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(The following is a direct sequel to the MCSA classic Wishbone: Student Teaching. The story picks up a short time after that one ends.)
Janet Gardner walked to the door as her doorbell rang. It was almost 7 PM now; far later than any company that the 54 year old spinster generally expected to receive. "Who could possibly need anything this late?" She grumbled to herself.
As she opened the door and saw who waited on the other side, her irritation grew. An average looking teenage boy stood on her porch, his around the waist of a curvy blonde bimbo of a girl who wore a scandalous miniskirt, a halter top that barely covered her breasts and an extremely vapid smile. Absurdly, the boy held a bone of some kind in his hand.
"Told ya she'd be home!" The bimbo said with a giggle, "She's like, always home."
Janet's thin patience snapped at the girl's impetuous sense of familiarity.
"Look, I don't know who you two are, but you have thirty seconds to get off of my property or I'm going to call the police." She said.
The boy sighed. "Janet, that is no way to treat your neighbors."
She started. How did this boy know her name? Neighbor? The only neighbors she had were the Sandersons next door and...
Her eyes widened in recognition. "Hillary?!" She asked, incredulous.
Janet had been one of the few people to call Hillary Moran a friend. A meek woman herself, she admired the battle axe of a teacher and the strict hand she took in solving the neighborhood's disputes. The two regularly took tea together, gossiping about her students or their neighbors as they saw fit.
But it made no sense. Hillary was almost three times this girl's age, and nowhere near as beautiful. She was sharp witted, acid tongued and very conservative. The girl before her, giggly, showy and clearly unintelligent, couldn't possibly be the woman who used to trade barbs with her over the Sanderson's know it all daughter or the foolishness of the women in their book club.
Yet somehow, she knew that it was Hillary. She could even see it somehow, if she squinted. Her face was similar, despite its youth.
"I don't know what's going on, but I think you should leave." Janet said. She tried to slam and bolt the door, but for some reason, couldn't bring herself to do it.
"I think you should let us inside instead." The boy said mildly.
Against her better judgement, she opened up the door an let them step into her foyer.
As they stepped in, the boy looked her up and down.
"Hmmm....Don't be so nervous, I'm not going to hurt you."
She immediately felt the tension bleed from her body, her mounting terror replaced by curiosity. How had he done this to Hillary? She was sure that it was him who'd done this. It was obvious in the confident, almost cocky way carried himself.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"My name is Kyle. You can call me Mr. Phillips. I kinda like the ring it has to it." He looked around, "Is there a place we can sit? I won't take up much of your time."
She looked at Hillary, who was admiring her slutty body in the mirror she kept by the entrance. The girl pushed her breasts together and giggled vapidly as they bounced.
"Hillary, you stay here while Janet and I have a talk, okay?" Kyle said.
Hillary pouted. "Don't wait like, too long. It's like, soooo boooring in here."
Judy shuddered at the bimboish way that she spoke. Clearly that battle axe had been considerably dulled. She lead Kyle to her Victorian style parlor where they could talk privately.
"So how are you doing this? And what do you want from me?" Janet asked, immediately cutting to what troubled her.
Kyle smiled. "Don't worry about how I'm doing this. Put it out of your head completely."
She blinked. She wasn't even sure what she'd just asked. Suddenly, her neighbor's transformation into teenage bimbo was no more remarkable than Hillary buying a new car would have been; certainly new, and potentially interesting, but nothing to get in a fuss over.
"As for you, well I just though I'd be a good neighbor and let you know that we're having a party next door." He continued.
"A party?" She asked.
"Of course. It's Friday night. The old bat actually has a pretty large place. We're gonna throw a rager." He said with a wolfish smile, "Anyway, I've gone ahead and let her neighbors know so that nobody causes us any trouble."
"Oh....well, I won't call the police or anything." She promised. "So you don't have to threaten me or..."
She trailed off.
"Or what? Change you like I did her?" He asked.
"I....yes." Janet agreed, crossing her legs primly.
"And what would be so wrong with that?" Kyle asked. "Hillary's young again. Gorgeous. Extremely happy. What would be so bad about ending up like her?"
