Ariana Grande

"I wish Mrs. Martinez looked and sounded like Ariana Grande," Toby whispered from the back of the class.

Mrs. Martinez seemed to shrink as she dropped down to Ariana's 5' 0" stature. Toby watched her shoulder length hair suddenly hit a growth spurt as it erupted out of a high ponytail and tumbled down to the small of her back like a waterfall. She was facing the board, describing the structure of how to ask about cab fare, so he couldn't make out the features of her face, but he had little doubt that his wish had been fulfilled.

Her clothes had been replaced as well, with a basic white crop-top leaving a small glimpse of her stomach and a pleated, plaid thigh length skirt replacing her hot pants, she had knee high socks and cream heels completing the look. It took a few seconds for it to click in Toby's brain however, that if she added a tie to her outfit, she was literally wearing a catholic schoolgirl costume.

By now the shock of watching their teacher being reshaped before their eyes had started to lose its novelty, but that didn't stop many of the students from having a very vocal reaction to the sudden appearance of a chart-topping singer in the middle of their classroom.

"OMG, its Ariana Grande!" Toby heard one kid say.

"She's like my very favorite person ever," he heard another girl hiss to what he presumed was her friend.

One girl had actually started tearing up, blubbering out something like, "She's my inspiration for life."

Of course for all the excited, happy comments that Toby could hear, he also heard numerous more lewd declarations, mostly from the males present.

"Come one baby, bend over just little further," one boy said as he leaned lowly out of his desk to try and see up her skirt.

"Oh man, she can give me detention anytime," another boy declared as he leered at his new teacher.

"Quiero bañar su cuerpo con la lengua," Toby heard a boy next to him say, and wondered why the boy was here if he could speak Spanish that easily.

Some went even further, like a trio of boys sitting close enough to Toby that he could hear their crude language.

"I bet she leaves her hair like that so guys can yank her around like a little fucktoy," one of them muttered.

"And you know all those singers can deepthroat like nobody else can, that's how they warm up their throats before a show: by just sucking a whole bunch of dicks and swallowing their jizz," the second of the three boys hissed out.

"Fuck bro, I don't care what she looks like, that's still the crazy bitch we've always had, I remember how she gave me detention for having my knife out in class, like I was going to fucking shank somebody at school! Well, I think this is just fate or something, little girl like that ain't got no chance against three guys like us right boys?" Toby didn't know whether to be impressed that the boy was capable of figuring out that it was still Mrs. Martinez despite her new appearance, or horrified at what he was implying, in the middle of a classroom full of students no less!

That wasn't true, he knew exactly how he felt, and it left a weird churning feeling in his gut that he had played a part in it by changing Mrs. Martinez in front of everybody.

"Yeah man, plus since it's the last class of the day, all we got to do is stick around for a couple of minutes after class, and we'll have her all to ourselves. Then we can take turns trying out that perky little ass of her's," one of the other two boys replied and Toby felt the churn begin to slowly heat up as the familiar fire that he felt earlier that day in the cafeteria return.

"I wish Mrs. Martinez had a can of pepper-spray in her desk and was trained in several self-defense martial arts," Toby said, but still the fire roiled inside his belly, yearning to not only protect his newest creation but empower her.

"I wish that Mrs. Martinez was still a dominating bitch that anyone acting up in her class," Toby said already anticipating the fireworks to come.

"You guys can have her tiny ass, I've got just the thing to shut her up for good," the apparent leader of the trio said before a heeled foot placed itself on the edge of his desk, capturing not only all three boys attention, but the entire class's.

"Excuse me, but is their something you would like to share with the class?" Mrs. Martinez's voice was still as sweet as before, however with her foot propped on his desk she was almost flashing the wannabe ****, a fact he seemed aware of as his eyes drifted downwards, barely tipping his head forwards to get a closer look at her panties.

This was apparently her plan. Before anyone could react, the boy's face was violently introduced to his wooden desk with a resounding 'CRRK'.

"You bidg' you bubsted my nose!" he yelled as the teacher turned to return to her lesson.

"I have no clue what you're talking about. You seemed so bored with my lesson that you must have fallen asleep and hit your desk," Mrs. Martinez replied simply, "Honestly, mister, this is what, your third time attempting to pass my class? If you paid as much attention to my lesson as you do to my body, then maybe you could pass this class already, and neither one of us would have to deal with the other."

"Now then, I would like you to go to the nurse since you're getting blood all over my desks, and since I would hate for you to get lost due to a concussion, you and you," she said, pointing at his two compatriots," will escort him to the nurses office, and you might as well stay there since class is almost over." Mrs. Martinez ordered as she picked her dry-erase marker up and resumed teaching as if nothing had happened.

Toby decided that despite him not getting his **** on his teacher, he was still fairly satisfied by how things turned out.