Let's follow them to class for a start...

You decide to follow them to their first class of the day, which turns out to be history. They take seats up the back and you sit yourself not far off to the right of them. A couple of students are glancing at you, curious about your presence in their class but generally you are left alone which is fine by you.

The history teacher Mr Brook, strides in and calls for silence. He notices you, but only rolls his eyes and starts the lesson. Mrs Hellgrave has obviously told the teacher’s about your presence in their classes today. You don’t really pay attention to him anyway, he was always a dull teacher and you didn’t come to school today for lessons. You turn your attention to the girls responsible for upsetting your baby sister.

There are only really four of them you are interested in, you rank the rest of the group as social leeches and you hazily recognize the four of them from your own time at the school;

Stacey, the one Jessica pointed out seems to be the leader. You don’t remember her at all but you have heard her name come up a few times in upset phone calls Jessica makes to her friends at night. You run your eyes over her, from her flowing copper red hair over her ample figure, admiring her young fresh features and subtle teenage curves, down to her toned legs. She looks good in her uniform which she wears with casual style and leans back in her chair staring into space, waiting for the class to end.

This is the face of the enemy? You wonder, but you’re not naive enough forget the mocking smiles and riotous laughter she aimed at your sister earlier, and her casual good looks, which no doubt made her so popular, will make this so much easier for you. You then divert your attention to the girl beside her; Candice.

Candice (or Candy to her friends and most of the jocks) is the reason that teenage boys get wood outside of shop class, and the worst bit is she knows it. You can’t miss the wavey blond hair, the full lips and big beautiful eyes. Her body is mind blowing for a girl her age. Her blouse stretches impossibly tight around her pronounced chest and she doesn’t wear the neck scarf that is part of the girls uniform, instead she leaves the top few buttons of her blouse undone exposing large amounts of her amazing cleavage and has actually shortened the thigh length pleated skirt until it barely covers her fine tanned ass like a stripper might wear.

She even manages to wear knee high boots instead of school shoes. You shake you head wondering how she gets away with so blatantly breaching school uniform policies in such a strict school. You feel that if you leaned forward a little in your chair you could see up her short skirt and catch a glimpse of her panties.

You see her lean back and pass a note to her friend; Latina Katrina, the fiery one of the group. You would never guess it to look at her, but Katrina was known to get into serious fights with other girls at the school and wasn’t afraid to hurt younger students. You run your eyes over her olive skin, smooth shoulders and perky young breasts. You can’t help but to linger on her long beautifully smooth legs and imagine pushing yourself between them and sliding yourself up inside of her. You look up and see her dark eyes on you and smile back sweetly as she scowls at you; and you run your eyes over her one more time despite her glares then turn to the final girl in the group.

Belinda (or ‘Bella’ as so many of the teachers call her) strikes you instantly as an ice queen. Her face is gorgeous, framed by her long straight blonde hair and her features are beautiful but you can see she has an icy coolness about her. She’s a ‘classic’ beauty with long slender limbs, narrow waist and a firm looking ass and bust. She wears her school uniform meticulously and not a hair seems out of place in her appearance. Her icy blue eyes settle on you, staring critically as Katrina whispers something to her. You ignore just them and take another moment or two to finish appreciating her stunning appearance then turn back to face the teacher and think.

So these are the four major problems your beloved younger sister has had to deal with for the last two years. Despite being the same age as Jessica, they seem to think themselves far above your beloved little sister. Now you are finally in a position to do something about it and maybe even have a little fun yourself, but what’s the best way to test out your new powers and teach these little girls a lesson? Where would you start?