Give yourself authority to extend/change the class

You're a little disappointed to hear the class bell ring, having enjoyed the show enough to want it keep going. As the students get up, and Stella realizing how awkward it is for her to get out of her desks with her legs spread, you suddenly get a flash of inspiration. Writing faster then you've ever done in your entire life, you jot down:

• New Rule: The Female Behavior Monitor has the authority to change the start or end time of any class they want. These times can even be outside normal school hours/days. The female students are expected to stay in class for the entirety of these classes, though the males may leave if they wish.

"WAIT. You can't go yet!" you shout as you finish writing. One of the twins who was about to open the door looks back at you. Mrs Barker looks at you with her eyebrows raised. "The class is over John."

You smile. "Actually, it's not. I've decided to change the hours of this class."

The eyes of every student in the class widen. Most of them had forgotten the school rules allowed to do that.

Mrs Barker sighs slightly. "Oh really?"

"Yes, from now on this class goes until 8 am tomorrow"

"WHAT?!" shouts about half the class.

"Please, look at my tits! You can't be serious" screams Stella, having been just a few seconds from freedom of this awful class.

"But I was hoping to play some video games tonight", said a nerdy guy who's name you can't remember.

"Idiot, you don't have to stay. You're a boy, only us girls have to stay" said his Korean friend Ali Park, who was shaking with anger at the double standard of this school rule.

"Oh yea" he replied, letting out a sigh of relief.

Ali continued "This is so unfair. Doesn't anyone notice that the women of this school have way less rights than the guys."

Mrs Barker raised her eyebrow "That's ridiculous. Our school prides itself on its equality Mrs Park"

"Then why does that pervert John Doe get to keep doing this shit to us! Just earlier he took my bra and smiled like an pervert about it."

"Language Mrs Park! And I'll remind you that John was selected for being the most qualified for the job. Plus, like his decisions or not, he has at no point overstepped the boundaries of the position he was given"

"Yeah Ali. It's not nice to call people names. Oh, by the way, I've decided that for your outfit you are required to lift your skirt above your waist at all times to show off your panties."

She turned red. "Mrs Barker. Don't you see! This is exactly what I'm talking about."

"Mrs Park! You are in violation of the dress code. You are to lift that skirt right now or I will be calling the principle."

"But... but I..." She stammered, infuriated that the teacher couldn't see this obvious **** of power right in front of her.

"Ali! I will count to three! One... two"

Knowing she had lost, she resigned herself and lifted up her plan skirt to show her frilly white underwear.

"Thank you Mrs Park" she said, as she turned to go to clear the whiteboard, in preparation for the continuation of her lecture.

"Yes, thank you Mrs Park" you repeat, smiling at her. "Oh, by the way Ali, you're not going to sit at your desk. Instead, you're going to stand right in front of my desk so i can get a look at your underwear and make sure you aren't breaking the rules by lowering the skirt."

"Mrs Barker..." she started, knowing it was futile. The teacher nearly responded with a disinterested. "Seems reasonable."

Fuming, she followed walked up to your desk, still holding up her skirt as she moved. You shift your desk back a bit to give Ali room to stand in front of you. "That's good. Start out facing the front of the class. We wouldn't want you missing anything." you say. She stares daggers at you, and turns so you will have a perfect view of her panty clad butt.

As the rest of the class look at each other, still in disbelief, one of the girls, a buxom brunette drama kind, name Sasha Rivers, walks nervously up to the teacher, who had finished wiping off the board. You notice that she must have come in late, as she wasn't there when you dressed everyone else. 'Someone to save for later' you think to yourself.

"Mrs Barker" Sasha asked, causing the teacher to look up in annoyance that people weren't letting her continue the class. Before she could be reprimanded, Sasha aid "I'm in a play tonight downtown. Could I please be excused early?"

"Well... I..." Mrs Barker starts, thinking. However, before she can answer, half of the other girls start giving excuses to leave.

"I have a date tonight. We've had reservations for 6 months."

"I need to pick up my kid brother"

"It's the finals of my girls hokey team. I need to be there! I'm their captain."

"It's my first night of work. I can't be late on the first night!"

"Please look at my tits! I have a hair appointment."

Wanting to nip this in the bud, you jot down a rule, this time changing the scope to the entire planet:

• New Rule: Any other responsibilities a female student may have are superseded by the obligation to attend a class that the Female Behavior Monitor has changed the hours of. This rule is recognized and respected by all family members, organizations, or legal entities on the planet. There is no legal exception, regardless of how important the conflicting responsibilities are.

"That's enough ladies" Mrs Barker shouted. She wasn't just annoyed now, she was appalled at their suggestions. "I will not stand here and have you request to break the law. You all know that whatever job or appointment you had must be canceled if it conflicts with a class John changed the time of. Why, it's one of the only laws that every single country in the world agrees on. Whatever obligations you had, they will understand."

