Kyle had math first but before he could begin, he saw Mr. Smith standing in the hall across from him watching as his students walked into the room, his naked form on display.
Kyle walked up to him and said, "Mr. Smith, can I have a word with you before class starts."
Mr. Smith rolled his eyes but said, "Sure."
Kyle said good, "For the duration of this conversation, I want you to remember how your life was before yesterday and I want you to remember everything that has changed since then. You won't get loud. You won't make a scene. You'll just remember."
Kyle stopped talking and watched as Jake shuddered.
He remembered it all, being on the football team, wearing clothes. He felt how strange it was that he was a teacher, that he was naked, that he had fucked and sucked so many of his former friends and classmates, that he had been humiliated into being married to one of the guys from his school. How he couldn't do anything but obey Ben and Kyle's perverted will. How Blake had become his son but also an object of his lust. How his life had completely changed in crazy and horrible ways.
"Now Mr. Smith, go ahead and tell me what you think." Kyle said.
"Th..this goes beyond revenge," Mr. Smith stammered out. "You've made me and everyone I know into freaks. You need to stop. This is horrible." Mr. Smith spoke strongly but kept his voice low as instructed.
"Oh Jake," Kyle said with a half disappointed look. "Don't you realize that this is a major turn on for you. You love freaky, sexy, gay shit."
Mr. Smith's cock sprang to attention as his arousal toward his memories increased. "No I don't. This is all your manipulation."
Kyle said, "That may be true but it won't be for the next hour. Your next class is senior level sex Ed and for this class, you have the ability to change any of your students to your will. You're going to spend the whole class perving on your students and making them as freakish as possible. You're going to use your incredible knowledge from years of being a perverted slut to transform these kids. Anything you say about them in your class will come true."
Kyle said this and because of his ability to change every single thing about Jake's life, of course it was true. It was horribly true. He was going to make this class a class of freaks.
"You can't make me do this. Please don't make me do this." Jake begged not wanting to be a pawn in Kyle's freakification of the school.
"Come on," Kyle said. "In a few moments, you're going to realize this is a dream come true. Heck, didn't you think it was weird that your class rule was that all the guys had to strip down to their underwear when class began?"
"That's not true. You just made that happen." Mr. Smith said.
"Of course I did," Kyle said. The bell rung and Kyle said, "Now give me that hall pass you've got in your hand. I'm late for math and you're late to teach your class what it means to be perverted sex fiends like yourself."
Kyle took the hall pass that appeared in Jake's hand and Jake walked into the classroom. The last of the guys had wandered in and was just finishing shucking off his pants and throwing them into one of the assigned cubbies.
Mr. Smith waked to the board, pulled out a marker and wrote "TODAY'S LESSON: SEXUAL PERVERSION" in bold letters.