Hannah Perez is a young high school English teacher: fairly new to the job, fairly conservative (both in attitude and attire), fairly convinced that what she is about to do for the next few hours is her LEAST favorite thing to do in the whole wide world. Because today it’s her turn to stay after school to oversee detention. This surely wasn’t what all of her education and training was all about, was it? To more or less be a policeman on afternoons like this?! Teaching the classics, getting students excited about literature–now that is why she became a teacher. But it IS part of the job; better grin & bear it. She glances down at the list of names for that day’s detention. The good news is that there’s only one name on the list–the bad news is that it happens to be the biggest scoundrel in the entire school. She had heard rumors that this student had driven some previous teachers out of the school–even out of the profession! But that’s got to be some kind of urban legend, right? No point spending any time thinking about that, detention is starting NOW. As the lone student enters, the teacher tries her best to be stern and authoritative, but it’s rather clear that she’s very nervous and very self-conscious. After a few pregnant pauses, she seems to be headed toward a panic attack? She tries to be deflective by scolding the student for wasting his time… and hers… and she certainly doesn’t want to be afterschool like this… and why can’t she just be expected to TEACH, etc. etc. The student senses an opportunity here by offering some advice. Replies the teacher, “Is that true? Your father says that by taking deep breaths and counting backwards from ten, that it can cure a panic attack? Well, I’ve got nothing to lose…”
But as Hannah Perez proceeds to make use of the relaxation technique, changes begin to occur unbeknownst to her. The hem of her full-length skirt becomes higher and higher and higher. Her professional blouse and jacket seem to have been replaced with a snug tube-top. And her hair has unfurled from its rather unfashionable bun. And by the time she has reached “One”, not only is her mind relaxed, but her attitude is even more relaxed. Perhaps downright friendly? She starts to be inquisitive about the student, asking him about all of his turn-ons, turn-offs, hobbies. She is told about an upcoming party. “A pool party? Believe it or not, I’ve never ever been to one of those. But I’ve always imagined what it must be like.” She closes her eyes to concentrate on the notion, and changes begin again without her knowing. Soon she is transformed into a ravishing bikini babe with full makeup… and could it possibly be that her hair has gotten twice as long? She also becomes rather flirty, “You really think that I’ll have a good time? Well… would you take me?… You know, I wasn’t going to say this, but I’ve had a really BIG crush on you for a really long time…” The student seizes upon the chance and compliments his new bikini babe, encouraging her to flaunt her amazing body from head to toe. Then, after his flattery has finished, he asks a favor. “What is it you want me to do? You want me to spin around a few times… to get a better look at me? Well… sure!”
She twirls around a few times and (naturally) is transformed once again… into a superheroine herself! She strikes a powerful pose of hands on hips, chest thrust forward. But the truth of the matter is that despite the uniform, despite the superpowers, she remains totally loyal to the student. “What are we doing here in detention–was I being bad again? As a matter of fact, I should use my superpowers to bust us out of here…” at which point he starts laughing and jeering at her. “Why do you doubt my superpowers–do I have to provide yet another demonstration?!” She snaps her fingers and immediately begins growing! “Six feet” she proudly remarks upon achieving 6’0″. Then with each subsequent finger snap one extra foot after the other… “Seven feet”… “Eight feet”… “Nine feet” and finally, “Ten feet!” She superiorly looks down at him, “You know, I think the only reason why you tease me is so you can get me all bigger. Because then, you can get your hands all over my gigantic boobs, and my massive ass, and my towering legs. Why don’t you just behave yourself for now and take me home to your place– and then we’ll spend some Quality Time together! You’re the best boyfriend a girl could ever have, and you know that I’ll do anything to make you happy!”
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