He certainly will go along with it

David looked down at the first statement on the list and hesitated. He didn’t like the idea of giving Ms. Myers full awareness of every single change — that felt far too risky.

David stared at the list for a long moment, his stomach tightening. Giving her blanket awareness of every change felt way too risky. He needed control.

He took a slow, steadying breath and spoke carefully, choosing every word with precision:

"Professor Eveline Myers will believe that every statement I read from this list is entirely her own idea for assessing the curse. She will only become aware of any reality changes I make if and when I want her to notice them… and she will only remember the details I choose to let her remember."

The words hung in the air for a second. David’s heart beat a little faster as he waited to see if the curse accepted the statement.

Ms. Myers simply smiled sweetly and motioned for him to continue, clearly delighted that her experiment was unfolding so smoothly.

David looked back down at the list. After a brief pause, he read the next line aloud:

"David Evanston understands advanced literary theory at a true master’s level, and Professor Eveline Myers is fully aware that this knowledge comes from the curse."

The effect was instant. A sudden, powerful wave of clarity washed over him. Years of muddled concepts and half-remembered lectures snapped into perfect focus. Advanced literary theory suddenly felt as natural and effortless as breathing.

Ms. Myers’ eyes narrowed slightly, catching the change in his expression. Before she could comment, David quickly added:

"Professor Eveline Myers believes that David’s sudden mastery of advanced literary theory is not due to the curse at all, but rather the result of her excellent teaching ability as a professor."

She blinked once, then a proud, satisfied smile spread across her face.

“Well,” she said warmly, her voice rich with self-satisfaction, “it seems all those years of rigorous instruction have finally paid off. I’m glad to see my teaching is bearing such impressive fruit in you, David.”

She leaned back in her chair, looking thoroughly pleased with herself — utterly convinced that David’s new expertise was entirely thanks to her skill as an educator.

David glanced down at the list again and read the next statement:

"Professor Eveline Myers has naturally long hair that falls down to her knees. It is a vibrant cherry-red colour instead of her previous shade, and she is fully aware of this change and remembers exactly how she looked before."

The words had barely left his mouth when the change began.

Ms. Myers’ tight, neat bun gradually loosened by itself. Her hair cascaded down her back in thick, luxurious waves, growing longer and longer until the silky strands reached all the way to her knees. At the same time, the colour deepened and brightened into a rich, vibrant cherry-red that seemed to glow warmly under the morning lights.

She let out a soft, surprised little sound as the heavy waves settled around her. Without thinking, she reached up and ran her fingers through the new length, clearly mesmerized by how smooth and glossy it felt.

David’s eyes flicked to the next line on the list. He hesitated for a split second, then read it out clearly:

"Professor Eveline Myers’ hair will always be in flawless condition, so she never has to do more than the bare minimum to maintain it."

The moment the words left his mouth, Ms. Myers hummed softly in appreciation. She ran her fingers through the long cherry-red strands, then gave her head a slow, luxurious shake. The heavy, glossy waves rippled and swayed dramatically, catching the light like liquid silk as they cascaded around her shoulders and down her back.

“Hmm…” she murmured, a satisfied little smile playing on her lips as she admired the vibrant colour. “This feels wonderful.”

David watched her quietly, a strange flutter of unease mixing with fascination in his chest. She was already enjoying the changes far more openly than he had expected.

"If only I looked like I did back in my prime, it would be fantastic, wouldn't it, David?" Ms. Myers said, tilting her head with a playful lilt. Her long cherry-red hair swayed heavily behind her like a silken curtain.

David kept playing along, pretending to follow her lead. He took a quick breath, then began reading the statement clearly:

"Professor Eveline Myers looks and feels exactly like a healthy, vibrant young woman in her physical prime while still appearing professional and dignified for her position." He paused for half a second, then continued: "She retains all the experience and wisdom of her current years. She is completely aware of this change and remembers her previous appearance and energy level."

The words barely left his lips before the change took hold.

