Jack gets his

With time stopped I ran to Mrs. Holtz's art room. She was a fortyish teacher with a few extra pounds. She was wearing a very conservative pant suit. I suspended her in mid-air and removed her slacks and panties. I put her pants back on but left them around her ankles then put her back on the floor. For fun I jammed a long piece of chalk up her ass. I ran back to the locker room and caught my breath. Jack had been getting undressed, and was shirtless with one leg out of his jeans. A few moments later, and his boxer-briefs were in the trash, but now he was wearing Mrs. Holtz's sky blue cotton panties with tiny pink and yellow flowers. I restarted time. "Nice panties, Jack!" I said loudly.

The other boys in the locker room turned to see Jack standing there staring slack jawed at his new underwear. He was greeted by a few sarcastic whisltes. " What the fuck!" he said. He turned red with rage and humiliation as he pulled his jeans back up. He saw me laughing and headed towards me. As he went to throw a punch, I stopped time again. I turned him slightly and restarted time.

"Bam!" Jack slammed his fist into a locker. He quickly jumped back. "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!" he yelled. "I broke my fucking hand." His jeans then fell back down showing off his pretty new underwear.

"Well, thanks for the burlesque show, Jack, but I just realized I'm in the wrong class." I walked out laughing. I wondered how Mrs. Holtz and her class reacted to her situation. The whole world was my oyster.