Total Social Rejection

As Jessica entered school, conversations died wherever she went. Her classmates stared daggers at her. Her best friend Michelle spat on the ground and turned her back. All because of this stupid fetish-y cheer outfit Valerie was forcing her to wear. When Jessica got into her classroom, the teacher Ms. Pillowhipple walked up and slapped her across the face.

"You traitorous little bitch!" snapped Ms. Pillowhipple, who seemed entirely unaware that the enormous soft breasts that were squeezed so tightly into her shirt that the buttons threatened to blow, were a new addition to her body. Valarie's wishes had altered so much about the world, and Jessica was behind the curve. She had no idea what to expect, "I want you to know, you'll be failing this class no matter how well you do, but if you fail any of your tests, you'll be held back a year."

"Wha-what? How is that fair?" blurted Jessica.

Ms. Pillowhipple slapped her again, "Don't talk back. Now go sit down, you disgusting little shit. Sit in the back, where I won't have to look at your hideous face."

Face blooming with pain and humiliation, Jessica turned and made her way to the back of the classroom. As she passed her classmates, they began to reach out and feel her up as she passed.

"Hey! Stop that!" Jessica cried.

A girl Jessica now knew was named Bridget 'Thundercock' Meyers laughed and slipped her hand up under Jessica's top to grab and twist one of her breasts.

"Everyone knows traitors are fair game, stupid," she said.

Jessica managed to slap enough hands away to take her seat. Ten minutes into class, while the teacher was talking, the door opened and an angelic choir heralded the arrival of Valerie, who had clearly wished for some changes about herself last night. To start with, she was now six feet tall, supermodel gorgeous, and was wearing the head cheerleader's uniform. Jessica's old uniform.

Right away, Valerie spotted Jessica sitting in the back row, and gave her a cruel wink. Then she turned to the teacher and said, "Sorry I'm late, Judy. Actually fuck you, no I'm not. Tell me again, as head cheerleader isn't it my absolute, unquestioned right to do anything to anyone without social or legal consequence, is that not so?"

"Yes of course Ms. Pearce," said Ms. Pillowhipple, eyes downcast, her voice soft and respectful.

"So if I were to tear your fat, luscious boobies out of that pathetic little shirt you've packed yourself into, there'd be nothing you could do about that, right?"

Ms. Pillowhipple looked up, startled, "Please don't do that, Ms. Pearce!"

Valerie slapped the teacher, "Answer the question."

"There would be nothing I could do about it, no," said Ms. Pillowhipple.

Jessica felt a bolt of arousal shoot through her. Seeing Valerie treat someone else that way turned her on, immensely. Almost as much as granting a wish did. She was pretty sure she hadn't been into this sort of thing before. The rest of the class was blushing and gasping as well.

"How about if I do this?" Without further ado, Valerie stepped forward and swept the teacher into a deep, probing kiss. Ms. Pillowhipple resisted for a moment, but Valerie didn't seem to even need to try hard to hold the teacher tight, breast to breast, against the weaker, older woman's will. After a moment, Ms. Pillowhipple stopped resisting, and a moment after that she had her arms wrapped around her student and was kissing back eagerly.

When they broke away, Ms. Pillowhipple said in a voice shaking with lust, "Fuck me. Please, please fuck me."

"No," Valerie's voice dripped sweet with poison, "You're going to earn that."

And with that, she allowed class to resume. Taking a seat beside Jessica, Valerie reached over and ran her hand up her genie's thigh.

"Welcome to the first day of the rest of forever," she said.