Help her with her stress, but then...

Jaune took a deep breath. He could understand the power of the stone now. And it was immense. With it he could literally do anything but... He was still worried. It was so much power that even thinking about it overwhelmed his mind.

He needed to stop. So he focused on the task at hand.

"Profess-- I mean, Glynda. You mentioned being stressed. What's stressing you out?" He asked.

Glynda was silent a moment, before responding.

"As a professor here at Beacon, we are given many responsibilities. Some of these are harboring secrets and information that can be incredibly dangerous. Holding these secrets, coupled with the daily stress of teaching, losing Hunters and Huntresses, dealing with political pressure... It is a lot."

Jaune was at a loss with how to help. Could just saying "don't be stressed" really work? Sure, he could use the stone to **** it to work but... What if the stone would twist wishes that weren't specific enough? What if if left Glynda completely carefree? That could be dangerous.

But then a thought came to him.

Glynda was... A very uptight woman. Her hair was always in a bun, her clothes and demeanor always professional... What if...

"Glynda. You are carrying a lot of stress with you. But do you really think your appearance helps with that?" He said.

He noticed her eyebrow twitch.

"I-I didn't mean that as an insult! What I mean is that you always make an effort to appear so tight laced. It must be hard to blow off steam like that, right?"

"It... Is." She replied.

"Then why don't we start there? It might only help a little, but dressing more casually can have a major impact on stress."

Glynda nodded, before reaching up and pulling her hair out of it's bun, letting it gracefully glide down her shoulders.

"A good start. Now--" but before Jaune could continue, he noticed she was still moving. She slid her hand down the vest she often wore, releasing the buttons and allowing it to fall to the floor, her cape following behind it.

"Wow. You're really dedicated to--" once again he was cut off as Glynda grabbed the bottom of her dress shirt, lifting it over her head. Jaune gulped as the shirt was discarded, leaving behind only a white tank top covering her upper body. And Jaune could tell just by looking... There was no bra underneath, as her nipples poked out from the fabric.

Glynda relaxed back in the chair, as Jaune gulped.

He really just accidentally made his professor strip... Not entirely. But enough that he saw more of this woman than he imagined most men had.

And then a thought entered his mind. An almost instinctual, primal thought. One he wasn't even consciously considering, but found himself acting upon.

His hand slowly moved towards the sleeping woman, growing closer and closer to the ample breasts teasing him.

Just as he was about to grasp them...

BZZT. BZZT

His scroll buzzed. Someone was messaging him.

With a sigh he sat back down, reprimanding himself for almost giving in to his own lust.

"Ahem... Anyway.. when I snap my fingers you'll wake up. You'll remember the whole session, so to not be confused by your current look" he said, snapping

Glynda's eyes opened, as she went to readjust her vest, which was not there.

"Ah. Right." She said pointedly. "Well. This is certainly a new style for me, Mr. Arc."

"But it may help. I'd like to see you again soon, too." He said.

Glynda's eyebrow raised once more.

"N-not like that! I want to see how this effects your stress to see if we need to try something else!"

Glynda adjusted her glasses

"I see. I suppose that does make sense.... Fine then. I shall return another day."

Glynda stood, packing up her clothes and beginning to walk off, her ample breasts now freely bouncing, only restrained by the thin, loose layer of fabric over them

"Goodnight, Mr. Arc" she curtly stated as she closed the door.

Jaune slumped back in his seat, letting out a heavy sigh.

He really almost gave in to temptation that easily? But at the same time... She was under his control. Maybe not fully. He imagined that actually groping her would have resulted in a slap across the face, as well as losing his new job and place at Beacon. But... COULD he convinced girls to..?

Before he could finish, he remembered his scroll had buzzed. He looked down to see a new text message...