This choice: She changes James back, but starts looking for excuses to transform people. • Go Back...Chapter #8James's replacement by: XYXX   Ms. Phillips arrived in her classroom and undressed her upper half, placing James on her desk. He was confused and disappointed to be taken off so soon, and then he was shocked to see Ms. Phillips take another bra from her bag and put it on, followed by her shirt. Had he displeased her somehow?
She picked him up and threw him away from the desk. Then suddenly, he was standing there on two legs. With two arms at his sides and a head atop his shoulders. She had changed him back.
He stood completely still. Ms. Phillips regarded his flabbergasted expression with amusement.
"Did you have a good week, James?" she said. "I certainly did. In fact, I'll bet you're disappointed to be changed back. Maybe we'll say that's your real punishment."
James wasn't disappointed so much as deeply disturbed. He had settled into a completely different existence over the course of the week, and now everything was suddenly back to normal. He felt like he had just awakened from a very long nightmare.
"You should be leaving now," Ms. Phillps said. "Unless you want me to put you back on, of course."
James didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed his back, which Ms. Phillips had apparently kept by her desk the whole time, and fled the room. Before he could think of where he was supposed to be going, he saw his friend Chad approaching him.
"Hey man, what're you doing over here?" Chad asked. "You've got math first, don't you?"
James was confused. Wasn't Chad going to ask where he'd been for the last week?
"Oh yeah," Chad said. "Your dad asked me to tell you he'll meet you at the game after school. Well, see ya later." He walked off.
James was more confused. His own parents hadn't noticed he was missing? Could Ms. Phillips's magic do that? Now he was even more scared of her.
He went about his school day as normal, aside from being rather shell-shocked. His friends kept asking what was wrong with him, but he assured them he was fine. It was either that or be thought mad... which he was beginning to suspect he was.
Unfortunately, he had Ms. Phillips's class in the afternoon that day. He entered her classroom fearfully and avoided looking at her as he took his seat next to Chad.
"Smokin'!" Chad said quietly, pointing a finger at Ms. Phillips.
"Shh!" was James's rapid, vaguely panicked response.
"What's the matter?" asked a bemused Chad.
"She'll... give you detention," James answered lamely.
The class was uneventful, although James made sure to pay very close attention to the lesson and no attention to Ms. Phillips's sexy body. Once it was over, James hurried to leave the room and get away from the evil teacher, but stopped outside the door when he heard her voice...
"Chelsea, stay for a minute. I need to talk to you."
Against his better judgement, James peered back into the classroom. Sure enough, standing in front of Ms. Phillips was his classmate Chelsea. He didn't really know her, but he knew she didn't take her classes seriously.
"What is it?" she impatiently sighed.
"You had the lowest mark on last week's test," Ms. Phillips said sternly. James vaguely recalled Ms. Phillips giving out a test during his first day attached to her chest.
"I still passed it, didn't I?" Chelsea objected.
"Nonetheless, it's clear you weren't trying. I think you need to be punished," Ms. Phillips said. James didn't like where this was going.
"Fiiine," Chelsea said with annoyed resignation. "When do I come in?"
"Oh, there's no need for that. I have something else in mind."
James watched in horror as, with a sinister smile, Ms. Phillips placed her hands on Chelsea's shoulders. Then suddenly, Chelsea was gone... and in her place was a disturbingly familiar bra.
James couldn't believe this. Ms. Phillips had just transformed... uh... who had she transformed? Somehow he couldn't remember who he had just seen. It almost felt as if... they had never been there. He realised this was the effect that kept people from noticing he had been gone for a week. Ms. Phillips could bring people in and out of existence on a whim... it was terrifying.
"You'll be more use like this than you ever were as a person," Ms. Phillips said to her new undergarment, placing it on her desk. With that, she took off her shirt and started to remove the ordinary bra she was wearing.
James realised he needed to scram now, before Ms. Phillips saw him. But, feeling a stirring in his crotch, he was quite tempted to stay and watch her change... especially since he felt a little jealous of his replacement.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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