Yes

He woke up with his arms around his mother, in a sweaty, tangled mess. They were facing each other, and Kyle honked a boob to shake her out of her sleep, only to be met with the swirly eyes he’d commanded she have last night. They were hot, but wouldn’t fly in a public setting.

“I wish your eyes were back to normal.”

And so they shifted, with Nikki’s wonderful brown pupils staring right into Kyle’s. She flashed him that infectious smile, and he put a hand to her cheek.

“Oh, babe. I wish we could stay like this forever. But Mommy has a History class to teach. And in seventh period, she gets to teach her favorite boy…”

She tapped him on the nose and got up to take a shower in the bathroom attached to her bedroom, but Kyle had different plans.

“You don’t want to shower. You’re going to put on your slutty skater clothes and go to school that way. I want you reeking of sex the entire day.” He held up the ring, with his mother’s attention caught helplessly on it. Her soft tits jiggled as they came to a standstill, and she nodded, absorbing her son’s opinion as if it were her own. Kyle would never not be wowed by the magic of his new toy, and since he figured the ring would work on anyone (since it can change physical reality), an exciting school day lay ahead of him.

They were out the door in minutes, and the drive was short, so Kyle took the time to drink in his older girlfriend’s looks. Nikki was sporting a black Dodgers cap, an Adidas crop top that exposed her yummy midriff, and jean shorts that left most of the thighs showing. She also had on the sneakers from yesterday. He couldn’t wait to see the students’ and teachers’ reaction to her outfit.

After pulling into the parking lot, Kyle’s Mom popped the driver’s side door open, and what followed was like a scene from a movie. Heads everywhere turned to see Ms. Alexander, grinning obliviously, wearing the clothes of a teenager. And her dorky son was in tow.

What the hell was going on?

“Ms. Alexander, that is entirely inappropriate!” The principal, a Mr. Harding, stomped over to the boy and his mother/lover. She was taken aback, but Kyle was steadfast, and readied the ring in his pocket for whatever came next.

“Your getup is totally unbecoming of an educator! You look like one of our seniors, for crying out loud!” The balding man was red in the face, a jerk who was getting in the way of Nikki looking sexy. Something drastic had to be done if her son wanted the charade to continue.

“My mother is a senior here at Central High. She’s 18 years old, and one of my two girlfriends.” Within seconds, as Kyle predicted, Nikki’s body began to morph, though the change was just as stunning to watch. The beginnings of wrinkles on her face disappeared, and her skin tightened so that it glowed, complete with a pert butt and fresh, wondrous boobs. She pursed her lips and snuggled up to her BF as she whipped out a pink iPhone, and scrolled through it.

The principal shook his head, and the young man saw a new reality take hold in his mind, telling him that this was the way things always were.

“I’m sorry Kyle. Nikki,” he bowed slightly to the students. “I should be on my way. Have a good day.” And with that, he stomped back off, surely finding another problem with something or other. It was Kyle’s turn to grin when he grabbed his GF by the hip and strolled into the building with her. The halls were bustling with people. A deviant like him could pull off anything, with minutes to go until the first bell rang.

Who could he hypnotize and fuck today? He thought of Paloma, in his English class. She was a Latina with a permanently bored expression, but she was nice enough to Kyle, and even laughed at a few of his jokes. He pictured her on his arm, across from Mommy, an ice queen he could dominate the school with. Or the town. Fuck it! As long as he had this Ring of Truth, the world was pretty much his oyster.

There was Rylee, a shorter girl in his Spanish class, who he’d come to adore over the last few weeks. She sat to the right of him every day, and they had a pretty good rapport going, since they both struggled mightily with their foreign language credit. Rylee was darker than Paloma, but she had a brighter disposition, and he would’ve asked her out if not for Courtney. Kyle imagined her bouncing on his cock, laughing carefree, while Paloma whipped her round, fuckable ass into submission, as it landed in his lap, again and again…

Finally, there was Yara, a pudgy girl from Lebanon whom he shared Calculus with. Though from a Muslim country, in the few years she’d been in the states Yara had transformed into a typical female teenage harlot, complete with a nose piercing and highlights in her dark hair. The girl was extremely beautiful, and would sometimes catch Kyle gazing at her profile from behind. She never said anything about it, though.

If he did acquire Yara, her treatment would be special. Paloma would be standing at the right hand of the throne, with Rylee lying comfortably on King Kyle’s knees. Meanwhile, Lucy would serve as a footstool, or a dog, or a toilet for Kyle to beat the shit out of, just to relax. He would stroke her lips with his toes and relish in the control he had over another human being.

He relieved himself of this awesome daydream and turned a corner to see dueling rows of red lockers and even more kids, a sea of bodies and legs on a polished, checkered floor.