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.
Billy looked around to see if he was going to get any support and found to his dismay that everyone was reading intently. It was like they couldn’t even see what was going on. Luke had in fact made it so they wouldn’t. For the time being nothing would distract them from reading. Shrugging again and with a shit eating grin Billy stood up and strutted toward Luke’s desk. “Thanks, teach, I was wondering where that book had gone.” He said as he reached for the book. Before he could take it though Luke grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him close. Billy played tough and looked with disdain down his nose at his teacher. “Let go” he spat.
“Make me tough guy” Luke said with a smile.
Furious at Luke’s taunting the hotheaded Billy broke his teachers grip on his arm and threw a right cross. Luke blocked the punch and continued to smile.
“Come on bully boy, show me how strong you are.” He taunted Billy.
“I’ll kill you” Billy roared and threw a big left. Luke again blocked him seemingly rather easily.
“Not like that you won’t” Luke said as he slapped Billy across the cheek once then twice before Billy could respond.
Billy couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t understand what was going on. He had four inches of height and at least forty pounds on Luke and was twenty years younger. It should have been easy for him to take Luke. Frustrated he used the tackle he used in football and tried to flatten Luke. Unfortunately Luke dodged and Billy went sailing over the desk onto the floor.
Luke walked around his desk and grabbed Billy painfully by his ear. He made the bully stand and then looked him squarely in the eye. “Did you like that Billy? Did you like me toying with you using my superior physical ability?”
“No…you bastard” Billy squirmed as Luke twisted his ear a bit harder as he struggled.
“I didn’t think so. Now how would you like a swirlie in the toilet, or a pink belly or how about I slide you across the waxed atrium floor like a mop?” Luke asked tormenting the now somewhat frightened but still unabashed bully. “You wouldn’t would you? No, of course not, and neither would anyone else. But you need not worry. I wouldn’t do any of those juvenile things. Instead…” Billy looked oddly at Luke. He couldn’t for the size of his tiny brain see what was coming. “…I’m going to make sure you never do them again.”
“What?” Billy asked confused.
“Simple, when I’m done with you it will be physically impossible for you to bully anyone again.” Luke proclaimed proudly as he set to work. He left Billy aware of the proceedings for now to teach him a lesson.
The first thing Luke did was diminish Billy’s muscle mass. He decreased it by at least 50% making the big athlete look rather skinny. He then altered Billy’s size. He took him down about a foot from his 6’2” making him a good deal shorter then Luke and compacted his frame so he appeared short rather then freakishly compacted. This caused Billy’s football jersey to become his only attire as his jeans and shorts slipped off his reduced frame. Luke just chuckled and made Billy’s big rough hands delicate and small. He softened the bully’s menacing features and smoothed his prominent brow. Then as the capper he made Billy a girl complete with breasts, a vagina and all the other physical and mental characteristics that made up womanhood.
Finished Luke released the new girl’s ear and looked her over just as she looked herself over. She felt her new breasts, her smooth soft little body and the addition of a tiny little pussy in place of his huge penis.
“What do you think, Willow?” Luke asked.
“What? Who the fuck is willow?” the new girl asked in her surprisingly sweet new voice. Her cute little bum sticking out from beneath the huge jersey like a ripe little apple.
“You are silly.” Luke answered tousling her short red hair playfully. “You are no longer Billy Jones. You are no longer a big strapping male and no longer a football player. You remember him only as a bully and a jerk who used to go here and someone you never want to emulate. You remember all the pranks he played on girls, but not as the bully but rather as the victim. He is now dead. You are now Willow Jones. A petite willowy non-athletic female who likes volunteerism and kittens. You are known to be soft spoken and gentle and are liked by everyone. We never fought and have always been friends”
“Why did you do this?” Willow asked on the verge of tears.
“Because you were a jerk and were getting on my nerves” Luke explained simply. “Now here’s your book, please take your seat, willow. If anyone asks about your clothes or lack there of you can tell them the truth, they were messed up in chemistry class and you got the jersey you wear from the coach.” He said and sent her on her way with a playful slap to her bare little bum. By the time she reached her desk in the back of the class Luke had made sure all his changes were in effect. When she sat down she had no memory of being Billy, just bad opinions of him. He made everyone else remember Billy as the lout he was, but not that willow was ever Billy. To them Willow and Billy were too different individuals.
