Ms. Yates

Grants English teacher; Ms. Yates, was a bitch. She had a killer body, but hid it under prudish clothing. Not only was she constantly complaining that today's teenage girls dressed like they had no modesty or self-respect like some old lady from the 20's, but Grant's biggest problem with her is that she would never admit she was wrong. She had once given Grant a 'C' on a paper even though he followed her rubric to the letter, but when he pointed it out, she dismissed him by saying she had made changes afterwards, blaming his lack of apparent attentiveness with a disgusted sneer. Grant grit his teeth at just remembering the incident, but turned it into a grin after he swivelled the remote in his hand as a reminder of his newfound power.

Grant walked into Yates's class for third hour with a confident strut across the packed corridor, with students looking towards him inquisitively on occasion. When he reached Ms. Yates' classroom, he didn't even bother to knock. With the door opening, Ms. Yates turned with a scowl at the rude person whom interrupted her preparations for class. When she locked her eyes with Grant's, her eyes widened, which turned quickly to a scowl. "Well well, the deviant is back. Don't you know, Mr. Cooke, that you're currently expelled?" She flashed a superior smile, raising an eyebrow to set off a look of both distaste and smug superiority. She got up from her chair, and smoothed down her long skirt, adjusted her fully buttoned long-sleeved blouse, and stepped towards Grant to meet him at the door in her plain beige flats.

Grant chuckled at her attempts of a higher superiority, which made her stop midway and look confusedly at him. Grant shrugged with a cocky grin and responded with a nonchalant, "Yeah, thing is, ma'am, there's been a change in plans..." He shuffled to a more confident stance, remote in hand out from his pocket, "Y'see, I've been given permission to still stick around and take part in any class I want, as a 'look how much better other students are doing' kind of thing."

As Ms. Yates gave him a non-believing look, Grant shot the remote from the hip, then quickly pocketed it back to avoid future notice from her. In a flash, Ms. Yates was dressed much differently; Her long skirt seemed to eat itself inwards as it became a miniskirt, showing off her stockinged legs. Her shoes suddenly rose up, as they went from no heel, to high heel. Her top's sleeves shrunk, and the front popped open, revealing that ample bosom of hers that she likes to hide, revealing a good amount of her (maybe new) white lingerie holding her deliciously round cleavage. Gaudy jewellery suddenly dangled from her ears and wrapped around her neck, and her dark brown hair styled itself into an alluring fashion.

Despite her new sexualized appearance, she didn't take notice to the change of dress, which would be odd if not for Grant including such that she wouldn't notice her new state of dress until much later, so that she could be properly sniggered or leered at during and after classes. Grant held his own laugh back at the thought of how freaked she'd be once she finally realized her attire isn't exactly someone wore to class, let alone teaching it.

At any rate, Ms. Yates rolled her eyes and said groaned, "Ugh, fine, but if you're lying, you're going to be in serious trouble once I go and confirm this with the principle." Grant bit back a laugh as he nodded with a casual thumbs up. "At any rate," she continued, still scowling at him in suspicion, "Class is about to start, get to an available seat, or go bother some other teacher." When Ms. Yates went back to her desk, Grant gave her a quick zap again from out of her view, and suddenly her stride became a huge hip-swinging strut, as Grant made sure that every move she made against her will was overly sexualized. It'll really help with the outfit, Grant rationalized as he saw Ms. Yates takes her seat as if about to start a sexy chair dance.

Grant would love to sit in and watch a class-gone-peepshow with her headlining, but then again, he reasoned that maybe more fun can be taken elsewhere. The Principle, or the snooty cheer squad sounds fun. Decisions, decisions...

• Ms. Yates' current clothing changes to become more sexual. Another zap makes her move around sexily unwillingly.