Di pulled into the college parking lot and grabbed her backpack, a cute pink one with cartoon princesses on it. She didn't care if it was a little bit childish. She liked it and that was all that mattered. She left her car and headed for class, making sure to bring her keys and lock her car door as she did so.
A few minutes later she sat down in math class, her first one of the day. She looked around the room, seeing a lot of sleepy faces. The instructor, Dr. Bill Burton, was a middle aged man who kept a constantly disheveled look about him. His face always had stubble and his hair was always a bit mussed. He wore glasses and spoke in a weird droning voice that made for an incredibly boring and sleep-inducing lecture. Di often wondered how he managed to get tenure.
As the class began, Di decided to make things more interesting.
Di began making commands silently. "Nobody will notice the changes I make in this classroom. On the instructor's desk, the following items will appear: a pink G-string, a pink lacy bra, a pink and white minidress with short sleeves, frilly skirt, and plenty of bustline, white thigh high stockings, white garter belt, pink 6-inch stilettos, hot pink lipstick, blue sparkly eyeshadow, dark eyeliner, and high quality mascara."
Di continued. "As he is giving his lecture, Dr. Burton will apply the make-up that has appeared on his desk. He will not need a mirror and will apply it perfectly. Nobody except me and Dr. Burton will notice that he is doing this. Dr. Burton will not know why he is doing this, but won't be able to stop himself, and will continue the lecture as if nothing was happening."
Dr. Burton immediately picked up the lipstick and applied it to his lips. He continued applying the make-up until it was complete. He looked ridiculous. That make-up didn't belong on his face. Dr. Burton had a panicked look on his face the entire time, but continued speaking.
Di wished some more. "Dr. Burton will remove all of his clothing until he is naked. After that he will put on the female clothing that is on his desk. As before, only me and Dr. Burton will notice that he is doing this, and Dr. Burton will not be able to stop himself and continue with his lecture as normal."
As the professor spoke, he removed his clothes. Soon enough he was completely naked, and he was quite an ugly sight while naked. He put on the underwear, pulled the stockings onto his legs, pulled the dress on over his head, and stepped into the towering stilettos, all while talking about advanced calculus. The ridiculous picture of the professor made Di have to stifle a laugh.
"Now to make things really interesting," Di said to herself. "When I finish this command, Dr. Burton will slowly transform into the woman I will describe over the course of 10 minutes. The woman Dr. Burton will become will be 5 feet, 2 inches tall. She will have wide hips, a narrow waste, and huge FF cup breasts. She will have pale skin and waste-length, wavy, platinum-blonde hair. She will have bright blue eyes, luscious lips, and the face of a beautiful bimbo. She will speak in a very high soprano voice. Her clothes will change size to match her body."
Di continued. "She will in every way speak and act like a dumb, air-headed bimbo, except that she will remain very smart. She will be well respected as an expert in her field, the smartest mathematician in the school, but she will still only be able to talk and express herself in as a bimbo. She will love to dress sexily and loves her huge breasts. She will be 100% lesbian and will admire the huge breasts of other women as well; they are her favorite feature on women."
Di added more. "She will believe that men would benefit from acting in a feminine manner and by looking more like women, and especially by having breasts like women. She believes this so strongly that she has offered extra credit for men in her class: if they get breast augmentation, she will increase their grade in the class by one letter for each cup size the man gains. Some men are desperate enough to seriously consider this as a viable option. She will offer women in the class extra credit points for having sex with her, and women who are struggling in the class often do so. People know her methods are strange, but they are happy with the results she gets. She has the highest pass rate of any math class on campus. She will be named 'Breastacious Bimbette'. Most people will refer to her as Dr. Bimbette, but those who are close to her will use her first name, Breastacious."
Di finished her command, and the changes slowly began. As Di looked on over the next 10 minutes, Dr. Burton slowly changed. He slowly shrunk, losing height. His hips began to get wider, and his chest began to puff out. His hair got lighter and lighter, and grew long and wavy. His body hair started disappearing. As he lectured, the pitch of his voice went up and up. The changes continued to proceed, and his chest swelled out with enormous breasts. His butt and hips became large, round, and inviting. His face had taken on incredible beauty. Suddenly the nameplate on his desk changed from "Dr. Burton" to "Dr. Bimbette", and Di knew that "he" had become "she".
