Tell her there's no way.

"Absolutely no way!" You say, holding your hands in front of your exposed dick. You look around at all the people passing by in the hallway. "This is so fucking embarrassing!"

"This?! This is embarrassing? Come on, nobody is even reacting to your naked butt! You should be grateful that I'm letting you live out a fantasy like this."

A breeze from an overhead vent makes you shiver. "No way! You're making me look like a pervert!"

She gives you a snarky smile. "Oh, come on. All teenage boys are secretly perverts. You've just gotten used to having to hold back. I think it's time for a do-over so you can get a bit of an attitude adjustment."

Jane snaps her fingers.

You're lying down with your eyes closed. Your alarm is going off. You reach over and turn it off. When you look around you see that you're in your bedroom, but there's barely any light coming through the window. You never wake up this early.

Despite that, you're wide awake, your usual morning wood annoyingly distracting, so you go ahead and get up. When you flip the light switch, you see that your bedroom is decorated completely differently. Every inch of wall space is covered in pictures of Jane. The biggest pictures are professional posters. Some of them are just a little flirty, with her in a tight outfit that shows off her curves, holding sports equipment, soft drinks, or some other products. Some are racier, showing her in tiny bikinis that confirm that the new Jane's curves are very real. You get lost staring at her breasts pushed together in a skimpy red bikini. You're past just having morning wood now, your erection is throbbing.

Then you notice the smaller pictures on the wall. They're all cell phone pictures of Jane at school. They look like they were all taken through bushes or from under desks, from places where she wouldn't notice that you were taking a photo. She's wearing a variety of sexy outfits in them, most of which shouldn't be allowed in the school. One picture has Mrs. Sigmund in the background. That's weird, she retired two years ago, but Jane looks the same in the picture as she does now, instead of looking like her old, unattractive self.

Then you notice one picture where Jane clearly caught you taking the picture. She's half turned around, but she's smiling at you in a superior way, as if she knew all along that you were skeezing on her. This picture is super hot, her knowing smile does something to your spine. There's a smudge on the printed out picture. It's a wet spot. You sniff it and quickly realize that this is a cum stain.

You realize what Jane did. She changed your whole history. Jerking off to pictures of her is your life now.

In the privacy of your room, it doesn't seem like a bad life. You're hornier than you've ever been, and that's obviously messing with your brain, but jerking off to Jane seems like both your problem and your solution right now. You sit down in a chair in front of your desk, and your eyes lock onto one of the posters. In it, Jane is on her knees on a beach, wearing the skimpiest black bikini. She's leaning forward, thrusting out her big breasts, and her hands are running through her silky, black hair.

"Fuck it," you say as you pull out your rigid cock. Locking eyes with the poster, you reach towards a bottle of lotion on your desk. The bottle wasn't there before all these changes, but your hand still reflexively finds it without looking. You lube up your hands and begin jerking.

You automatically think of Jane's offer. You imagine jerking off in front of her and cumming on her face. You cum almost instantly.

Feeling a little relief, you turn on your computer and search for her name. You quickly find that, despite still being in school, she's the top model in the world. Her pictures are everywhere, famous guys are lined up to date her, and you find a million fan sites full of horny guys and girls who want to do her. You find something that is billed as a sex-tape, but it's obviously a look-alike, and every commenter is angry that the model doesn't look as good at the real thing.

Within five minutes, you're hard again. You jerk off ferociously, trying to imagine yourself fucking her, but unable to. Her suggestion to jerk off and cum on her face was so lewd, so forward, that it's all you can think about. You last longer this time, imagining Jane massaging her breasts through her tight top, licking her lips in anticipation of receiving your cum. You picture her smiling as the thick goo hits her face, then snapping her fingers to clean it all off as you continue jerking.

You explosively cum in your hand. You breathe hard, almost shaking from the best jerk-off session of your life.

"John!" calls your mom from outside your door. "Come on, you're going to be late for school!"

"Umm, just a minute!" you answer. You look at the puddle of cum in your hand. "I just have to, um, finish something up."

"Are you masturbating to pictures of Jane again?" asks your mom. "I bought some more bottles of lotion if you need them."

Shame and embarrassment wash over you.