It Comes True

Having started near the beginning of class Mark finished his sketch, putting his artistic signature at the bottom, with about twenty minutes to spare. Looking over the drawing one last time comparing it with the sight in front of him. His sexy blonde teacher standing at her board pointing at a math equation that for the life of him he didn't understand. Her normal teacher outfit of a white blouse, knee length pencil skirt, leggings and heels all adjusted to it's slutty variant. The blouse knotted in the front showing off her toned midriff, mostly unbuttoned to show her bra underneath with what cleavage she could show with her modest breast. The skirt going from below her knees to mid thigh. The full length leggings to lacy thigh high stockings, so that some of her plush thighs could show between where the stockings ended and the skirt started. Otherwise known as the Zettai Ryouiki by his "cultured" Japanese friends. And the normal, nearly flat heeled shoes, were arced up to where she was basically on her toes. Her usually serious expression replaced with a confident and flirty smile.

Then for added challenge he added some of the back profiles of his classmates while they stared blankly at the lesson in front of them. That however wasn't embellished.

Looking back and forth between his drawing and the real thing, it was like looking into a snapshot of a colorless alternate reality. "If only it were real" Mark thought to himself before flipping to a fresh page and wondering what he should start on next. Looking up for inspiration he was caught of guard by what he was seeing. Reality seemed to be shifting around the blonde teacher. Her usual professional attire soon changed for an exact copy of what Mark finished drawing just a moment ago. Bottom up, the heels on her shoes grew making her slightly taller, her skirt rapidly shrank as the leggings she wore did the same in the opposite direction, the blouse unbuttoned on it's own. Revealing the bland grey bra the woman wore, that also started to change, becoming a pure black lacy push up bra. To then be slightly obscured as the front of the blouse tied itself together.

The usually stern business like woman, always dressed appropriately, was turned into a slutty teacher, in mere moments. All brought together by the flirty smile she had on her face while she continued the lesson, her voice changing to match. Rather than the usual monotone voice with a stern look. It became somewhat seductive and playful. Even the glasses she wore, that she usually kept all the way back on her face, were now halfway down the bridge of her nose. As if to give her a more open laid back look.

Flabbergasted Mark made sure to check his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. The appearance of the woman not changing, he looked around to see everybody else's reactions. As if he was the only one seeing this, everyone else acted as if this was normal. Like he had stepped into the alternate reality he made in his sketch. He spent the next few minutes wondering if he had gone crazy. Whether his grasp on what was fact or fiction was slipping. Though the pleasing sight of his teacher kind of made him wonder if it was a bad thing ultimately.

Eventually the lesson ended and Ms. Layman went to sit at her desk while all the other students prepared for the bell as if this was a totally normal day, and their sexy teacher go from one opposite to another. Going through the motions himself Mark put away all his stuff, continuing to steal glances at his sexy teacher. Who herself was acting as if everything was entirely normal.

The bell soon rang and all the other students started making there way out. Except for Mark who stayed deciding to test something. Once everyone else had left he approached the hot blonde. Usually seeing a student coming to see her after class she would put on a cold expression and calmly address them. This Ms. Layman however, as if taken from one of his fantasy scenarios, saw him and put on a wide smile before greeting him.

"Oh Mr. Edwards! Do you have any questions or concerns?" she asked cheerily, a sweet tone in her voice.

"Um no I just-" Mark stuttered not used to this version of the woman, and not sure whether to continue his plan or not. During which the woman just had a understanding attentive smile as she listened. "I just wanted to say your outfit looks nice today" he said wincing preparing for her normal cold stare to be followed by a cold unappreciative response.

Instead her eyes lit up like it was the greatest compliment she had ever received. "Oh thank you Mark! That means a lot" she thanked with an excited tent in her voice.

Surprised, pleasantly, Mark gulped before saying "yo-your welcome Ms. Layman. I'll be going now, see you tomorrow." Quickly power walking out of the room.