There were mumbles of disappointment, though they seemed to understand. It was one of the strictest international laws on earth after all.

One guy, who had stuck around for the show whispered to his friend "I still can't believe that law happened. Of all the things the entire world could come together on, it just happened to be our school class attendance."

A girl whispered "I hear that breaking that law gives you an automatic life sentence without a trial"

"Yikes. I'm definitely not going anywhere then." another girl replied.

The class, realizing there was nothing they could do, sat at their desks. Most of the guys left, with only a two staying out of curiosity. Many of the girls took out their phones to text their friends, family, or work that they were legally required to stay until morning, and to make do without them.

When Stella sat, she forgot how cold the chair was on her bare ass and yelped. Mrs Barker looked at her, with an eyebrow raised. Stella then said "Look at my tits, eek", saying the last word with maximum sarcasm.

Taking one last look at her notes, Mrs. Barker cleared her throat. "Well, since I have about 21 hours, I suppose I can go into much more detail on the things I summarized earlier. You should feel lucky actually, you will be getting a more in depth analysis of the authors use of language than most students."

A few people groaned at how boring their next 21 hours would be.

As she lectured, you begin brainstorming, occasionally looking at Ali's butt and panties to give yourself motivation. You had extended class by over 3/4ths of a day without fully thinking about what you'd do during that time to keep things interesting. Practical questions like sleep or food also came up in your mind, but you figured you could deal with that later, if at all.

Still, having gotten a bigger thrill than you expected from simply extending the classes duration, you decide you want to continue with your ability to modify the entire class. After about 15 minutes of brainstorming, you had the following written:

• New Rule: The Female Dress Inspector also has the authority to change the subject of any class, even if it is already in session. The teacher is expected to instruct the class to the best of their ability. Furthermore, any grades that were given in regards to the old subject are discarded.
• Old Rule: It is a miraculous trait of all teachers that they just instantly become experts in any subject if the The Female Dress Inspector tells them to teach it. Even if they have had no life experience with the subject, they will receive an encyclopedic knowledge of it subconsciously.
• New Rule: The female Dress inspector is allowed to spend any amount of the school's budget to purchase anything he deems essential to the class.
• New Rule: The Female Dress Inspector can add or remove any student to any class he wishes. If the student is off campus, and they are needed in a current class, they will be texted and expected to arrive within 30 minutes or be punished at the Female Dress Inspectors discretion.
• New Rule: The Female Dress Inspector may schedule a class exam, written by him, to all of the female students of a class. Students who fail to pass this test are expelled.

The last of those rules seemed like an especially fun idea. He could give them all a test in any stupid subject he wanted, and watch them stress and cram to avoid losing their entire academic career.

As you look around the class, imaging those girls struggling, you're eye's fall on Stella, still no less humiliated, and looking like she'd rather be anywhere else on the planet.

It occurs to you at that moment that some students, like her, may see expulsion as an acceptable alternative to being in a school with your authority. To close that possibility with an additional rule:

• Old Rule: Being expelled, if you are a female, is thought of as one of the greatest humiliation that can ever happen to them, and they have an instinctive need to avoid it at all costs. This instinct is so strong in fact, that they will find literally anything else preferable to it.
• New Rule: The Female Dress Inspector can prevent expulsion if they both sufficiently beg and then perform one task he instructs him. This task may take place outside of a school setting.

Satisfied, you stand up and loudly clear your throat. A nervous gulp is heard from half the class, knowing that this could mean nothing good.

"Excuse me Mrs Barker."

"What is it John?" she asks, somewhat annoyed.

"I've decided to permanently change the subject of this class."

If she was at all shocked by this, then she didn't show it. Instead, she simply nodded "Very well. Class, please disregard everything I have taught you this year. You will no longer need it. I will tell the principle, and your grades up to this point will be erased"

"WHAT" shouted Jill, a petite redhead with glasses. She had been getting straight A's in this course, and was shocked to hear that all of that work just became obsolete. Meanwhile, Trish, a tall Indian girl with a pony tail gave a sigh of relief, as she had been facing the course, so was happy to be on equal footing. You recognized both of these girls as ones you had instructed to donate their bras. Looking at their bodies, you start to regret not doing more.

"Yes, I know this is all a bit of a surprise, but you all knew this was a possibility since we told you the rules at Freshman orientation" Mrs Barker said, waving her hand. She added "You may return your textbooks after class. Assuming the new subject won't be needing them."

She looks up at you. "Will we?"

"Oh trust me, we won't be studying literature anymore.

Half of the class looked worried about what you're going to change it, especially the girls who have first hand experience with your cruelty. Though, a few of the others who had found Mrs Barkers lecture especially boring are happy for the change of pace.

Mrs Barker asked "And what exactly would you like the new subject to be?"

You smile and answer.