Jane entered her classroom and set her purse down under her desk. She got to work, getting herself ready for the day.
Suddenly, a knock came at the door. “Come in,” Jane called out.
In came her favorite student, a boy named Asher. He was nerdy, thin as a reed, and very smart. He had messy brown hair, pale skin, plain features, a high voice. He was a junior, and he was frequently bullied.
“Miss Fellows? I had some questions about last night’s homework,” he squeaked.
“Of course, what’s the problem?” she said, beckoning him closer.
As he leaned over her shoulder, watching her show him what to do, Asher began to change. He grew a little taller, his skin tanned, his hair turned golden blond. Every time he asked her something, Jane heard his voice sounding deeper with each question. His muscles slowly began to swell.
Finally, he said, “I think I get it now. Thank you!”
“Of course, anytime!” Jane replied. She thought Asher looked different as he left the room. More handsome. Had he been working out? He looked like he had actually started to develop pecs and biceps; they made an impression through his shirt. She stared at his new globular butt as he walked out the door. She felt a slight arousal. What was going on?