Ruin Mrs. Anderson first

While Matt would love to destroy Mr. Phillips, the change in attitude and dress since changing from Miss Rathaway had definitely depressed the male population of the school, student and faculty alike, a depression that could not go unpunished. He waited until Ms. Gibson, the eighty year old librarian, stood up and walked out, leaving Coach Deacon, Mrs Anderson and himself inside the mind and body of Mr. Phillips. He could feel his cock getting hard as he watched the beautiful woman sitting next to the table, apparently pouring over calculus exams. He just wished her shirt was one she used to wear, one that would gap at the top, maybe giving a glimpse of a bra covered breast. He looked over at Coach Deacon, but he seemed almost hypnotized by his phone. Matt seemed to be the only one of the three actually paying attention to his surroundings.

As he looked at them, each at their own table, Matt pondered how he was going to ruin Mrs. Anderson. There were so many possibilities, but the two that stood out in his mind were personally or professionally. Ruining her personally could be fun, and he could do it with the two people sitting in front of him, it was only a matter of deciding how.

Professionally might be a bit more tricky, but he had a glimmer of an idea as to how he would accomplish that. Smiling grimly behind Mr. Phillip's face, Matt clenched and jumped into...