Jenny felt an arm loop around her and pull her out of math. Though she fought to get out of his hold, she found her assailant to be too strong. He dragged her into the an empty classroom and locked the door.
When she turned to face the man who'd taken her from math, she saw Mr. Lakes face. Mr. Lake was a history teacher who was know amongst her classmates for being young and extremely hot. He had soft blonde hair and a broad chest that was proportional to his immense height.
"Mr.Lake?" She asked, feeling hot. "I have to be at math--"
"Transform or dare?" He asked, nose flaring.
"Wait! No, not again." She groaned, bursting into tears. Mr. Lake tried to get her to answer, but a minute past and she was barely starting to sniffle and dry her eyes. She didn't notice, but Mr.Lake had held her in his arms, comforting her. She reveled in his warmth.
"I'm going to help you as much as I can. Trust me" Mr. lake whispered, pulling Jen to stand before him. Jen nodded and clasped her hands behind her back, raising her chest to him.
"First, I want you to keep your sex drive, but redirect towards two people: me and yourself. You will love and maintain your body, and you will masturbate only when in private. But otherwise, you will only want to fuck me. No one else will be affected by you. I can't get rid of the desire given to you, but I can try to make it a bit more manageable."
Jenny nodded, suddenly realizing that she and Mr. lake would be beautiful together. She had the urge to touch herself, but she wanted to touch Mr.Lake even more. Based on the stern look on his face, she decided not to act on the urge.
"You will wear a white shirt, a white bra, white underwear, a white skirt and white shoes at all times. It will be the ONLY outfit your peers will tolerate, anything else and they will tear it off you."
Me.Lake passed Jennifer a pair of the clothes he just described and had her change into them. Though the color selection was drab, he found it suited her dirty blonde hair and dark eyes well.
"Finally, you will only desire to sit on one persons lap--mine. You will imagine me sitting on a desk, and therefore choose it. Though no one will see it, and I will not actually be there, you will feel yourself on my lap. I transferred you out of math class, since there is no real way to get around that. The school now thinks you have all your math credits. Second period is my conference period, and I signed you up as my student assistant then. Got it?"
Jen nodded, and played with a white thread on her skirt. Finally, Mr.lake added, "transform or dare will not work on you unless I am the one who asks you it? We don't want anyone causing anymore damage. I dealt with that Kyle kid, and he won't be a problem anymore."
Jennifer smiled, relieved that she didn't have to worry about that little twerp anymore. "And what about my date?" She asked quietly.
"Well." Me.Lake thought, "I dare you to be faithful to me, kind, honest, intelligent, and hardworking. Your studies will be a big priority, and you will receive no sex from me unless you pass every class with an A."
Jen nodded vigorously, "I think that's doable." She giggled, pressing her DDs against Mr.lakes chest. She kissed him gently, realizing sex wasn't everything.
The man in front of her was.