New body, but with a catch

"Go ahead and jerk your little cock, I know you want to," says Miss Jo.

You undo your pants and pull out your the micro-penis she created with her powers. You don't want to, especially as a crowd of students has started to notice you on the floor, but you can't stop. You involuntarily begin jerking, and it doesn't take more than a few seconds to get hard. Staring at Miss Jo's incredible new body makes the blood rush through your head loud enough to drown out the laughing students. Her huge breasts alone make you hornier than you've ever been.

"Now," says Miss Jo, disdainfully examining her perfect fingernails, "I'm going to give you a choice. You can spend all of first period jerking off as you think about me or... you can reconsider my offer."

You're so worked up that jerking off for another hour doesn't even sound bad, but then you realize what the other option really is.

"You... you still want to go out with me?"

The gorgeous Asian cheerleader smiles down at you. "That's right. You can be my boyfriend. Interested?"

"Of course!" you yell.

"Alright then. However, I can't have a small dicked runt as my boyfriend. So I'll have to make some improvements to you. Okay?"

"Yes! Yes! Anything!"

Miss Jo snaps her fingers, and the toothpick in your hand transforms into a foot long rod, with thickness to match. It feels incredible to jerk it. She snaps, again and the rest of your body changes, turning you into a 6'6" jock, with huge muscles and no body fat. Even your history changes, with new double memories showing you an alternate life where you were the captain of the football team and every girl wanted you.

"Oh, and one more thing," says Miss Jo with an evil smile. She snaps again, and suddenly you're on your feat, pants pulled up, and there's no crowd watching you. The hallway is normal again.

Except, something is wrong. You can't figure out what it is, but you feel heavier. No, that's not right. Your body isn't heavy, but everything feels slower. Harder. You feel very confused. You try to remember why you're here, but the double memories are harder to sort out than before. The two lives you remember are all there, but you can't tell which memories are important. Maybe a teacher can help you. They're always very helpful in your remedial classes.

Remedial class. That's a new thing. A bad thing. You realize what changed.

You're dumb. You're really, really dumb now.

"You can go back to calling me Tiffany," says your new girlfriend as she slides her hands all over your muscular body. "I don't want to confuse you with titles or any other hard stuff."

You smile, enjoying the feeling of her hands on your chest. You give her a goofy smile and say, "Thank you, Tiffany!"