...a horny, 40 year old, ultra sexy MILF! In front of you stood the ultimate sexy teacher fantasy, right down to her wide hips and huge ass being covered by a much-too-short skirt. Her huge breasts were still impressively firm, sticking straight up, your eyes drawn to her cleavage. Her silky brown hair was in a bun. She wore glasses and heavy makeup. You hadn’t realized that your wish would impact reality quite so much; you could feel things changing around you.
Miss Crataple was completely gone; Miss Cuntlicker was in her place. You felt a sense of vertigo as the world around you shifted; the school became an academy for elite women out of high school but unable (or unwilling) to qualify for university; instead, they were sent to this academy to “avoid becoming further disappointments” as the principal stated. Unbeknownst to the families, however, was that the school was secretly turning its all female students into slutty lesbians.
Your own transformation had finished; you were slightly shocked at what you had become. You were a beautiful woman in her mid 20s. You had fiery red hair and a voluptuous, porn star-esque body. You had a similar outfit on to Miss Cuntlicker’s. Your skirt was quite short, the bottom of your large ass cheeks hanging out. Your top showed a considerable amount of your toned midriff as well as your large breasts. You’d become Debbie Cumslut, a teaching assistant to Miss Cuntlicker.
Miss Cuntlicker walked up to you. In a sexy, breathy voice, a stern question came out - “You haven’t been listening to what I’ve been saying at all, have you?”
“And if I haven’t?” You said in an equally sexy voice, surprised at your own boldness.
Miss Cuntlicker giggled. “Oh, you’ll figure it out.” She kissed you, her tongue entering your mouth. You kissed back, grabbing one of her huge tits. You felt a hand go up your thighs...
...before she broke the kiss. “We’ve got a class coming in soon. As much as I’d love to continue, I think we should wait a little bit, don’t you, Debbie?”
“Yes, Miss Cuntlicker.” You said with a smile.
“Oh, call me Jamie, dear. ‘Miss Cuntlicker’ is for the students.” She said.
“Sure thing... Jamie.” You made sure to draw out her name, it more coming in the form of a moan than anything else. Jamie winked at you.
Taking a second to yourself, you were shocked at how much you’d changed things in such a short period of time. You had a few minutes to prepare before the students came in. What do you do?