Seventh period the next day found Luke in his classroom before the students. This allowed him to set up his materials and start class as soon as the students arrived. He was glad he had too as it allowed him to watch his much changed class arrive. All the girls had taken his advice to heart as he knew they would. As they streamed in he noted there were no longer any torn stained jeans, spikes and leather, fishnets or camouflage. Pressed blouses, modest skirts or slacks, nice sweaters and nice shoes were now predominant. Hair was now natural color and nicely arranged and brushed. Makeup was tasteful and jewelry was kept to a minimum. He hardly even recognized the Goth Terri without her leather bustier, torn fishnet stockings and pale face makeup. Her hair as well turned out to not be naturally jet black but rather a nice honey blonde.
The boys still looked about the same. They weren't sure what was going on but they suddenly felt underdressed. Luke had a strong suspicion that tomorrow they would be better dressed.
“You look very lovely today, Terri” Luke complimented her as she laid her homework on his desk.
“Thanks, Mr. Landry” Terri said with a little blush. She Luke imagined would take some time to get used to the respectable looking skirt, sweater set, knee socks and loafers she wore.
Willow seemed to be adjusting well too. From what he had heard she attended all her classes so far that day and hadn't gotten any sort of trouble. She waved shyly to him as she entered the classroom. They had gone shopping early that morning. Luke let her buy five outfits of her own choosing and any other necessities she needed. He wasn’t surprised when the clothing she chose was quite feminine and modest. Today she wore a light red polo shirt with a nice khaki pleated skirt and matching flats. Only because he lived with her now he knew that under her skirt she wore cute white cotton panties covered in little yellow and pink kittens.
Luke was just about to begin teaching when the door flew open and in walked the principal. She was a real hard case. A large very plump woman with a sour disposition. She stomped in on her high heels and ushered two thugs Luke knew were in a gang and a girl that hung out with them.
Friday, August 30, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
Caption: Lana
Lana loved her job. It was a perfect job for a sadistic lesbian like herself. She was so glad her daddy was wealthy. His influence had allowed her to have her pick of positions and citing a wish to serve the public she became the warden of a state correctional facility for woman.
This position allowed her to sit behind one of the special two way mirrors she had installed just for this purpose and without their knowledge watch the inmates all day. From this vantage point she had the pleasure of watching all manner and variety of women undergo frequent invasive searches, freezing group showers, disciplinary sessions with the cane or strap and the not so uncommon ‘private interview’ with the guards . In her opinion there was nothing more arousing than seeing sexy, young, frightened, female inmate divested of her dignity and humanity and taken forcibly by a cruel heartless prison guard.
Sometimes she took a special interest in a particular convict. She would have her guard captain keep her informed about their progress and where they could be found at any moment. An unfortunate woman named Marissa was the latest to catch her attention. She was there for a relatively minor offense, sex trafficking or something, but that mattered little to Lana. Once a woman entered the walls of her prison they were fair game.
Lana she felt little guilt about discretely telling her guard captain to have Marissa taken out of her cell and escorted to a very private room where she had to pleasure the horny male guard while Lana watched. It was so hot Lana thought. The only thing Lana wished was that she knew what was going through the poor inmate’s mind as the guard forced his engorged member between her lips.
Then, thanks to the demon Armârôs, it was made so.
Lana found herself on the other side of the one way glass. In the cold gray prison cell, wearing only the skimpy prison uniform she and the guards had designed. She was now the convicted prostitute Marissa she realized with a shudder! She was an inmate in her own prison!
And that was when when one of the guard’s banged his nightstick against her cell door startling her out of her reverie. He told her to get up and come with him. She knew exactly what that meant. She pleaded for him to listen to her. She tried to tell him how something impossible had happened and how she was not Marissa… she was Warden Lana! The guard naturally believed none of what she said, it was too unbelievable, he yanked her up off the floor and dragged her out of the cell.
She was now just another convict bitch to him Lana realized. She was going to have to get used to enduring the countless indignities she had formerly heaped upon the hapless women under her care with glee. She couldn’t have conjured up a worse fate for herself in her most terrifying nightmare.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Story: A Mischievous Education (Part 2)
A Mischievous Education
Part 2
by Tcheser
The next day at seventh period Luke entered his class to again find Carrie sitting at his desk. This time she was going through the drawers clearly looking for something to steal. Luke would have to do something about that, but first he had other matters to attend to.
