First, some Groundwork

Grant strutted down the halls of the high school, with his hand resting just above the remote in his pocket. He eyed the teenagers around him like a cowboy at high noon, fingers flexing in preparation to fire. He'd even stuck a long blade of grass in his mouth before walking into the building. That's something that cowboy's did in Westerns, right? Honestly, he hadn't seen many westerns. He was more of a cartoons kinda guy. And what was to come was probably going to be more Porno than Western.

Oh, yeah, that reminded him!

Grant nonchalantly pulled the remote from his pocket, pointed it upward, and pressed the big button at its center. It beeped lightly, then the world around Grant faded into static. It only lasted a moment, and then Grant was once again standing in the middle of the high school hallway, but suddenly many of the students around him were taller and bigger in various ways. He put the remote back in his pocket for the moment.

This high school now technically only housed Senior, 12th grade students that were already 18 years old, like Grant himself. He didn't want to risk doing anything overly sketchy, just in case he wanted to write and post some erotica about this in a couple weeks! (Those CHYOA rules were serious stuff; best not to mess with it.)

Grant resumed his carefully placed stride, eying his fellow students as he did so. It'd be fun to blast them, but he had something else on his mind now. A very specific destination, with a very specific victim to start out with...

• The Highschool now only has 18 year old students enrolled, so that Grant doesn't have to worry about doing anything sketchy and getting taken down by the CHYOA Grandmasters.