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Jennifer Adams pointed out to me in an e-mail that the Medallion has to be worn throughout the transformation. A garment also has to touch the Medallion to start the change. That being the case, I've made some (hopefully) minor re-visions and am re-posting the story. Anybody interested can post either version. People who posted the earlier version may want to think about posting the newer version.
AF: Teacher's Pet By Ellie Dauber © 2000
"Mr. Hartman, I have a question."
Jack Hartman looked up from the class list he'd been checking. He should have looked directly into the face of the student, but something got in the way. Two somethings, actually, 36-D if he was any judge, inside a pink halter top. He resisted the urge to stare at them and continued the upward tour to a heart-shaped face with full pouty lips, a pert nose, and a pair of cornflower-colored eyes. "Yes, Lisa."
"It's about the problems we had today. I just don't seem to be getting them."
"Well, if you'd like to come back after school today, I'll be glad to go over the material again."
"I - I'm afraid I can't. My folks are out of town, so they call the house every day at 4. I have to be home to answer."
Was she hinting at something? Jack tried to remember what he'd heard about this girl over the teachers' grapevine. She was a transfer student from some private school only a couple weeks before, and there wasn't much gossip about her. Better to play it safe. "Well, I haven't assigned any homework this weekend. I could give you some extra work. Maybe that would help."
She half turned and sat on the edge of his desk. Her skirt rose up, showing creamy thigh above the top of a stockinged leg. "Maybe, umm, maybe you could come over. You could," she paused and licked her lips. "You could tutor me there."
Bingo! "Okay, Lisa. What's your address?"
"Here, I wrote it down." She handed him a folded piece of paper. Her hand lingered after he took it. She stroked his fingers gently and smiled. "I think we'll both get a lot out of this afternoon." She hopped off the desk and walked out of the classroom. She had a wonderful little bounce to her ass.
Mark Udahl, U.S. History teacher and Jack's best friend among the faculty at McKean Senior High, came into the room just as Lisa reached the door. He stood aside and watched her leave. "Whoa, that is one hot little student you got there, Jack."
"Tell me about it. Or, better yet, meet me at the Brass Bottle tonight about nine, and I'll tell you."
"Jack, are you crazy? They almost caught you last time you were messing around with a student. Lazko said she'd fire your ass in a minute if she could ever get proof." Lazko was anAssistant Deputy Superintendent, a hardnose who'd been after Jack for over a year.
"Lazko couldn't find her own ass with both hands and a flashlight. There's nothing wrong with a teacher spending some time helping a student, is there?"
"No...as long as that's all he does."
"Well, I'm going over to her house to do just that." He smiled. "Of course, if her parents aren't home - which they aren't - and she seduces me. Hey, that isn't my fault."
"You, my friend, are asking for trouble."
"Maybe, but I'm more concerned about what little Lisa is asking for."
"Just be careful, Jack. You're a horny S.O.B., but you're also one of the best math teachers in the system. I'd like to see you stay around."
"Thanks, friend. Now let's go get some lunch."
* * * * *
Jack spent the rest of the day trying not to think of Lisa. Or, at least, not while anybody could notice the reaction she had on him - or on the tightness of his pants. It wasn't easy.
"Mr. Hartman." Jack looked up from his daydream. This time it was Joey Richards. "Is anything the matter, sir."
"No, Joey. Why?"
"Well you were going over derivatives, that formula where the equation is in the form of a division, and you, umm, just kind of stopped."
"I'm sorry, Joey, class." He looked at the clock. It was 3:10. This class, the last one of the day would be over in five minutes. "I guess you kids aren't the only ones looking forward to the weekend."
The class laughed. "Got that right," somebody shouted.
"So, what do you say, we start it five minutes early?" The class cheered.
"Of course, Monday, I'll be a teacher again, so you all get homework, problems 21 to 35 on page 207." He waited a moment for their reaction.
"And stop groaning, I could have said 21 to 40. Have a good weekend."
He watched them file out. They were all good kids, smart, too. Mark was right. When he wasn't thinking with his "johnson", he was a pretty good teacher. He enjoyed working with the kids, especially with this A.P. calculus class. It was like being in that movie, STAND AND DELIVER. The problem was that none of the girls in the movie were as sexy as Lisa, at least not to him. Hell, Lou Diamond Phillips was the prettiest one in the class, and Jack didn't swing that way.
'Maybe I can taper off,' he thought. 'Sure, Lisa can be my last bit of teen nookie.' Even as he thought it, he knew it wasn't really true. Jack shrugged. He could try at least. He stuck his textbook, lesson plans, and class lists into his briefcase and headed for the school office.