When the changes were complete, Dr. Bimbette stood at the front of the class. She was lecturing: "So, uh, that's, like, how you can use this, like, Taylor Series! I know, this is, like, totally tough stuff, like seriously, but don't forget, like, boobies are totally awesome! And guys, if you, like, get yourselves a pair of sweet, uh, knockers, I'll be sure and, like, knock your grade on up for you! And that would be so kewl! And girls, if you, like, need a boost of your own, um, don't forget to stop by my little office, and we could, like, totally have a lot of fun, and ya'll can get some extra points too, and stuff!"
It was an incredible sight to see. Di was wet from the sight of it, but there was no way she was going to be done there... She looked around the classroom. Sitting at one of the front desks was the teacher's pet, Fred Baker, or at least he was the former teacher's pet. He was a know-it-all who loved to ask questions that showed off his knowledge.
Di started another command. "Everyone in the classroom except me will freeze in suspended animation." Everyone in the class held perfectly still in their current positions. "Fred Baker will be a teacher's pet for Dr. Bimbette. He has embraced her philosophy of femininity and has worked very hard to feminize himself. Since the beginning of this semester he has started dressing in women's clothing, doing his hair in feminine styles, and wearing make-up, he has started taking female hormones and has gotten breast augmentation, bringing him from flat-chested all the way up to a D-cup. This means he will get an A in the class, but he still likes to show off his femininity, to impress Dr. Bimbette. His penis has shrunk to only 2 inches long. He now prefers the name Frieda and is strongly considering undergoing the operation as soon as he can afford it. Dr. Bimbette encourages him and is very proud of him. This change will occur immediately."
Suddenly, Fred's features became much more feminine. His body took on a feminine shape and D-cup breasts appeared on his chest. His clothing changed so that he was now wearing a purple dress with black tights and 4-inch green peep-toe heels. His brown hair grew out to his shoulders and was styled in feminine fashion, with a red flower in it.
"Everyone in the class will come out of suspended animation," said Di.
Upon hearing Dr. Bimbette's last statement, Frieda raised his hand. "Yes, uh, Frieda?" Dr. Bimbette called on him.
"Dr. Bimbette, can men report to your office for extra credit too? If their feminine enough?" asked Frieda.
Dr. Bimbette responded perkily. "Like, I'm so sorry, Frieda. I totally understand where you're, like, coming from, but, uh, you know I, like, don't swing that way, so uh, men, like, can totally only get extra credit by increasing their boobie size, like seriously! But, uh, I'm totally good if you, like, stop by for advice on, like, being totally girly, cuz I'm like totally down for that!"
Frieda looked a bit sad at that answer, but accepted it. Class proceeded to its completion as normal, although normal now seemed quite strange to Di. When class ended people shuffled out the front door, and Di followed.
Di had to pee, and she headed down the hall until she reached the restrooms. She walked into the women's restroom, entered a stall, pulled down her jeans and thong, and sat down to pee. As she peed, she heard some girls talking out by the sinks. "I can't even believe he gets away with that. It's not right; it's not natural," said one girl to another.
The other girl responded "I know... oops, speak of the devil."
Di finished up and started wiping herself as she heard someone new entering the restroom. The first girl spoke. "What are you doing in here? Shouldn't you be in the men's restroom, since you're, you know, a man!"
The newcomer responded, and Di recognized the voice as Frieda's. "I have every right to be in here. I'm a woman now. I'm working on getting it legally changed and everything!"
"Women don't have dicks, freak!" said the second girl. "You're just a loser with a tiny dick who can't figure out anything better to do with it!"
Di finished up and pulled her pants back on. She was furious. How dare these girls be so disrespectful to this transgendered person. She felt an obligation to Frieda since it was technically Di who made him transgendered.
Di came out of the stall. "Hold it right there!" she said in a commanding voice. "Freida, come to me!" Frieda, not knowing what was going on, obeyed and came to Di's side.
"Oh! you're here to protect the freak!" said the first girl.
Di turned on them. "Both of you will stand perfectly still and not say anything." To Frieda's surprise, they did.
Di turned back to Frieda and spoke to him. "Frieda, tell me the truth. Do you like who you are?"
Frieda felt he could trust Di, and answered "Yes, I do. Except for... you know... things like that." Frieda indicated the girls.
Di nodded in understanding, but continued. "Imagine for a moment, that you were just a normal man. Is that something that you would want?"
