Class

“What did you…” “Class, please come in and take your seats!” announced the teacher. The rest of the day passed so fast, you hardly had time to register. So many classes, teachers and bindingly attractive students appeared. Ella Hollywood seemed to know everyone as she wrapped her arm around you the entire time. No-one showed any surprise that despite your name, you were now a bikini clad doppelgänger of that Australian girl from Lost. Ella just kept you close to her until your classes ended. “Talk to in our room.” she whispered in your ear. You nodded, before you realised that she said our.

The room was clean and large enough for two people. There was a double sized bed, large closet space, a smaller area that was a toilet, shower and sink combination and a TV/Fridge combo? “I asked a friend to give me an enchanted ruby, so I could alter the reality of this room….along with anyone I altered physically…like you!” “Well get her to undo it, now!” you retorted.

She giggled and shook her head. “Your new name is Tess. I was able to alter the part of my brain that could be **** to telepathic suggestion years ago…after an incident.” Her voice changed when she said after and you were fairly certain what that meant. “So to protect myself from telepaths like your good self, I have been known…to fix them!” “I…I wouldn’t do that…” “I heard that you had been intimate with a number of girls in your old school. Essentially all of them, even though a fee subsequently came out of the closet. And you tried to manipulate me this morning with your persuasion. So I will keep you as my adorable lesbian lover for the time being. Though I may decide to make you bisexual by altering your mind physically with my transformative powers.” You shook your head at that, visibly scared. “Look, I’m sorry! I learnt my lesson and…” “Bum up!” she interrupted. “S-sorry?” She rolled her eyes at you. “I want to strap you in the bum. If you consent, I may turn you back to a man in the future.” Your eyes grow like saucers before shrinking to slits. “That’s ****!” “Nope, it’s your choice if you want to be a man again. What you had planned for our female classmates by telepathically overwriting their will, that’s ****. And I should know.” You feel your stomach compress as reality sinks in. Are you going to be a sexy blonde woman forever?