More office hours

While standing in the hallway, you take another second to bask in your recent memories and to daydream about your next encounter with O'Connor will entail. Back in reality, you look at your watch and remember that you have your intro to computer science class coming up in about forty five minutes. Just thinking about how pointless it is makes you groan. You're already taking advanced courses, and you've even finished all the work for the class for the entire semester. Your professor, however, requires attendance and won't alter that rule for you, claiming that it wouldn't be equitable. She even made fun of you in class for it, which further drove a wedge between you and others in the school even as it thoroughly embarrassed you. Dr. Nakamura is so damn unreasonable, and she's such a bitch, you think to yourself, if only I could get out of it, there would be so much more time in the day and life would be just that much more bearable.

You're about to start heading to the class, figuring that you could do some work before it or get a light lunch on the way, when you suddenly remember that her office hours are currently happening and won't end until a few minutes before your class starts. You've been in her office once before, namely when she told you that you had to attend class, and you know that it's in the building next to the one you're currently in. You take off in that direction, thinking that a few choices might help you out in this situation.

On the way, you laugh a little internally as you think about how disconnected Nakamura's personality and status are. You certainly respect her intelligence and think that her ideas are well ahead of their time, and it seems to you that even the other faculty have similar thoughts. Still, she's a relatively new professor and is in fact merely an adjunct trying to make her way towards true professorship and then tenure. You think that she could make it there, but her air of authority, coldness, and lack of interpersonal skills have definitely affected her ability to rise up the ranks. You start to enter the building and snicker as you head towards her corner as you think about how the other computer science faculty must have gotten tired of her since she's essentially stuck in a small glorified closet in a building across campus from them.

Her room is the only occupied one in this corner of the building, though there is a janitorial closet next to her that is occasionally used. As you approach, you see that her door is closed but that no other students are around, so you knock and wait expectantly. Her office doesn't have any windows so you can't see her approach, but the door opens and she says, "Hi, I assume you want to get out of class again, or have something else I'll have to deal with, but come in."

She walks back to her desk and you enter, closing the door behind you. She looks back at you, startled and a little angry, and barks out, "Hey, leave that open! Its office hours, and I can't be in here with a student if the door's closed anyways."

You sit down in the chair in front of her desk and again take stock of the room, again seeing how it's only big enough to fit her small desk and two old chairs with just a few feet between each of them. Not wanting to be disturbed, you decide to take a similar approach to what you did earlier, and slowly say, "Well, I need to talk about something personal. So would you rather keep the door closed and lock it, or talk privately in one of the vacant offices next yours?"

She just mutters, "I'd rather lock the door," and gets up to do so. As she passes by you start to think about her body. She's kinda hot in a frigid sort of way, and both of her parents are from Japan. She, however, was raised in the States, as her customs and language indicate. She's incredibly flat chested and has a small ass, but she's thin, lithe, and has an extremely cute face with luscious lips. Granted, her demeanor can make her face a little less attractive but only a little. And her hair is mid length and jet black, though she has a white streak of dye running through it.

She locks the door, but as she turns around her expression becomes confused and then somewhat angry. She looks at you and says, "I didn't want to do that, and I would never agree to either of those things. Did you **** me or something? Get out of here!"

You're taken aback and feel your whole body tense, but then you think about the way that she's treated you and the rage bubbles up inside you. You explode and lean forward to say, "Shut the fuck up. Would you rather sit in your chair quietly until I let you get up or speak, or do the same but on my lap instead of the chair?"

She looks at you, aghast, but then is **** to say, "the chair." She walks to it and starts to say, "What the hell, this is inappropriate and I'm going to-," but then she sits down and becomes eerily quiet while staring daggers at you.

You continue to think about how she's treated you and how she's acted. You realize that people can indeed discern what is happening if you push it, but since she already has you kind of want to test out your powers on her. As much as you want to be good, as you look at her you can't help but feel anger continue to flow through you. You decide that this one time you'll allow yourself to use the power without any consideration for the person you're using it on, and ultimately just give into a desire for ****. Still, you think, this will provide a good opportunity to really figure out what the power can change.

You kind of want to present her with a few choices that have one absolutely horrific option and the one you want her to pick, but some new instinct in you makes you think that providing choices that aren't at least reasonably equitable could be disastrous for you. Before you really begin, though, you still do want to get out of class, so you ask, "Would you rather give just me full credit for attendance regardless of anything else that happens, or the whole class?"

"Just you," she spits out, her expression shifting from horror at her choice to anger at you.

"Yeah," you say, "any question I begin with that phrase has to be answered, and you have to deal with that choice." She looks terrified for a moment. Her cold demeanor quickly returns, but you can still see a hint of fear there. "I haven't had this ability for very long, but I'm thinking that this could be a great time to test it out." You grin evilly, and after a moment's thought you say, "You know, the being who gave me this power just said that your fate would be changed by the choice, so I think I may be able to make you choose between more than just what you'll do or how you feel. I mean, the would you rather books I read as a kid have strange things in them, so that may apply here."

Nakamura is just looking at you, waiting for whatever you'll say. You feel a twinge of doubt, but hold on to your anger at her and let yourself revel in the situation. In doing so, you feel your dick getting hot, and then say, "This can be a bit taboo, but I've always found the idea of body morphing to be sexy." You see her panic for a moment and then say, "So let's try this: would you rather have pert tits that are so large you can barely reach around them to grab your own wrists, or become a classically sexy Latina?"