A visit with Mrs. Osbourne

"All right, then you should take off your underwear and put your gown back on. I'd appreciate it if we could have this conversation tonight," John said quietly. Mrs. Miller nodded again, and John opened the curtain before heading for the door. He had a big smile on his face as he left the infirmary and walked down the corridor. Next he went to the principal's office. He wanted to discuss something with Mrs. Osbourne.

When he entered the anteroom, he saw Carla at her desk. She looked up as soon as he came through the door and blushed. He remembered their last encounter only too well.

He had been in her apartment and had won the one bet and was allowed to fuck her however he wanted. And that's accurately what he had done. He had first fucked her from behind at the open window while she presented her naked upper body to the neighborhood. He couldn't remember how many times she had come. John only knew that he had cum in every one of her holes and that she had ended up fast asleep on her bed. His cum was literally flowing out of her cunt and asshole.

"Good morning, Ca ... Mrs. Carlson," he greeted her and almost called her by her first name.

"Go... good morning, Mr. Wilson," she replied, sounding very nervous.

"I need to speak to Mrs. Osbourne, is she in?" he wanted to know.

"Yes, she's here ... but I need to speak to you too," she replied, making no move to inform Mrs. Osbourne.

"Yes, we can do that as soon as I've spoken to Mrs. Osbourne," he replied. Carla grimaced and nodded. Shortly afterward, she registered him with Mrs. Osbourne, who received him immediately. John walked past Carla and entered the office. Mrs. Osbourne had already stood up and smiled at him. He was definitely her new favorite student. She was standing at her desk, and he could already see the first signs of progress. Her hair had regained its color and her skin already looked a little firmer than it had a week ago. The clothes looked new, so John guessed that she had already changed.

"Mr. Wilson, good to see you," she greeted him. He could literally hear the joy in her voice.

"Mrs. Osbourne. Have you been to the hairdresser?" he asked her immediately and flatteringly.

"No! That ..." she began, pointing to her hair," ... I guess I have you to thank for that. That's my natural hair color. Of course, I'll tell everyone else that I'm dying it again."

He looked her up and down, and she acknowledged it with a smile.

"What can I do for you today?" she got straight to the point.

"We can sort that out in a moment. I first wanted to see if everything is okay with you and whether you feel comfortable like this or whether I might need to make some adjustments to the ... treatment," John replied with a grin.

Her smile widened and she spun around once.

"I'm doing wonderfully. Just look at me. My hair is as brown as ever. My skin is softer and firmer. I can literally see the pounds tumbling off, and I can feel myself getting fitter again. If this continues, I'll soon be able to wear the really nice clothes again," she chatted happily. Her hands stroked her flanks and her face positively glowed.

"Well, I'm pleased and under the circumstances I'm willing to help you with anything, as much as I can, of course. So, if you need anything, just tell me, and I'm sure we'll find a solution."

When John heard these words, his grin widened.

"Oh, I have a few ideas. What do you think about a dress code?" he replied straight away.

"You mean school uniforms? Well..." she began, but he immediately cut her off.

"No, I was thinking more of a dress code for you and the female staff."

She looked at him, puzzled, and John wondered if he had perhaps taken it a little too far. He was already considering making sure she would forget the last few sentences when her face relaxed.

"I think something can be done ... at least if you give me a hand," she replied. John began to smile. That was going very well, but with the offer he had made her, he was hardly surprised. After all, he was like the fountain of youth for her.

"I think you want something for your eye. The gentlemen all wear suits anyway. Then I can suggest a similar outfit for the ladies on the grounds of equality and all that. However, we can't overdo it. So, the women can't walk around here half naked. That wouldn't be good for our reputation," she continued her thought.

"Yes, I can fully understand that. It doesn't have to be official. You could also organize a meeting with all the female teachers, and then I can make sure they do it on their own," John replied. He liked the idea.

"But you can't..." she wanted to voice her concerns at the meeting and then stopped. John had mentally made sure that she could no longer see him.

"I'm still standing here and as you can see, you can't see me," he said and then laughed softly before making himself visible again. Now it was she whose smile widened.

"I understand. I'd love to know how you do it."

He looked at her thoughtfully and tilted his head.

"I don't think you have to, it's better for all of us, don't you think?" he replied.

He mentally planted the thought in her mind that it really was better if she didn't know. Inwardly, he gave himself a high five and congratulated himself on the ring. He could still hardly believe it, even though he had already done so much with the ring.

"Yes, you're right. I could set up a meeting like that tomorrow after school, would that suit you?" she offered him an appointment straight away.

"That's actually very convenient. And I have another question. Do you have an unused room? One that's a bit out of the way?"

Mrs. Osbourne thought for a moment and looked at him deliberately.

"Well, there are unused rooms next to the janitor's office at the other end of the site. Why do you ask?" she replied.

"Well, for one thing, I still have a few unpaid bills that I'd like to settle, and a retreat for me would also be quite interesting. Could I have all the rooms, apart from the janitor's of course?" he gave her his thoughts.

"I think that can be done, but what about the ... well, I think you'll find a solution for that, don't you?" John nodded when he heard her answer.

"However, I would like something from you," she said shortly afterward.

Now it was John who looked at her in surprise. He wanted to hear what she wanted at least once, and nodded.

"Can you influence more than one person?"

John nodded again

"Do you know how many you can influence at once?"

This time John shook his head.

"What do you say we kill two birds with one stone? I organize a donation day at our school and you make sure people donate."

John grinned, that could be helpful to know how many he could influence at once. He knew he could influence a whole class, which was 15 people, but could he influence more? SO he had his test in a reasonably safe environment and the private rooms to himself and she would get more donations. A win-win situation for the two of them.

"We can do that, but we'll talk about it again," he replies to her.

"It's a deal. Too bad we can't speed up my transformation."

John shrugged before replying, "Well, we can, but it wouldn't be advisable."

"Yeah, you're right. Anything else?"

John shook his head and said goodbye, now Carla would probably want to have another word with him.