Luke tossed the rest of Billy’s clothes in the trash can and then brought everyone else out of their trance. They read on in silence for a little while before their natural nature made them start to notice things.
“What happened to your clothes?” The cheerleader Tiffany asked Willow.
“Umm, they were ruined in a Chem. Class experiment” Willow answered shyly “The coach gave me this to wear” she said fingering the maroon football jersey that fit her like a dress.
“Oh, I thought you were trying to make a fashion statement” tiffany laughed.
“Yeah, like Yvonne or something” Claire said with a very cheerleader giggle.
Yvonne sitting in the front row couldn’t help but blush. After her meeting with Luke last night she had indeed changed her style. She could be said to be making a fashion statement too in her long sleeved blouse with a blue cardigan sweater, modest length knit skirt and low stacked heel penny loafers. She was for once not in danger of flashing any of her private parts.
“Yeah, you going to church after school?” Liz ribbed Yvonne.
“Hey Talbot’s junior miss section called, they say they want their mannequin back!” Paula joked getting a good laugh.
Luke let them laugh a bit then hushed the class before they could continue. Yvonne was too new to the new state of things to take too much teasing. “Funny, really pretty funny guys, but I think Yvonne looks nice. I think all you young women could do well to emulate her initiative to dress more appropriately for school.” Luke said and used his powers so the girls would indeed do as he suggested. The guys he made desire to dress with a level of respectability befitting the girls in the class.
That done he continued for the rest of the period trying to prepare them for the exams.
That evening Luke was relaxing watching television when there was a buzz at his door. He wasn’t expecting anyone so he answered the door cautiously. He was quite surprised to see Willow standing there shivering in the light rain. She still wore nothing but the football jersey which was now wet and plastered to her thin little body. She looked like she had been crying. She twisted about shyly one bare foot standing on the other. She had a hard time meeting Luke’s gaze.
“Willow, what are you doing here?” Luke asked then decided the answer could wait. “Please come in, you must be freezing cold.” He ushered her inside with a hand on her shoulder.
“I’m sorry Mr. Landry.” She began apologizing once he closed the door “I wouldn’t have come here…but I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
“That’s okay, willow.” Luke said rubbing her cold shoulders trying to warm her. “But why are you here?”
“It’s the weirdest thing Mr. Landry, I went home after school and my mom acted like she didn’t know who I was. It was like she didn’t remember me…her own daughter!”
“Oh, I see” Luke accepted her into her arms as she began crying again. He had really screwed up on this one he mused. He had changed Willow and his class and the school, but not anyone outside the school. Her parents were probably still expecting Billy to come home from school and had no idea who Willow was. Luke comforted the girl for a bit longer before suggesting she take a hot shower while he found her some dry clothes. She thanked him and went to the bathroom to take her shower. While she was doing this Luke tried to decide what course of action to take. He could change willow back. That was one option. Or he could change her parents. That was another option. Changing Willow back into Billy was out of the question. That left changing her parents, but if he changed her parents he would then have to change the people who knew her parents and possibly others. He knew he couldn’t possibly imagine all the chain reactions this would cause or whose lives he might screw up.
When Willow finally emerged from the bathroom twenty five minutes later she was dressed in a pair of Luke's pajamas. She had to roll the legs of the pants to keep them from dragging on the floor and the sleeves so they wouldn’t cover her hands. She looked much more comfortable and joined Luke on the sofa to watch television while she ate the spaghetti o’s he made for her dinner. By that time Luke came to a decision. He would go with a third option. He would make willows parents think Billy ran away from home. He would never be found either. He would make Willow believe her parents died a long time ago in an accident and that she lived with her uncle Luke. This would require some manipulation in the bureaucracy’s files, but that could be done easily enough. In the future he would have to remember to be more careful when altering someone to such a great degree.
