something about that realization didn't feel right to him. He swore he was male, he had the parts, right? He did have a full male penis, but no testicles to speak of. That still counted as male, but he said to himself as soon as he could he'd correct nature's mistake and get reconstruction down there. That kept him going, that idea of getting breasts implants to have matching D-cups like Sarah. No wait, getting the vagina was a priority.
Right, he needed to fix his genitals first...or did he? As the class bell rung the students dragged themselves out of the room. Mr. Walford solely focused on Sarah as she sashayed right out of his class. Ted sighed wishing to join her, but his next class would be in after 15 minutes and he needed to wash his wrinkly old face off. "One day I'll be just like her." He said to himself without understanding how true that statment was.
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Jon was blissfully unaware of the changes happening in Mr. Walford's pants. While the sight of his father matching with his mother was strange, he didn't think too much of it. He wished for something interesting and there it was. Jon chalked it up to some dumb luck and continued through the hallway. A thought occurred to him, could he control on a mass scale? He needed a small test, nothing too drastic, just enough to prove his theory. He stood in the hallway and concentrated til he began to feel pressure in his head. All the thoughts of everyone around him was overwhelming, it felt like grabbing as much as he could in one sweep. Still, he managed. He got the entire school body to effectively ignore him. Literally, no one in the hallway could see, hear, or even acknowledge Jon Madison. He was a ghost to everyone .
The test wasn't entirely over. With the ability to do as he pleased without consequence he absolutely needed to have a little fun. Jon spotted a few jocks laughing amongst themselves. They had always picked on them, but now it was his turn. The first and biggest jock was the most aggressive, giving Jon wedgies like they were in grade school. Now the tables were turned and he could get his revenge.
Frank was laughing with his best friends. They exchange their stories of weekend conquests up until he felt a sharp pain rising up his ass crack. He turned around quickly, ready to stomp whoever was bold enough to give him a wedgie.
"Alright who's the little shit who wants to get pummeled!!" Frank yelled.
His friends were confused, who the hell was Frank talking to.
"Bro, relax!!" His friend chuck tried to pacify him.
"Whatever man, I need to go to the bath room and fix this."
Jon thought of the possibilites, but didn't get to continue. Something else interrupted his train of thought. It was....