Jack dropped off the attendance sheets for the day and read his mail. It was notices mostly, a reminder of an upcoming teacher's union meeting, the vice principal's request for a few volunteers to chaperone the next student dance, and an announcement of a seminar for math and science teachers next summer. There was nothing that needed to be read. He just wanted to give Lisa time to get home on the bus.
* * * * *
The house was almost out of the district, a good twenty-minute drive from the school, a two-story ranch in an upscale neighborhood. He parked in plain sight. After all, he was a teacher there to work with one of his students. Why should he try to hide anything?
He got out of the car and headed up the walk. There was no sign that anyone was home. Had Lisa given him the right address? The last thing he needed was some little tease getting him all excited, then leading him on a wild goose chase. Then he thought of Lazko and what might happen if she caught him. Maybe it was better this way.
Still...it was worth a chance. He rang the bell.
"It's open, Mr. Hartman." It was Lisa's voice. Yes!!
He went inside. "Lisa, are you ready to go over those math problems?" Jack figured he might as well go along with the pretense, at least until the door was locked.
"I thought we might do something else, first." Lisa stepped out of the shadows. She was wearing the halter top that she'd worn in school that day, but her jeans were gone. All she had one below her waist was a pair of high cut panties, yellow with scrolled lace on the gusset in front and a pair of three-inch heels. She was holding a bottle of scotch in one hand, a couple of glasses in the other. "Can you think of anything else you'd like to do?"
He was at her side in a minute. He gently took the bottle and the glasses from her and put them on a nearby table. He took her in his arms. She giggled and kissed him - hard. When he opened his mouth in surprise, her tongue snaked in and began dueling with his own. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ground her hips against his groin. He was instantly hard.
He picked her up in his arms and headed for the stairs in the room behind her. They were upstairs in a bedroom within minutes. It must have been her parents; it sure didn't look like any kid's room. Jack didn't care. She was sitting on the edge of the bed pulling at his belt, while he untangled his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. The belt gave, and she yanked his pants down past his knees.
Her face was just about level with his groin. "Oooh, that's a big one," she said, her voice low and husky. She ran a finger over the lump in his shorts, tickling it with her nail. "Can I see it?"
She yanked down his shorts. His penis sprang forward. She reached up and took it in her hand. "So very big. She ran a fingernail along the sensitive underside. He - it twitched with anticipation. Then she leaned forward and kissed the tip. Her lips opened, and she took him into her mouth. He could feel her tongue running along the length of it. Lord, this kid was talented!
He threw his head back, moaning at the pleasures. He felt a pressure beginning to grow inside him. It wouldn't be long now. He began to think of those derivatives he'd been trying to teach the A.P. class. It was an old trick, but it usually worked, at least for a little while.
Then the sensations went away. "What?" He looked down.
Lisa was lying back on the bed. "I decided that the first time you come; well, I want it to be inside my cunny, not my mouth." She smiled. "I hope you don't mind."
"How could I mind?" He lay down beside her. She had removed the halter top. They were 36-Ds. He reached over and began sucking on one. At the same time, his hand began to message the other breast. He sucked for a while, then switched to suck at the other breast. He could hear her moaning a little. His hand reached down past her stomach. He ran a finger along the elastic of the panty. He found the lips of her pussy through the sheer fabric and began rubbing there, using his own fingernail to excite her.
It worked. Her hips began to twitch and he could feel moisture on his fingers. He grabbed at the panty. She lifted her ass off the bed, as he yanked them down. She raised her leg, and he slid them off, leaving the panty dangling from her right ankle. Lisa smiled and spread her legs.
"Please, Mr. Hartman - Jack, please take me, now."
He was only too willing to oblige. He entered her and began pumping his hips. She threw her arms around him. Her hips matched him stroke for stroke. Her legs reached up around him, and he felt her heels poking his ass, egging him on. He felt the pressure growing in him again. He heard her screaming, calling his name. He thought of the derivatives again. They barely helped. In a minute, he felt a rush of intense pleasure as his sperm shot from him. Lisa screamed louder, the yell rising to an incredible pitch, as she climaxed with him.
Jack felt himself growing limp inside her. He gently stroked her breasts, helping to prolong her pleasure. His shrunken penis slid loose. He could feel his fluids and hers leaking out, running down her leg.
Lisa stretched catlike and sat up on the bed. "My, that was really nice."
She reached over and opened a drawer in the small bed table. She reached in and pulled out some sort of locket or medallion. She put it around his neck. "I almost hate to do this."
She leaned forward and kissed Jack on the cheek. Then she handed him something, her blouse and said, "Here, use this to clean yourself up a little." She pushed it straight at him, so it hit his chest - and the Medallion - head on. There was a sort of electric tingle when she touched it to the Medallion.