“Please take your seat, Carrie” Luke ordered the truculent girl who grudgingly did so. She didn’t wish to have her ear pulled again it appeared. Luke then set his things down on his desk and picked up the chalk. There were mandatory exams coming up and he needed to make sure his students were prepared. So he began writing down an outline on the chalkboard of what they had studied this semester and what was likely to be on the test.
The students hated tests and exams and started booing as soon as he wrote down exam on the board. One of them even threw a book at Luke. It hit him in the back near his shoulder blade. It stung and surprised Luke but didn’t really hurt him. He turned around and all but one person quieted down immediately. It was Billy. He couldn’t help but laugh at what he had just done and the look on Luke’s face. Luke knew Billy and knew Billy’s kind. He was a football player and a bully. He beat up weaker kids, stole their money, pants them and tossed them in the girl’s locker room. He especially seemed to like to torment the girls, he flipped up their skirts, chased them, and snapped their bras. He found it amusing to use his physical gifts to harm and humiliate other people.
Luke however wasn’t impressed. “Turn to page 212 in your text and read silently.” He told the class which hurried to do precisely that. Billy naturally couldn’t do as he was told though as his book was lying on the floor at Luke’s feet. He just sat there smugly and shrugged his shoulders. “Please come get your text book, Billy” Luke said as he picked it up and held it out.
The next day at seventh period Luke entered his class to again find Carrie sitting at his desk. This time she was going through the drawers clearly looking for something to steal. Luke would have to do something about that, but first he had other matters to attend to.
“Please take your seat, Carrie” Luke ordered the truculent girl who grudgingly did so. She didn’t wish to have her ear pulled again it appeared. Luke then set his things down on his desk and picked up the chalk. There were mandatory exams coming up and he needed to make sure his students were prepared. So he began writing down an outline on the chalkboard of what they had studied this semester and what was likely to be on the test.
The students hated tests and exams and started booing as soon as he wrote down exam on the board. One of them even threw a book at Luke. It hit him in the back near his shoulder blade. It stung and surprised Luke but didn’t really hurt him. He turned around and all but one person quieted down immediately. It was Billy. He couldn’t help but laugh at what he had just done and the look on Luke’s face. Luke knew Billy and knew Billy’s kind. He was a football player and a bully. He beat up weaker kids, stole their money, pants them and tossed them in the girl’s locker room. He especially seemed to like to torment the girls, he flipped up their skirts, chased them, and snapped their bras. He found it amusing to use his physical gifts to harm and humiliate other people.
Luke however wasn’t impressed. “Turn to page 212 in your text and read silently.” He told the class which hurried to do precisely that. Billy naturally couldn’t do as he was told though as his book was lying on the floor at Luke’s feet. He just sat there smugly and shrugged his shoulders. “Please come get your text book, Billy” Luke said as he picked it up and held it out.
Monday, August 19, 2013
Story: Tanning a Tanned Talia
Tanning a Tanned Talia
By Tcheser
Talia loved having a great tan. Although beautiful with a perfect body, gorgeous face, and long dark hair, she thought she looked healthier and even more attractive when she had a glorious bronze tan. Worried about the harmful effects of the sun however she did everything she could to maintain her gorgeous tanned skin without actually exposing herself to it. In search of the perfect sunless tan she tried; spray tanning booths, self tanning creams, UV tanning beds, and even holistic tanning. None of them gave her the tan that she was looking for however. They gave her either streaky uneven results, took too long or did so little she couldn’t see the point. What she really wanted was some miracle tanning pill she could just pop and be done with it.
When she saw the Apollo Tanning Tablets in an in-flight magazine Talia thought she had finally found the miracle for which she had been looking. It promised results in hours that lasted weeks. It seemed almost too good to be true, but even after reading the advertisement three times; she could find no hidden fine print or disclaimers.
