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Question: Story: Write me a story the way I write about 7 year old Jesse at school working on something for his class. His 39 year old teacher Mrs. Smith was sitting behind her desk watching him. Mrs. Smith had a deep-rooted hatred for Jesse for no particular reason. Mrs. Smith wore glasses, had her brown hair in a bun, had brown eyes, wore a blue blouse with a gray skirt and black high heels, she wore earrings and had her wedding ring on her finger. Mrs. Smith watched as Jesse finished the homework for tomorrow and watched as all the students left her classroom before blocking Jesse from doing the same. Mrs. Smith then grabbed Jesse's homework and strutted over to her desk and gave him harder homework in place of the other homework. Please have Jesse say the quote "But! But! But! That's not fair Mrs. Smith! You hate me!" Please have Mrs. Smith say the quote "Indeed I do Jesse but your mommy and daddy will hear not a word about this encounter anyway as I am the teacher and you are the student meaning it's my word against yours. I will be notifying your parents that you have decided to stay behind to finish what work you were unable to complete tonight" before calling Jesse's parents and making up a story about how Jesse didn't finish any of his work on time. As Mrs. Smith left the classroom for a moment, Jesse decided to sneak over to Mrs. Smith's desk to get his actual homework back to expose his teacher for being a manipulative liar. As Jesse grabbed his homework, he accidentally slipped his feet in Mrs. Smith's discarded high heels. Please have Jesse get disgusted and kick off the heels. Please have Jesse's feet start tingling and growing into Mrs. Smith's complete with her pedicure. Please have Jesse's clothes evaporate and disappear. Jesse's arms and legs lengthened and feminized as his torso did the same as he gained Mrs. Smith's boobs. Please have Jesse say the quote "Not fair! I want my mommy! My evil teacher is about to win! She lied and I get punished! MOMMY HELP ME!" Jesse's head changed into Mrs. Smith's as he gained her long brown hair and it wrapped itself in a bun, his eyes turned brown and alluring, his teeth turned straight and white, and his voice matured into Mrs. Smith's pitch. His outfit gained a pair of earrings, a pair of glasses, a blue blouse, a gray skirt, and a wedding ring formed on his ring finger. His memories began changing causing his mind to panic. Please have Jesse hope to be a kinder and more honest Mrs. Smith only for his heart to drop as he sees visions of himself as Mrs. Smith treating Jesse and other students like trash, lying and manipulating just like the real Mrs. Smith would. Eventually, Jesse only remembered being Mrs. Smith. The new Mrs. Smith looked around the room steadying herself on her feet. Please have Mrs. Smith adjust her wedding ring on her finger and her glasses on her face as she spots her high heels and walks over to them slipping them on her feet. Please have Mrs. Smith notice the homework on the ground from when she was still Jesse and have her slowly strut in her high heels in a menacing way for jamming her right high heel through the paper and picking it up. Please have Mrs. Smith say the quote "It seems one of my students has defaced the homework that I assigned to him for after school. I shall notify his parents at once as well as referring to the numerous misogynistic comments he made to me namely cause I am a woman and he dare disrespect me. Not to mention him pointing at my boobs and mentioning their size in front of the other students. How highly inappropriate behavior" before laughing evilly and smiling knowing Jesse's parents would believe every word she said. Please have Mrs. Smith strut over to her desk and cross her legs bouncing her left foot up and down before grabbing her phone and calling Jesse's parents having no memory of being 7 year old Jesse and having no memory of wanting to be a better Mrs. Smith than the real one was.
Once a serene and lively haven for young minds, Ms. Smith's classroom had since become a sort of purgatory for one 7-year old boy, Jesse. His innocent enthusiasm for learning seemed to irk the 39-year old Mrs. Smith in a way that no one understood. With her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, and brunette hair tied back neatly into a bun, she watched him like a hawk, her piercing brown eyes filled with an inexplicable animosity. As the bell rang, signaling the day's end, she seized Jesse's finished homework and gave him a new assignment, far more complex than the initial one. "But! But! But! That's not fair Mrs. Smith! You hate me!" Jesse protested, his small fists clenched in frustration. His complaint fell on deaf ears. "Indeed I do Jesse but your mommy and daddy will hear not a word about this encounter anyway as I am the teacher and you are the student meaning it's my word against yours. I will be notifying your parents that you’ve decided to stay behind to finish the work you were unable to complete tonight," Mrs. Smith taunted, her voice dripping with a falsely sweet tone. Jesse watched helplessly as she confidently strode over to her desk, her black high heels clicking melodramatically against the tiled floor. He shivered at the sight of Mrs. Smith's triumphant smile. But as she left the room, a spark of defiance ignited in Jesse. He decided to retrieve his original homework. Stumbling towards her desk, his feet accidentally slipped into Mrs. Smith's discarded heels - an experience which promptly prompted a revolted grimace. As he kicked off the posh shoes, a strange sensation encompassed him. His whole body shook; as if an invisible force was at work, realigning his seven-year-old form, piece by piece, into that of Mrs. Smith's. "Not fair! I want my mommy! My evil teacher is about to win! She lied, and I get punished! MOMMY HELP ME!" He cried out as he felt his memories intermingling with hers. Thoughts of being a kinder, less manipulative version of Mrs. Smith surfaced, only to be replaced by an unsettling feeling - the prospect of him becoming just as cold-hearted and deceitful as her. As the sensations subsided, he found himself seated behind the teacher's desk, fully transformed into Mrs. Smith. Her clothes rested on him, her wedding ring was now on his finger, and her glasses were perched on his face. His memories now consisted only of Mrs. Smith's, his identity as seven-year-old Jesse forgotten entirely. Surveying the room through experienced eyes, his gaze fell on the punctured homework assignment. Strutting over in the notorious black heels, Mrs. Smith retrieved the defiled paper, molding back into her previous cold-hearted demeanor. "It seems one of my students has defaced the homework that I assigned to him for after school. I shall notify his parents at once along with mentioning the numerous misogynistic comments he made towards me namely cause I am a woman and he dare disrespect me. Not to mention him pointing at my boobs and mentioning their size in front of the other students. How highly inappropriate behavior," she mused, her voice echoing throughout the empty classroom. A wicked laughter filled the room, signaling an end to an eventful day and a horrifying transformation.
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