A familiar bitch that needs discipline

You quickly realize who you want to use this new authority on. “Amina, did you replace all the students?”

“Oh, no sir!” Small glasses appear on the tip of the nose of your “secretary” and a clipboard appears in her hands. She looks over the clipboard quickly. “I kept all the girls you find attractive. Of course, their histories were changed so that they would remember going to an all girls school.”

“Can you make their histories as close as possible to what they were before? So that they all did everything that I remember, just adjusted to this environment?”

The redheaded genie smiles at you. “Done!”

You turn to the computer on the principal's desk, your desk, and pull up the student files. “There was one girl in particular, one girl who swiped my test, swapped our names, then flirted with the teacher to make sure he believed her instead of me.”

“That's horrible!” says Amina. “Did you get in trouble?”

“Plenty! And they gave me a failing grade for the test, while she got my A.” You bring up the file for the the test scores in that class. “Now let's see... yes! Here she is with an A sticking out in a sea of Cs. And look, a girl in the class with a record of good grades failed that test and got in trouble.”

Amina nods her head. “Yes, that girl took your place in history. Otherwise, the event happened as you remember it.”

“Well, it's time for justice to catch up a bit.” You pull over the microphone and turn on the school intercom. “Would Michelle Roberts report to the Principal's office? Michelle Roberts, get to the Principal's office right now!”

Amina disappears and you sit thinking about everything you want to do to Michelle. She was always a manipulative bitch, so she deserves plenty of retribution. Subtle plans of humiliation contest in your head with more direct, painful versions of ****.

A knock on the door brings you to attention. “Come in,” you answer.

Michelle comes in and your mind goes numb. Michelle was always able to get away with everything because she was hot, but in the new school uniform she's unbelievable. The plaid skirt is so short it shows off every inch of her long, tone legs. Her white blouse is so tight it's form fitting, and that form includes a set of D-cup breasts. The material of her blouse is so thin you can see the outline of her pink bra through it easily, but you don't have to look through the shirt since Michelle has it unbuttoned so low that there's plenty of cleavage on display directly.

It's easy to see why, despite being such a manipulative bitch, Michelle has always had a regular place in your fantasies.

Your summons to the office had been very strict, so you had expected the girl to be nervous. Instead she radiates confidence as she walks up to your desk. She leans over, her long, curly brown hair spilling over her shoulders as she puts her hands on your desk. Her blouse falls open, giving you an even better view down her shirt.

You stare openly at her hanging breasts. After several seconds you realize not only that you've been staring, but that she hasn't said anything or attempted to stop you in any way. You look back up at her smiling face and fall into her bright, green eyes.

“Is there something I can help you with, Principal Williams? I'm allllways looking for ways to help you!”