Unfortunately her new husband, Dr. Paul Rodney, was less thrilled with her discovery. He was a doctor after all and didn’t approve of things that hadn’t been extensively tested and weren’t FDA approved. The claim that they worked as quickly as they did also led him to believe that they couldn’t be safe for continued use. “I don’t want you taking these tablets,” he finally told her straight out “They might have some side effects we don’t know about.”
By Tcheser
Talia loved having a great tan. Although beautiful with a perfect body, gorgeous face, and long dark hair, she thought she looked healthier and even more attractive when she had a glorious bronze tan. Worried about the harmful effects of the sun however she did everything she could to maintain her gorgeous tanned skin without actually exposing herself to it. In search of the perfect sunless tan she tried; spray tanning booths, self tanning creams, UV tanning beds, and even holistic tanning. None of them gave her the tan that she was looking for however. They gave her either streaky uneven results, took too long or did so little she couldn’t see the point. What she really wanted was some miracle tanning pill she could just pop and be done with it.
When she saw the Apollo Tanning Tablets in an in-flight magazine Talia thought she had finally found the miracle for which she had been looking. It promised results in hours that lasted weeks. It seemed almost too good to be true, but even after reading the advertisement three times; she could find no hidden fine print or disclaimers.
Unfortunately her new husband, Dr. Paul Rodney, was less thrilled with her discovery. He was a doctor after all and didn’t approve of things that hadn’t been extensively tested and weren’t FDA approved. The claim that they worked as quickly as they did also led him to believe that they couldn’t be safe for continued use. “I don’t want you taking these tablets,” he finally told her straight out “They might have some side effects we don’t know about.”
Friday, August 16, 2013
Story: The Rivalry
The Rivalry
Part 1
Shannon
Standing before the silly pink dresser in the equally pink painted room she fumed. She wouldn’t do it she thought with conviction. It was unseemly and undignified. Staying in the house of her colleague’s brother instead of a hotel paid for by the company was one thing. She could go along with that. She wouldn’t however wear his niece’s clothes. She just wouldn’t. And yet she really didn’t have a choice. She was naked and still a bit wet from her shower at the moment and they had to go interview an important witness soon. Outside. Where there were people.
“Are you ready to go yet, Shannon?” her colleague Spencer called impatiently from halfway up the stairs. “We really need to be going.”
Shannon fumed but restrained herself from yelling something obscene down at him. Instead she balled her anger and frustration up inside her and as evenly as she could manage responded “I’m almost ready. Just a few minutes please and then we can go”
“Alright, but don’t be too long…” Spencer trailed off as he left the stairwell and went back downstairs.
“Mother Fucker…” Shannon said under her breath before forcing herself to approach the little pink dresser. She hated to do it but having no choice she would have to wear the girls clothing. She wondered if Spencer was one of those weirdoes who got off on this sort of thing. Then she remembered he was an investigator just like her. He deserved some respect for that. She felt even a little bad about even questioning Spencer’s motives.
Part 1
Shannon
Standing before the silly pink dresser in the equally pink painted room she fumed. She wouldn’t do it she thought with conviction. It was unseemly and undignified. Staying in the house of her colleague’s brother instead of a hotel paid for by the company was one thing. She could go along with that. She wouldn’t however wear his niece’s clothes. She just wouldn’t. And yet she really didn’t have a choice. She was naked and still a bit wet from her shower at the moment and they had to go interview an important witness soon. Outside. Where there were people.
“Are you ready to go yet, Shannon?” her colleague Spencer called impatiently from halfway up the stairs. “We really need to be going.”
Shannon fumed but restrained herself from yelling something obscene down at him. Instead she balled her anger and frustration up inside her and as evenly as she could manage responded “I’m almost ready. Just a few minutes please and then we can go”
“Alright, but don’t be too long…” Spencer trailed off as he left the stairwell and went back downstairs.
“Mother Fucker…” Shannon said under her breath before forcing herself to approach the little pink dresser. She hated to do it but having no choice she would have to wear the girls clothing. She wondered if Spencer was one of those weirdoes who got off on this sort of thing. Then she remembered he was an investigator just like her. He deserved some respect for that. She felt even a little bad about even questioning Spencer’s motives.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Story: A Mischievous Education (Part 1)
A MISCHIEVOUS EDUCATION
Part 1
By Tcheser
Luke Landry taught 7th period European History to a group of misfits and malcontents who attended the local high school. Early on he realized they were never despite his best attempts going to learn any of what he taught. He knew it, the school board knew it and the students knew it. Usually he just put on his tie, strode in and did his best even in the face of their worst behavior and shiftlessness. Today however was different. For today Luke was going to use more then his keen intellect and sharp wit to mold his students into productive members of society.
