As James began to slowly but surely forget the feeling of Roxanne’s breast pressing against his cheek (something he tried desperately not to), Elspeth called up the next student, who to James felt like the fiftieth one.
However, this sense of repetition was offset by the beauty of the girl, which James had given up any guilty feelings towards at this point. He figured, after the vicious hell that was being unable to scratch his own itchy dick for fifteen minutes on end, he was owed the opportunity (even more so than after the experience of having his penis turned into a cucumber, or being given a monkey tail) to admire the sexy young women who were coming up to him one by one.
The girl had magnificently shaped breasts, which James couldn’t tell was something that most of the girls had in common or if it was just how their uniforms were generously pronouncing their chests. Her hair was brunette, just like Roxanne’s, but was tied into a ponytail. She reported over to Elspeth, as James noticed most of the girls in the front row were busy staring lovingly at his groin. Fortunately, the entire ordeal thus far had left him immune to any sense of embarrassment or modesty, which made for an overall much less humiliating experience. Were it not for the less pleasant transformations (unlike the lollipop one, which Hanes had very much enjoyed), this would have been a stone’s throw away from heaven for him. Resting his hands by his sides, James continued to revel in the relief of his no-longer-irritated Johnson, and let his testicles hang freely and unobscured off the desk, much to the visible delight of the girls.
“Miss Elspeth, I’m going to try a size transformation”, the girl said, much to the amusement of Elspeth and the concern of James.
“Very well, Melanie! Just nothing too small or too big. We don’t want to lose sight of him, and we can’t have him breaking through the roof.” Melanie opened her mouth as if to say “I know that”, but politely closed her lips and nodded respectfully instead.