You decide to finish with the current changes, taking them as far as you can go them. "Ms. Janett becomes twenty years old in two minutes. Oh, and she loves her students with all her heart."
That should lead to some good shit. You sit back, watching the last of the minute changes. Age wise, you're almost done. Her wrinkles only exist in memories, her skin is tan but soft and her hair is platinum blonde. You think you can see the muscles under the track suit. Her face looks more full, and she could be one of the students if not for her track suit and ice cold eyes.
That's the real fun, seeing the personality shift. You can probably do it, since you turned first hour into a slutfest on accident. It shouldn't be too hard to do on purpose. but as you sit there watching, her glares toward the student body don't shift in anyway. Still squinting and glaring, still muttering to herself. You take another crack at it.
"Ms. Janett loves her students the most in the world." Keep it simple, little room to fuck it all up. Then you sit back. And a minute passes. Another minute passes. Jack shit happened.
"Does this only apply to horny things?" You turn and look at a student getting harassed by some mean girls. "Brendon...what was his last name... The Brendon if front of me has balls and isn't scared of students."
He snaps in a moment, going from submissive to standing up for himself. Their reaction is quite funny, and as he talks back and down to them one even blushes. As they back off, one offers Brendon her phone number. You didn't mean to get him laid, but hey, he doesn't seem like too much of a dick.
Personalities can definitely shift, so why's nothing happening. She's now looking over here, glaring as the student bimbos make tracks. She nods to herself, still muttering under her breath.
You look around boredly, trying to see if anyone's paying that much attention, and since you got this far you might as well keep going. "Hey Ms. Janett, you're looking really good today. Something with your hair?"
Her look was icy as usual, staring you down without responding. Some students laughed at me, casting jokes at flirting with a sixty year old. I thought it would be they thought she was always like this, but maybe they mismatched information. Like, they knew she was sixty even if she looks twenty. The girls were talking about her skin care routine.
As you looked though, you notice she's not just not responding but has a weird look on her face. It's the same one she made when you touched her butt, and everything was making her horny. It dawns on you she may just be the most unsociable nice lady you've ever met. You can't make her love everyone if she already does, even if she's terrible at expressing it.
You smile, pushing your theory. What's the worst that can happen, you can do anything. "Hey Ms. Janett, do you have time after class? I need to talk with you."
"Alright, and all of you hurry up and get changed." She sent another scathing glare over the crowd, dispersing them through sheer will. You got changed there, letting her look you over. She couldn't stop you, but she didn't look directly at you either. "Isn't it cold getting changed here?"
It sounded like a sarcastic comment, but it would be the first one you've heard since you could do anything. Maybe it was a real question. Time to flirt, and then do anything into her pants. "With you here? I'd rather be cold with you than warm without."
Call you a murderer, cause you killed it. That might have been the dumbest thing you've ever said. Instead of her getting angrier, she just keeps glaring. She mutters something again, turning away. Her hips twitch like when she's turned on, but you can't tell if it's from your lame lines or her butt's sensitivity.
The bell rings, and you get some time with Ms. Janett all by yourself. You decide to...