Today he was going to use his rather godlike powers on them. Powers of the kind that could alter reality on even its most fundamental levels. He hardly ever used these powers anymore. Not since before he had left his homeland, moved to this Chicago suburb and changed his name from Loki Laufeyjarson to Luke Landry. But his students were really getting to annoy him and it was clear something drastic had to be done even if he was a little out of practice with his powers.
What he came up with went a little like this.
As always when he entered the class his students were chaotic. The punk guys Jeff, Jerry and Tom were throwing wads of paper at each other. The jocks Billy and Freddie were in the back talking about their most recent pranks. The cheerleaders, Tiffany and Claire sat in front of them going over cheers. The punk girls, Liz and Fae were smoking and laughing at the boys. The Goth Rick and his girlfriend Terri were carving their names in their desks with switchblades. Yvonne the school slut was as always touching up her makeup. The stoners Crystal, Lars, Benny and Paula were talking loudly and laughing about something idiotic. And last but not least Carrie, a white trash girl who had been held back several times was sitting at Luke’s desk filing her nails. She had her feet up on his desk. Her dirty sketchers in his out box.
Luke smiled, put his briefcase down and shoved Carrie’s feet off his desk. Startled she nearly fell out of the chair she sat in.
“Hey, what the fuck, Mr. Luke?” she cried.
By Tcheser
Luke Landry taught 7th period European History to a group of misfits and malcontents who attended the local high school. Early on he realized they were never despite his best attempts going to learn any of what he taught. He knew it, the school board knew it and the students knew it. Usually he just put on his tie, strode in and did his best even in the face of their worst behavior and shiftlessness. Today however was different. For today Luke was going to use more then his keen intellect and sharp wit to mold his students into productive members of society.
Today he was going to use his rather godlike powers on them. Powers of the kind that could alter reality on even its most fundamental levels. He hardly ever used these powers anymore. Not since before he had left his homeland, moved to this Chicago suburb and changed his name from Loki Laufeyjarson to Luke Landry. But his students were really getting to annoy him and it was clear something drastic had to be done even if he was a little out of practice with his powers.
What he came up with went a little like this.
As always when he entered the class his students were chaotic. The punk guys Jeff, Jerry and Tom were throwing wads of paper at each other. The jocks Billy and Freddie were in the back talking about their most recent pranks. The cheerleaders, Tiffany and Claire sat in front of them going over cheers. The punk girls, Liz and Fae were smoking and laughing at the boys. The Goth Rick and his girlfriend Terri were carving their names in their desks with switchblades. Yvonne the school slut was as always touching up her makeup. The stoners Crystal, Lars, Benny and Paula were talking loudly and laughing about something idiotic. And last but not least Carrie, a white trash girl who had been held back several times was sitting at Luke’s desk filing her nails. She had her feet up on his desk. Her dirty sketchers in his out box.
Luke smiled, put his briefcase down and shoved Carrie’s feet off his desk. Startled she nearly fell out of the chair she sat in.
“Hey, what the fuck, Mr. Luke?” she cried.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Story: You're Not Me!
YOU'RE NOT ME!
By Tcheser
Upon waking Sharon's very first question was "Where the heck am I?" as the small darkened space she was laying in didn't seem like it could possibly belong anywhere in her neatly ordered little world. Her second was "Ow, my head hurts!" which was odd as she didn't recall hitting her head. Putting that aside for a moment and rolling over, she got to her knees and felt around with her hands for a way out of the darkness. She felt nothing but a smooth wall at first, but eventually found a doorframe and then a doorknob. However when she opened the door she found to her great surprise that she was after all still in her cottage, in the little room just off the study to be precise, and had in fact just been in the closet she used to store boxes of old books.
