End of the semester...

By the end of the semester, Alex's "progressive educational model" has transformed Westwood entirely. Test scores have genuinely improved—not because of any magical properties of semen, but because students are studying obsessively to either receive or avoid the "recognition protocols," depending on their preferences.

Walking through the hallways between classes, Alex observes his brave new world with satisfaction. In an empty classroom, Mr. Peterson is "recognizing" a female student bent over his desk, her skirt flipped up and G-string pulled aside as he pounds into her from behind—an "advanced immersive protocol" Alex introduced for exceptional achievement only.

In the girls' bathroom, which is now designated as a "post-recognition absorption space," several female students with cum-streaked faces help each other "properly distribute pheromones" while discussing their chemistry homework.

Even the traditionally conservative Mrs. Caldwell has embraced the new methodology, currently kneeling before a male student in the supply closet, applying "oral cognitive reinforcement" with surprising enthusiasm.

Alex's office has become a hub for "intensive recognition sessions," with a steady stream of female students seeking to improve their grades through his specialized protocols. His reputation for "the most effective pheromone distribution" has spread throughout the school, creating a waitlist for his personal attention.

As Alex settles into his desk chair, preparing for his next appointment, he marvels at how completely his power has warped reality. What began as a small experiment in asserting influence has blossomed into a perverse educational revolution that no one questions.

There's a knock at his door.

"Enter," he calls.

The door opens to reveal his daughter Mia, dressed in the modified school uniform—the same revealing outfit all female students now wear. She closes the door behind her.

"Dad—I mean, Mr. Mercer," she corrects herself, following school protocol. "I got my calculus test back."

She hands him a paper with a C- circled in red at the top.

"This is disappointing," Alex says, maintaining his professional demeanor despite the surreal situation.

"I know," Mia nods, her expression determined. "That's why I'm here. I'd like to request a preliminary recognition protocol to improve my performance on the next test."

Alex stares at his daughter, momentarily jarred from his power-induced confidence. This is a line he hasn't yet crossed—using his Trend Setter abilities to influence his own family beyond the initial morning exercises.

But the power pulses within him, urging him forward. Why should his daughters be exempt from the educational revolution he's created? In fact, wouldn't exempting them be a form of disadvantageous favoritism?

"The research supports proactive application in cases of underperformance," Alex says, slipping back into his pseudoscientific persona.

Mia nods seriously. "That's what I thought. Jessica—I mean, Ms. Winters—suggested I consult with you directly since you're the protocol expert."

Alex leans back in his chair, a slow smile spreading across his face. His power has come full circle—from being disrespected at home to having his own daughter seek his "educational expertise."

"Lock the door," he instructs. "Preliminary protocols require privacy for optimal effectiveness."

As Mia turns to secure the lock, Alex contemplates the expanding horizons of his influence. Today Westwood Academy, tomorrow—who knows? With the Trend Setter power, even the most outrageous ideas become accepted reality.

And he's only just beginning to explore its potential.