Frieda thought, then answered "No. It might be easier if I was, but I really like being who I am. My life is more interesting and fulfilling. Being who you are, despite resistance from other people, makes you better. At least that's what I think."
"You may be right," Di added. "What if you could magically become a woman. Is that something you would want?"
Frieda thought long and hard, but finally responded "That's a tough question. I really want to be a woman, but I think the transitional process is valuable for me. I wouldn't want to give that up. On the other hand, if I was to magically become a woman, maybe I would be all woman, as if I was born that way. Surgery, no matter how good, couldn't make me truly a woman, as if I was born a woman. I guess I would wish I could have that completeness, and I might be willing to give up transitioning if I could magically have that."
Di pondered as Frieda spoke. "Okay Frieda, here's what's going to happen. You will continue your transition as normal. When the day comes for you to have your surgery, when you fall unconscious under the anesthesia, time will pause, and you will appear at my location, and I will transform you into the woman of your dreams. You will not remember this command, but you will remember me as a good friend who stood up for you and who will help you with your transition. Dr. Bimbette is also a good and helpful friend of yours."
Di waited a moment, to make sure her command was finished. Frieda looked at Di as if nothing had happened. Di told Frieda "You don't need to use the restroom anymore. Go to Dr. Bimbette's office and ask her about make-up techniques, because you still need some work on that. Take her fashion advice with a grain of salt, though, because Dr. Bimbette dresses pretty slutty."
"Okay, Di. You're such a great help to me!" said Frieda, and he left the restroom.
Di finally turned to the two girls who were standing there. "No one will enter the restroom until I finish changing you girls." A few girls out in the hallway changed direction.
"You both have extremely rare, one-of-a-kind medical conditions. You," Di indicated the first girl, "can only speak in farts. Your words are English but when you speak it comes out as if you were farting and happened to form words. Gas is expelled from your mouth as you speak and it stinks like a fart. You will have to eat gassy foods in order to maintain enough gas to speak. This makes you fart the normal way a lot as well. Those who know you are used to all of this and have even gotten used to your smell to some degree, but to people who don't know you your condition is strange and offensive. Your name is now Filly Fartston."
Di turned to the other girl. "You have a cock in place of your tongue. Your speaking is hampered because your cock-tongue is not dextrous like a normal tongue. It is easily aroused and becomes erect just like a normal cock. When it does this it sticks out of your mouth because your mouth is too small to contain it. Your cock-tongue can still taste things like a normal tongue. You do not have to eat anything to live. Instead, you must put your erect cock-tongue into another person's orifice and tongue-fuck them until you cum. Whenever your cock-tongue cums inside someone it is like eating a meal for you. It sustains you. If your cock-tongue cums when outside of someone, it is like eating a light snack. It can stave off hunger, but won't support you indefinitely. People who know you are used to your condition, and someone is usually willing to let you use an orifice of theirs to feed, but strangers find your condition weird and revolting. Your name is now Callie Cockney."
Di continued. "You two girls are the strangest people you know. You will never make fun of anyone for being different again. You are fortunate to have found each other because you have fallen in love. You love and support each other to accommodate your difficult needs. Filly, you love Callie's cock-tongue and you love when she sticks it in your mouth, and especially in your ass, and cums. Callie, you love Filly's smell, and love the taste of her ass. You make sure she eats enough gassy foods so that she is able to talk. Callie, you are in school to become a nutritionist. Filly you are a pre-med student and you hope to one day be a gastroenterologist. You have both come to the restroom this morning because Callie hasn't had her morning meal yet. After Callie tongue-fucks Filly's ass you are going to go get burritos from the cafeteria for Filly."
"You may resume your normal activities, and will not know that these commands have occurred," Di finished.
"ppplll-Come-pppll on-pllfftt Call-plplp-lie-poooot. pfftttpl-You-fft prrft-have-ftrt ppll-to-oootthph vhooplpl-eat-rrtftft ppplfrt-this-sfftsrt -spprl-morning-vfsst! plploo-My-rrttfftt frrt-ass-toofp pllplfvt-wants-vvrrt pllft-you-proofrt!" said Filly in fart-speech.
"O-ay, my lub!" said Callie as her erect cock-tongue began to emerge from her mouth. "I lub ta tate ob yoa app!"
The two entered a stall, and Di heard Filly unzip her pants and soon after there were fart filled moans filling the air. It was starting to stink, so Di headed on her way. She had yet to decide where she was going to go next.