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.
Billy looked around to see if he was going to get any support and found to his dismay that everyone was reading intently. It was like they couldn’t even see what was going on. Luke had in fact made it so they wouldn’t. For the time being nothing would distract them from reading. Shrugging again and with a shit eating grin Billy stood up and strutted toward Luke’s desk. “Thanks, teach, I was wondering where that book had gone.” He said as he reached for the book. Before he could take it though Luke grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him close. Billy played tough and looked with disdain down his nose at his teacher. “Let go” he spat.
“Make me tough guy” Luke said with a smile.
Furious at Luke’s taunting the hotheaded Billy broke his teachers grip on his arm and threw a right cross. Luke blocked the punch and continued to smile.
“Come on bully boy, show me how strong you are.” He taunted Billy.
“I’ll kill you” Billy roared and threw a big left. Luke again blocked him seemingly rather easily.
“Not like that you won’t” Luke said as he slapped Billy across the cheek once then twice before Billy could respond.
Billy couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t understand what was going on. He had four inches of height and at least forty pounds on Luke and was twenty years younger. It should have been easy for him to take Luke. Frustrated he used the tackle he used in football and tried to flatten Luke. Unfortunately Luke dodged and Billy went sailing over the desk onto the floor.
Luke walked around his desk and grabbed Billy painfully by his ear. He made the bully stand and then looked him squarely in the eye. “Did you like that Billy? Did you like me toying with you using my superior physical ability?”
“No…you bastard” Billy squirmed as Luke twisted his ear a bit harder as he struggled.
“I didn’t think so. Now how would you like a swirlie in the toilet, or a pink belly or how about I slide you across the waxed atrium floor like a mop?” Luke asked tormenting the now somewhat frightened but still unabashed bully. “You wouldn’t would you? No, of course not, and neither would anyone else. But you need not worry. I wouldn’t do any of those juvenile things. Instead…” Billy looked oddly at Luke. He couldn’t for the size of his tiny brain see what was coming. “…I’m going to make sure you never do them again.”
“What?” Billy asked confused.
“Simple, when I’m done with you it will be physically impossible for you to bully anyone again.” Luke proclaimed proudly as he set to work. He left Billy aware of the proceedings for now to teach him a lesson.
The first thing Luke did was diminish Billy’s muscle mass. He decreased it by at least 50% making the big athlete look rather skinny. He then altered Billy’s size. He took him down about a foot from his 6’2” making him a good deal shorter then Luke and compacted his frame so he appeared short rather then freakishly compacted. This caused Billy’s football jersey to become his only attire as his jeans and shorts slipped off his reduced frame. Luke just chuckled and made Billy’s big rough hands delicate and small. He softened the bully’s menacing features and smoothed his prominent brow. Then as the capper he made Billy a girl complete with breasts, a vagina and all the other physical and mental characteristics that made up womanhood.
Finished Luke released the new girl’s ear and looked her over just as she looked herself over. She felt her new breasts, her smooth soft little body and the addition of a tiny little pussy in place of his huge penis.
“What do you think, Willow?” Luke asked.
“What? Who the fuck is willow?” the new girl asked in her surprisingly sweet new voice. Her cute little bum sticking out from beneath the huge jersey like a ripe little apple.
“You are silly.” Luke answered tousling her short red hair playfully. “You are no longer Billy Jones. You are no longer a big strapping male and no longer a football player. You remember him only as a bully and a jerk who used to go here and someone you never want to emulate. You remember all the pranks he played on girls, but not as the bully but rather as the victim. He is now dead. You are now Willow Jones. A petite willowy non-athletic female who likes volunteerism and kittens. You are known to be soft spoken and gentle and are liked by everyone. We never fought and have always been friends”
“Why did you do this?” Willow asked on the verge of tears.
“Because you were a jerk and were getting on my nerves” Luke explained simply. “Now here’s your book, please take your seat, willow. If anyone asks about your clothes or lack there of you can tell them the truth, they were messed up in chemistry class and you got the jersey you wear from the coach.” He said and sent her on her way with a playful slap to her bare little bum. By the time she reached her desk in the back of the class Luke had made sure all his changes were in effect. When she sat down she had no memory of being Billy, just bad opinions of him. He made everyone else remember Billy as the lout he was, but not that willow was ever Billy. To them Willow and Billy were too different individuals.
