Head to the study room

Heading for one of the occupied study rooms, Mr. Dinger walked by the senior with his tutor, chuckling to himself. Maybe he’d come back to them later.

Opening the door unannounced, he was greeted to the sight of nine heads turning his way; five guys and four girls, each sitting at a small desk while their speaker, Professor Horace - a colleague of Mr. Dinger’s - looked up from his notes.

“Who is- ahh, Dinger. Can I help you?”

Mr. Dinger passed a glance across all the room’s occupants, nodding to himself. They’d do.

“I’m just making my rounds; taking over for Mr. Dunsworth, who’s been predisposed.” One of the male students snickered, no doubt having heard rumors of their vice-principal’s penchant for voyeurism. “Are you holding an extracurricular lesson?”

The professor blinked, no doubt a symptom of reality shifting around him. “Ahh, yes, I am. We’ve discussed this before, Dinger. I know the school created the SEECA for that, but need I remind you that not all students are comfortable being used sexually to boost their grades. I’m hoping to provide an alternative.”

It was easier to dismiss a colleague’s argument when you didn’t recall the conversation they’d referenced. Instead of replying, he looked at the notes Horace’s students were supposed to be filling. As typical of teenagers, the pages were nearly blank. Best blame Horace for that.

“I see your point, but the kids barely have anything written. I’d wager to bet that’s because of your teaching habits, Horace.”

The younger man huffed, clearly offended. “What’s wrong with how I teach?”

“Well, I’ll tell you what the main problem is” began Mr. Dinger. It was at times like this he was thankful that teaching came naturally to him; regardless of whether he was spewing fact or bullshit. “None of the men here are aroused. Wasn’t there a ton of scientific studies done studying and ultimately proving that men, especially teenagers, learn more when sexually aroused?”

The other professor blinked, processing this new information. “Yes, well, I don’t see how sexually stimulating my students would-”

“Oh hush” he interrupted, “You know what they say: two brains are better than one. Even if one of those is a blood-filled cock. After all, isn’t that why the school has such a strict uniform for the female students?”

Waiting while Professor Horace wracked his brain for an answer that went beyond a simple affirmation, Mr. Dinger turned to look at the student his colleague had been teaching, watching the effects his questions were having on the world.

As expected, the four girls present were now wearing tight school uniforms that hugged their forms and showcased their curves. Their tits were pushed up with white lace bra that peaked through the top button of their blazers. It wasn’t immediately provocative however because they also wore a tie over their chest, the piece checkered with the school’s official colors; colors that matched their plaid skirts, which ending midway down their thighs. Their legs were covered with black stockings and each wore their hair down, something which was no doubt enforced by the school’s new uniform regulations.

He picked a girl at random, addressing her directly. “Remind me miss, how long has the school’s female uniform policy been in effect?”

While the girl seemed familiar to him, he couldn’t place her. Probably one of the many wallflowers who were neither ugly or attractive. She blinked at the question, somewhat suspicious that it was tricked. “I… don’t know. Since the school was founded?”

If she didn’t know, it meant that reality had been retroactively changed to a time that was before her. Good, that meant his rings hadn’t interpreted his change as something recent, which is what he wanted. He then addressed the boy who was sitting next to her, questioning him in turn.

“And you, would you say it works?”

Taken aback, the young senior took a quick moment to trace the outline of his neighbour’s curves. His eyes ran up her legs, eventually resting on her popping bossom. “Uh… Yes!” He admitted, his face blushing. “I’d say so.” There was now a visible tent in his shorts.

The girl rolled her eyes, no doubt having been normalized long ago to the treatment.

Professor Horace took that moment to regain his composure, addressing his colleague directly. “What exactly do you want, Dinger?”