Very.

The moment you thought to get redressed your magic took control to go through the ritual that called for. Before you could put your dress on you had to bow with hands together to the four cardinal directions. Thankfully north was marked on the wall with a red square. Than you had to bow again but this time while brushing the magic wolf tail at the low point of each bow. After reattaching the tail to the dress you took the wolf ears off of your head and repeated the bow and brush. When you were done with that, you pulled the dress on, feeling the tail again was accompanied by a weird click sensation. Than you clapped your hands twice in each direction before putting the headband back on. Once the ears clicked onto you your body was yours again.

Picking up your bag, you looked at what had caused your phone to push a notification again. You’re not surprised when you see a World Tome notification, but what does surprise you is the second notification. Michelle sent a text that World Tome says is from five minutes ago in the current reality. Checking the text you read:

“FML. Forgot my Lacblock today. They’re getting SORE.”

Sighing, you put your phone back in your bag and headed to class.

Stepping back into the floating classroom you noticed changes immediately. Most of the furniture from last time was gone and in its place were cushions, couches, extremely large flowers, pools of goo, and other more exotic seats. Michelle now had a platform that was half stone, half plush blanket and perfectly seamless. Your seat was positively spartan by comparison, with only an adjustable back, a padded seat, and an attached desk. You took your seat as you contemplated the rest of the changes.

There were only two guys left in the entire class, and they had gone full anime pretty boy. You’re not even sure about one of them being physically a guy; the human looking one could have easily been a very flat figured girl or binding themselves under their clothes. They sat next to the orc guy who wore nothing but a pair of blue Jean shorts. He was tiny compared not just to the other orcs in class, but everyone.

Third, the milkers. Most of the class had a personal milking machine of some kind, and a lot of them were in use. The most common milker was a set of clear tubes, connected to a tank on the floor. The ladies using these all had their shirts still on, occasionally wincing and adjusting. The other kind was a hard plastic shell with a tank in it, that was either held up or strapped in like a bra. Meanwhile, Michelle appeared to lack either of these. She lay on her back with the stone half of her platform under most of her looking completely miserable. Her boobs were a lot bigger since last you saw her, but she didn’t have any wet spots on the front of her dress shirt. You wondered why she was alone in this situation as they expanded quite noticeably.

With all the milking going on, Miss MacKenna was now more noticeable for not being actively milked or having an udder that dripped slowly. She now wore black yoga pants with her now tiny udder hanging over the waist band. Nothing else about her seemed different as she continued to give a presentation on why so many changed are female or feminine identifying.

Looking over at where Jess and Shauna sat, you knew exactly why. Their desks had become some combination of high end computer chair, recliners, and future-tech screen. The arms were keyboards and their heads were covered by a mostly opaque screen that you would call holographic. Seeing your look, Jess waved and a little while later heard your phone ding despite putting on silent for the millionth time today. You pulled your phone out of your bag, and opened the text from her.

“Enjoying the changes so far?” You were originally not going to answer her, but than you started thinking. You were just a plaything to her, and she would easily ignore your response to do what she wanted to. If you wanted to have any control at all You needed to find out how to get her to actually listen to a point you had. It was a better idea than doing nothing, so you picked your words carefully to craft the perfect probing answer.

“I guess?” You saw the moment she got the text, and you immediately saw that you had struck a nerve, as her hands gripped the chair arms and than started a furious typing. You didn’t expect such a strong response first try.

You definitely didn’t expect the time freeze as she leaped out of her chair to just yell at you

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN?” She yelled so loudly you swear MacKenna looked at her for a moment though the time freeze. You realized now a massive mistake: you had no plan what to do if this actually worked. You never expected it to work first try and now Jess was so worked up she hadn’t unfroze Shauna, which you’re pretty sure is a bad thing for you.

“Give me a moment, I can explain.” You lied

“Moment given, explain now.” She said though gritted teeth.

“Well, everything just seems so unrealistic to me.”

“I can remake the world at my whim of course it’s unrealistic.” She slammed her palms down on your desk.

“Yes but you’re the one controlling it, I’m living in it, and i don’t get to ignore things for the sake of whatever fetish you feel needs to happen right now.” For a moment her intense gaze looks as though she is actually going to start shooting lasers from her eyes. Than she blinks.

“What do you suggest than?” You **** yourself to not show any relief yet. You are definitely doing more planning before doing something this stupid again.

“Two things: first a lot more differences in changed than mostly elves and orcs with the occasional succubus or catgirl. Or at least an explanation for why half the class is just the pretty kind of elves.”

“Fair enough, and the second?”she had put her hand to her chin, clearly already planning something.

“Moderation. One girl milking themselves is interesting, every girl milking themselves is just another day.” She nodded in agreement.

“You bring up some good points, I never would have expected this out of John. Hmm... I suppose you really took to being Hana than.” She smiled as a cold feeling formed in your stomach.

“Well I suppose I should let class finish shouldn’t I? Oh and have fun at the doctors after school.” She strutted back to her desk and time restarted, leaving you confused.