Luke tossed the rest of Billy’s clothes in the trash can and then brought everyone else out of their trance. They read on in silence for a little while before their natural nature made them start to notice things.
“What happened to your clothes?” The cheerleader Tiffany asked Willow.
“Umm, they were ruined in a Chem. Class experiment” Willow answered shyly “The coach gave me this to wear” she said fingering the maroon football jersey that fit her like a dress.
“Oh, I thought you were trying to make a fashion statement” tiffany laughed.
“Yeah, like Yvonne or something” Claire said with a very cheerleader giggle.
Yvonne sitting in the front row couldn’t help but blush. After her meeting with Luke last night she had indeed changed her style. She could be said to be making a fashion statement too in her long sleeved blouse with a blue cardigan sweater, modest length knit skirt and low stacked heel penny loafers. She was for once not in danger of flashing any of her private parts.
“Yeah, you going to church after school?” Liz ribbed Yvonne.
“Hey Talbot’s junior miss section called, they say they want their mannequin back!” Paula joked getting a good laugh.
Luke let them laugh a bit then hushed the class before they could continue. Yvonne was too new to the new state of things to take too much teasing. “Funny, really pretty funny guys, but I think Yvonne looks nice. I think all you young women could do well to emulate her initiative to dress more appropriately for school.” Luke said and used his powers so the girls would indeed do as he suggested. The guys he made desire to dress with a level of respectability befitting the girls in the class.
That done he continued for the rest of the period trying to prepare them for the exams.
That evening Luke was relaxing watching television when there was a buzz at his door. He wasn’t expecting anyone so he answered the door cautiously. He was quite surprised to see Willow standing there shivering in the light rain. She still wore nothing but the football jersey which was now wet and plastered to her thin little body. She looked like she had been crying. She twisted about shyly one bare foot standing on the other. She had a hard time meeting Luke’s gaze.
“Willow, what are you doing here?” Luke asked then decided the answer could wait. “Please come in, you must be freezing cold.” He ushered her inside with a hand on her shoulder.
“I’m sorry Mr. Landry.” She began apologizing once he closed the door “I wouldn’t have come here…but I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
“That’s okay, willow.” Luke said rubbing her cold shoulders trying to warm her. “But why are you here?”
“It’s the weirdest thing Mr. Landry, I went home after school and my mom acted like she didn’t know who I was. It was like she didn’t remember me…her own daughter!”
“Oh, I see” Luke accepted her into her arms as she began crying again. He had really screwed up on this one he mused. He had changed Willow and his class and the school, but not anyone outside the school. Her parents were probably still expecting Billy to come home from school and had no idea who Willow was. Luke comforted the girl for a bit longer before suggesting she take a hot shower while he found her some dry clothes. She thanked him and went to the bathroom to take her shower. While she was doing this Luke tried to decide what course of action to take. He could change willow back. That was one option. Or he could change her parents. That was another option. Changing Willow back into Billy was out of the question. That left changing her parents, but if he changed her parents he would then have to change the people who knew her parents and possibly others. He knew he couldn’t possibly imagine all the chain reactions this would cause or whose lives he might screw up.
When Willow finally emerged from the bathroom twenty five minutes later she was dressed in a pair of Luke's pajamas. She had to roll the legs of the pants to keep them from dragging on the floor and the sleeves so they wouldn’t cover her hands. She looked much more comfortable and joined Luke on the sofa to watch television while she ate the spaghetti o’s he made for her dinner. By that time Luke came to a decision. He would go with a third option. He would make willows parents think Billy ran away from home. He would never be found either. He would make Willow believe her parents died a long time ago in an accident and that she lived with her uncle Luke. This would require some manipulation in the bureaucracy’s files, but that could be done easily enough. In the future he would have to remember to be more careful when altering someone to such a great degree.
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