In the mirror was an old--actually, an older man. But it was blurry. Then his hand instinctively found the glasses on the nightstand. He put them on and the image came into focus. His face had a small, neatly trimmed goatee and he was balding a little on top. He still, however, had a frame of wiry muscle covered in a black t-shirt and jeans. He leaned closer, still not believing he went from a teenage girl to a man, an older man.
"Good Lord," he said.
Then the door opened slowly and he saw Kylie there dressed in a plaid skirt and white blouse, looking so sexy. Justin's (his new name) erection pressed against the front of his jeans. "I'm ready for my lesson," she whispered. She leaned in and kissed him. Justin found he was kissing back. He practically threw her on the bed and was kissing her neck as he worked the buttons on her blouse.
"Teach me, Mr. Haley!" Kylie screamed. "Teach me how to be bad."
He stopped dead as he was unfastening her bra. He remembered teaching her. In Geometry. Her fingers tracing the collar of her blouse when he looked at her.
"I'm her teacher?" he whispered.