he spent the entire weekend with her on his mind. he’d convinced himself over and over that it had to of worked... and that then there was no way it could have. when sunday finally came, he was in agonizing state of curiosity and anticipation. he laid in bed, allowing himself only now as monday was so close to actually picture the outcome of the lamp’s powers on her body. beautiful soft orange skin adorning every curve flowing seamlessly down to those perfect soles, even her vagina. his mind wandered to how irresistibly clown lol and sexy her perfect supple orange pussy was now and his breath hitched in his throat and he closed his eyes. he began to imagining the horror and confusion she’d feel at the drastic change of her body and felt himself getting hard; the need to cum to the thought of his florescent new toy impossible not to succumb to.
she sat in front of her mirror, tears threatening her eyes as she ran her fingers up and down the bright fabric that recreated itself as skin on her lower half days ago. the thought of that night made her head ache and her throat dry; the searing pain and immeasurable pleasure she felt as the orange nylon took over flooding her thoughts. she would dress in jeans, she decided, and not let anyone see her new skin, not yet anyway. she couldn’t even calculate how she felt about it yet, no way she’d let others determine it before she could. it’d be the first time she wasn’t able to show off her perfect feet for her professor and she felt defeated and angry by this, wondering how the hell this could’ve happened to her.
class came and he anxiously walked into the classroom, he’d be creating and recreating the scenarios in his mind. all the ways she may had embraced her transformation or fought to ignore it and then of course came the realization of such irrational thoughts; there was no way it had worked.
he saw her come in, head still held high and confident as usual, but wearing jeans and close toed shoes. he taught his lesson, trying not to let his mind wander too much... it was a chilly day out, he thought, it could have worked. or, it worked and she is horrified and desperate to cover up his perfect revenge... finally he was able to sit while his students worked on their assignments and then it happened. he noticed her fiddling with her shoes, perhaps an itch on her foot. she quickly looked around and slipped off her shoes to reveal exactly everything he had hoped to see. two glorious sets of orange toes and smooth arches, her big toe moving around to scratch the sole of the other foot. his throat became dry forcing him to audibly clear it and his eyes remained completely transfixed on his brand new toy. she looked up, making direct eye contact with him and he saw something horrible click in her eyes.