Sharon was looking around and trying to remember how she had come to be in the closet, the last thing she could remember was opening the back door to some knocking, when she came to the even more startling realization that she was completely and totally naked. Suddenly feeling very exposed she covered herself with her hands. Looking around for something to wear she scampered into the study. There she found not the cozy sweater she was looking for though, but a young woman she didn't know, calmly chatting on the phone with someone and laughing.
"What is going on here? Who the hell are you?" Sharon screamed more from surprise than anger.
"You don't know? Wow, you must have hit your head harder than I thought," the woman replied putting her phone call on hold. The look on her face was one of both bemusement and feigned concern. She seemed oddly familiar, but Sharon couldn't quite place her. She did however know where the woman had gotten the beautiful blue silk dress she wore from. It was from Sharon's own closet. This intruder was wearing her clothes!
By Tcheser
Upon waking Sharon's very first question was "Where the heck am I?" as the small darkened space she was laying in didn't seem like it could possibly belong anywhere in her neatly ordered little world. Her second was "Ow, my head hurts!" which was odd as she didn't recall hitting her head. Putting that aside for a moment and rolling over, she got to her knees and felt around with her hands for a way out of the darkness. She felt nothing but a smooth wall at first, but eventually found a doorframe and then a doorknob. However when she opened the door she found to her great surprise that she was after all still in her cottage, in the little room just off the study to be precise, and had in fact just been in the closet she used to store boxes of old books.
Sharon was looking around and trying to remember how she had come to be in the closet, the last thing she could remember was opening the back door to some knocking, when she came to the even more startling realization that she was completely and totally naked. Suddenly feeling very exposed she covered herself with her hands. Looking around for something to wear she scampered into the study. There she found not the cozy sweater she was looking for though, but a young woman she didn't know, calmly chatting on the phone with someone and laughing.
"What is going on here? Who the hell are you?" Sharon screamed more from surprise than anger.
"You don't know? Wow, you must have hit your head harder than I thought," the woman replied putting her phone call on hold. The look on her face was one of both bemusement and feigned concern. She seemed oddly familiar, but Sharon couldn't quite place her. She did however know where the woman had gotten the beautiful blue silk dress she wore from. It was from Sharon's own closet. This intruder was wearing her clothes!
Friday, August 9, 2013
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Monday, August 5, 2013
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Friday, August 2, 2013
Caption: Debbie
Debbie was tired. Being an adult was no fun at all. Sure she had a good job, money and a nice home, but she found her life just too stressful. She often thought about how she had
wasted her youth working so hard in school, all so she could get into a good college and the perfect job. She wished she had taken more time to enjoy her childhood. Unfortunately there was nothing she could do about it how she lamented. Her life was her life and there was nothing she could do about it now.
Then one day while sitting at her desk she just happened to look up from her files and saw some teenagers walking home from school. They were able to leave at 3 pm! Debbie was so jealous. Her work often kept her at the office well into the evening. She wished that she was still in high school.
An idle wish from an unhappy soul. Nothing new or unusual about that. Except today someone with real power was listening and with a wicked cackle, the demon Armârôs, made her wish come true.
The next thing Debbie knew she was in a strange school somewhere and was now wearing a what appeared to be a school uniform. Disoriented she started wandering the halls looking for help and ran into a very stern looking teacher. She was not pleased at all with Debbie being out of her classroom and before the confused woman could utter more than a yelp, she was dragged into the teacher’s office and positioned across her desk for a spanking!
As her panties were drawn down her legs it all became clear to Debbie. Reality had been altered and in this world, she was not a successful business executive, instead she was a horrible student, who despite being 24, was still a junior in high school. She now lived with her parents in a trailer as they had gone broke sending her to this special school for older girls with emotional or learning problems. She wasn’t allowed to date, had to ride the school bus like a child, worked at McDonald’s after school to help her parents make ends meet and was spanked by the teachers and her parents alike whenever she was naughty. She would probably never amount to much in this reality. This was not what she had wanted at all!
Armârôs however believed he had granted the letter of her wish, if not the spirit, and that was enough for him. Delighted at Debbie’s misery, the demon then departed and let her wallow in despair as the teacher warmed her bottom like the naughty little ignoramus she now was.
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