Ms. Myers gasped, her eyes widening as a powerful wave of youth surged through her body. Decades of age melted away in a rush of heat and vitality. Her skin tightened and smoothed, glowing with a fresh, radiant lustre. Wrinkles vanished as her face reshaped into something strikingly beautiful — sharp cheekbones, full, inviting lips, and bright, sparkling eyes that suddenly looked far more mischievous than scholarly.

Beneath her powder-blue pantsuit, her body transformed with sensual grace. Her breasts swelled fuller and perkier, straining gently against the fabric. Her waist cinched inward, creating a dramatic hourglass curve, while her hips flared out into smooth, feminine lines. Her legs lengthened and toned, gaining the firm, supple shape of a woman in her absolute prime. Every movement became lighter, more fluid, charged with raw youthful energy.

She rose from her chair with effortless sensuality, her long cherry-red hair cascading down her back like a luxurious waterfall that brushed against the backs of her thighs. A delighted, breathy laugh escaped her as she ran her hands slowly down her newly curvaceous figure, savouring the firm bounce of her breasts and the smooth dip of her waist.

“Oh my… David,” she purred, her voice now younger, silkier, and laced with a warm, seductive undertone. “This feels incredible. I haven’t felt this alive… this beautiful… in decades.”

She turned slowly before the small mirror, hips swaying just a touch more than necessary. Her eyes lit up with open delight as she studied her reflection. Smooth, flawless skin. Sharp, elegant cheekbones. Full, inviting lips. Bright eyes that now held a mischievous glint beneath the weight of decades of knowledge and authority.

She lifted her chin slightly, the long cherry-red hair cascading down her back like liquid fire. Her smile deepened as she let her gaze drift lower, tracing the way her fuller breasts pressed against the fabric of her blouse, the narrow dip of her waist, and the soft flare of her hips.

A quiet, appreciative hum escaped her throat.

When she glanced back at David over her shoulder, her eyes burned with bright excitement… and something far more playful, almost hungry.

Seeing Ms. Myers admire her reflection with such open delight, a spark of boldness flared in David’s chest. He decided to push his luck.

He cleared his throat and read the next line from her list:

"Professor Eveline Myers considers David Evanston her absolute favourite student and genuinely wants to mentor him closely."

Before she could reply, he quickly slipped in his amendment: “…and she thinks this not because of the curse, but because she finds me cute.”

Ms. Myers let out a bright, surprised giggle. “Oh, you are adorable,” she teased, her voice warm and playful. “Stating the obvious like that.”

Emboldened by her reaction, David didn’t stop. He went straight for the next one: "Professor Eveline Myers finds David’s company very pleasant and enjoys these private sessions with him… not because of the curse, but because she finds me generally attractive."

Still giggling, Ms. Myers stepped closer until she was right in front of him. She reached up and playfully pressed a finger to his lips, her touch soft and warm.

“Careful now,” she purred, eyes sparkling with mischief. “We both could get in trouble if anyone learns of that.”

Ms. Myers stepped back with a sway in her hips and casually perched herself on the edge of her desk, crossing her long legs. She ran a hand through her knee-length cherry-red hair as she looked at David.

“Well… it seems your curse works just fine,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “I’m dying to solve more of its mysteries, but right now…” A sexy little smirk curved her lips. “I think I want to evaluate something else.”

“Something else?” David asked, playing dumb.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she cupped one of her newly perky breasts through her blouse, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze. Her eyes stayed locked on his as she began unbuttoning her suit jacket and shirt, then casually unhooked her pants.

“I think we should make this classroom soundproof for a little while,” she said smoothly, “so no one has any idea what’s going on in here.”

Fabric whispered as she shrugged off her jacket and let her shirt slide down her arms, followed quickly by her pants. She stood before him in just her underwear, her youthful, curvaceous body on full display. Then she stepped forward and pressed her firm, perky breasts against his chest, the warmth of her skin radiating through his shirt.

“It’s been so long since I’ve felt this beautiful,” she whispered, her breath warm against his neck. “So… what do you say, David?”