Six months later:
Hana sits in her office, fiddling with her hair as she reviews the days detention list.
She scans the names. It’s a full roster today. Her nipples are rock hard and her pussy is tingling. Nothing turns her on more than her weekly administration of justice. She reviews them again.
Roger Jenkins: 16, sophomore, late to third period biology class.
Peter Corella: 14, freshman, snapping girls bras in the bus line.
Angela Andrew: 18, senior, smoking in the bathroom.
James Clavendale, 15, sophomore, using racist slurs.
Gerald Bennington, 18, senior, playing video games during study hall.
She clears her throat and presses a button on her desk. Her voice squawks out into the lobby in front of her office. “Will Mr. Jenkins and Ms. Andrew please join me.”
In the lobby a slight blonde girl with modest breasts stands. She brushes her shirt to flatten the wrinkles and walks towards the door to the principals office. She’s nervous.
A scrawny boy also stands. His brown hair is cropped short. He’s dressed in jeans and a brown t-shirt. He smiles at the other boys still seated. “See ya, losers. Principal ain’t got shot on me.”
The two enter Jana’s office.
“Sit,” she commands, gesturing to the chairs facing her desk.
Angela quickly complies. Roger rolls his eyes and moves slowly, doing his best to show Hana he doesn’t give a shit.
“Well, well, we’ll...” Hana says with a smirk. “Angela, you think you’re all grown up. Drinking. Smoking.”
“No,” Angela protests, but Hana shushes her with a quick wave of her hand.
“And Roger,” Hana continues. “You seem to think you’re too good to learn biology?”
“What do I need to know about biology?” Roger retorts.
“Ah. Hmmm. Yes. Let’s see about that.”
Both Angela and Roger watch with confusion as Hana pulls a camera from her desk and photographs them.
Hana smirks again. “Oh Roger. Or should I say Roberta...”
Roger starts to protest, but as he opens his mouth all he hears is a feminine squeak. He looks down, his brown eyes wide at the sight of the engorged tits hanging from his chest, and the distended belly beneath it. A strand of black hair falls into his vision and he brushes it away with a deeply tanned and well manicured hand.
“Yes,” says Hana to the shocked Roberta. “You get to learn all about biology by having your very own baby! Aren’t you excited!”
“Please” begs a desperate Roberta. “I don’t want to be a girl.”
“Too bad. Maybe you’ll think about that next time it’s time to get to class. And hey, at least you’re not a fetus like our friend Angela, right.”
Roberta starts to cry. Hana shakes her head. “Be good until the baby comes and maybe I’ll change you back, now... run along and send in...”