You make home ec sexy, along with the rest of the world

You walk into the class and look around. Instead of desks and chairs, the home economics classroom has a lot of counters like a lab room. There are several ovens in the counters as well as cooking gear scattered about. The shelves on the walls have sewing supplies and other household stuff.

What you mainly notice is the poor quality of girls in the room. Despite you being the only guy in the class, there isn't much to look at. Way too many fatties and way too many girls you recognize as annoying bitches. After how well the improvements to Ms. Ballicker went, it's a shame to see so many girls who aren't just as much fun as the principal.

With a smile you start changing things. First, all women everywhere are incapable of getting fat or having bad skin. The girls slim down, even the teacher Ms. Shelly loses several pounds and a couple pimples. Looking over your forty-ish teacher, you make it so women age more gracefully than men, causing her (and all the other women in the world) to look significantly younger. Her long brown hair loses its gray strands and gets less frizzy as the split-ends heal. You then change women's bodies so flat chests are incredibly rare, making the average cup size a D.

The girls move to their cooking stations as the bell rings. You decide that looking better isn't worth much if nobody can see it and wish for some changes to standard female clothing. Now several girls are wearing playboy bunny suits like Ms. Ballicker or kitty variants, some are in skimpy Catholic school girl outfits, and some are just wearing bikinis.

None of the girls think their outfits are odd, but several sneer at you for staring at them. With a final thought you make all women as sexy and subservient as Ms. Ballicker. The girls immediately smile at you flirtatiously, eager to please you or any other man.

Ms. Shelly adjusts her bright pink bikini and looks up from her desk. "Okay class, today we're going to be making my favorite salads, with a little extra-"

"Actually," you interrupt, "I'd rather have an orgy."

The newly voluptuous teacher smiles demurely. "Well, that wasn't in the lesson plan for the day, but it sounds like a great idea!"

Judging by the moaning noises coming from the walls, your classroom isn't the only one to have that great idea.