"Okay," he said. "But why do I still have to wear this silly thing? Can you please tell me what that was all about?"
"You'll find out in a few minutes. Just relax, and cuddle."
Never one to argue, Jack cleaned himself off as best he could and tossed the blouse onto the floor. Then he leaned back and put his arms around her.
She moved along the bed so that she was resting her head on his chest. She took his hand in hers. He just lay there savoring the moment. This beat the hell out of doing math. He decided that he would offer to go through some of the problems if she really wanted. First, he was going to rest a few minutes, then see if he could persuade her to have another round of sex. Considering how eager she'd been, it probably wouldn't take much persuading.
As he lay there, Jack noticed that he still felt that weird tingling. It seemed to be spreading through his entire body. His muscles seemed to be tightening, and his bones began to ache. He sat up and looked at himself.
He was growing smaller, thinner. His body hair became sparser and sparser until it disappeared completely. His shoulders and waist narrowed, but his hips began to grow wider. His legs became smoother, more rounded, and he felt himself lifting a little as his butt grew more rounded as well. Now he felt a tickling in his chest. His nipples darkened and grew larger. He felt a pressure and watched in horror as breasts pushed them outwards beneath his shirt. They were cones at first, but they soon rounded into full, pillowy mounds.
Jack looked down at his groin. His penis was growing smaller as he watched. His testicles shrank as well, and he felt an odd sensation as they moved up and back into his body. The sack shrank down around his penis forming into a pair of lips. His penis, barely an inch long shrank down inside them, inside his body. He put his hand there, feeling the opening that had formed. He was a woman.
"What the hell did you do to me?" He jumped from the bed. His voice was a cheery and very feminine alto now instead of his usual tenor. It sounded - familiar. Jack looked at the mirror above a dresser against a nearby wall.
He saw Lisa laying on the bed smiling at - smiling at another Lisa who was staring into the mirror. Somehow he had become her twin. The Medallion!
It had to be that Medallion.
As he stared at his transformed self in the mirror, Lisa jumped from the bed and grabbed the Medallion, pulling it off over his - no, her head. She ran out of the room before he could react. Jack tried to rush after her only to find that she had locked the door. "Lisa, you let me out now. This isn't funny." He pounded at the door until his soft new hands began to hurt. He sat down on the bed and sobbed softly. "It isn't funny."
There was a click of a lock and the door opened. Lisa came in wearing a blouse that was much too big for her petite body. "Oh, but it is, Jack."
"What - why did you do this to me?"
"I understand that you've got a long history of sex with your students, Jack."
"They never proved anything."
"That doesn't mean that you were innocent, only that you were clever." Jack noticed that she was growing taller, older as she spoke. She must have used that damn medallion again. Yes, there it was under her blouse.
"It could prove either."
Lisa looked to be in her late thirties or early forties. She was several inches taller but with much less of a figure than she'd had moments before.
The blouse fit her now, though it hung low enough around her hips to give her some modesty. "The only way to get proof would be to watch you with one of your student conquests. Only you weren't the sort of man who liked to perform in front of an audience."
Jack was beginning to recognize the face. It was thinner than Lisa's, a bit darker, too. "So, you turned into Lisa to test me. Very funny."
Lisa's long blonde hair was now cut short around the woman's face. It was darker now, brown with a few early strands of gray. "Yes, it is, Jack. Or should I call you, Lisa? You'll be my niece's twin for the remainder of the school year. I think that's enough time to learn your lesson. Just be thankful you're such a good math teacher. Otherwise, I'd have fired you outright."
"The rest of the year? As a girl?"
"It's only a little over two months. You really wanted to screw me, Jack, but I think I screwed you pretty good, too. April Fools."
Assistant Deputy Superintendent Edna Lazko left her new niece crying on the bed and went down downstairs. She locked the Medallion in the safe in her office, then called the high school and left a message on the principal's voice mail. Jack Hartman had just called to tell her that he was taking a leave of absence until the end of the year. She understood his reasons and had approved his leave.
Postscript. Lisa learned her lesson and was eager to change back after the last day of school. It was really too bad that the medallion had somehow disappeared from its hiding place in Edna's office. They both cried about that for a while. Lisa went back to class in the fall and graduated with honors the following spring. She's in college now, a senior with a double major in education and mathematics and a 3.63 average. She looks forward to a career as a high school teacher. She's also looking forward to her marriage to her classmate, George Yutkavich, the weekend they graduate.
Aunt Edna's promised them both jobs in the district.
A little something for the "April Fools Non-Contest" "AF" can mean more than just "Altered Fates".
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