He might as well try

No one would ever string a prank along this far, so this is either a dream or some sort of subliminal mind control power. Either way, William was not about to let the opportunity pass him by.

He stood up slowly, giving Ms. Dalton time to take a step back and give him room to stand. Then, in the middle of a classroom full of people, he loosened his belt, undid his fly, and dropped both jeans and boxers to the floor in a single shove. His cock, fully erect, sprang into full view, and he could feel the eyes of every classmate on it. Somebody actually wolf-whistled in appreciation.

William took a moment -- and several deep breaths -- to get used to this feeling of complete exposure. The cool air against his skin. The quiet appreciation of his peers. Ms. Dalton absently tweaking a nipple and licking her lips at the sight of his throbbing rod.

"Oh my, William..." she gasps, then clears her throat and re-assumes her professional demeanor. "See, doesn't that feel better? I'd imagine you felt very cramped trying to handle that thing inside your pants."

Silently and without breaking eye contact, William slowly wrapped a hand around his shaft and started stroking it right in front of his young teacher. Then, he reached forward and grabbed Ms. Dalton's right tit.

"Mmm," she put her own hand over his, pressing his hand even harder against her chest, "I was about to suggest a little physical stimulation. How does it feel?"

"Amazing..."

William honestly didn't have anything to compare it to, having never felt a girl's breast before, but it was everything he had expected and more. But more importantly, he'd established that he could touch just as freely as he could act.