"I...it's not..." Janet stammered. She wasn't quite sure what _was _wrong with it. Finally, she settled on the only thing that seemed off at all, "She's dumb now. I mean, look at her!"
He shrugged. "Intelligence is overrated in a woman. She's a lot happier now that she's not like that, wouldn't you agree."
"I would." She said at once, and meant it. Now that she was really thinking about it, she didn't seem to see what was so great about being smart anyway.
"In fact," He continued, "I think you actually want to be like her. All hot and stupid and fuckable."
Janet blushed a deep crimson. She was a proper lady. She didn't spend time thinking about whether she was "fuckable" or not. This was all deeply embarrassing. And yet the thought of being curvy and vibrant and even a little stupid was turning her on. She'd never say it like that (Ladies did not talk about being 'turned on'), but just thinking about it filled her with a heat she'd long thought to have given up on.
Kyle laughed. "It's okay. You can say it." He said, "You want to be a hot, sexy bimbo. Don't be ashamed of it."
"I....I hardly think it's appropriate to..." She stammered.
Kyle shrugged.
"Well, I guess I'll just take off." He said, standing up, "You have a nice evening, Janet."
She felt a moment of panic as he walked toward the door.
"W-wait! You're just going to leave?"
"Why wouldn't I? You said yourself that you don't want to talk about anything else." He said, resting a hand on Hillary's rump, "Come on Hil. We got a party to get going."
This was it! He was going to leave! Just walk out and leave her as some shriveled old crone. Who cared about being a lady if that's all it was going to get her.
"Wait!" She said, desperately, "Please! You're right!"
He regarded her over his shoulder, hand around Hillary's waist. The teacher-turned-bimbo rubbed her butt against his crotch.
"Right about what?" He asked, turning his attention back to the bimbo in his arms.
God, when was the last time anyone had ever touched her like that? Just thinking of what it would be like to be that desirable sent a shiver down her spine.
"You're right that....that I do want to be a hot bimbo." She forced herself to say. She gulped and added, "A fuckable one."
Kyle let go of Hillary and turned to her, prompting the blonde to give a weak, pout of protest. He looked her over.
"Well, we'll have to do something about that body." he said, "That just won't do."
She blushed. She didn't think she was a bad looking woman. Modest living had kept her slender, and she had long legs that had aged better than most of her had. But she had small, sagging breasts, and her hair had transitioned mostly to gray some time ago.
She opened her mouth to ask what she could do about it, but then let out a gasp as the question answered itself. Her legs grew thicker and longer, adding a couple of inches to her height. No longer thin, they were now shapelier. Her butt grew out as well, pulling her conservative panties and knee length skirt tight across it. It swelled into a perfect, heart shaped bubble. Her narrow hips expanded and her waist took on a waspish, tapered look.
"You need more up top, too, I think." He said.
She gasped as her breasts, which she had been wearing bra-less, strained against her blouse. They grew out into a pair even larger than Hillary's. They gained back some of their old perkiness too, though she had no idea how any breasts this large could possibly be perky. The top buttons of her brown blouse broke, exposing a deep valley of cleavage beneath.
Her hair regained some of its luster. Thin and brittle, it gained new life as it thickened and revitalized. It grew down to her shoulders in the chestnut waves she'd had as a younger woman. Her skin tightened, growing firmer as some of her wrinkles smoothed out.
She rushed to the mirror to find an impossibly curvy version of herself there. She was younger now, though not exactly young. She could pass for 40 easily.
"My goodness..." She whispered, "I look like..."
"You look like a MILF." Kyle said, slapping her behind. She blushed deeply.
She stared in the mirror. She looked amazing, but it was just a bit off. Her figure was magnificent, to be sure, but her unaltered face seemed out of place on it. And while she was glad to be younger, she had hoped to gain more youth back than this.
"Are you finished?" She asked, nervously.
He studied her for a moment, and she became certain that he could see the disappointment on her face.
"It's a bit greedy to ask for more, isn't it?" He said.
"I'm sorry...I just..." She stammered, "I wanted to be hot...like her. And more like a bimbo as well."
"I don't know. I kind of like having a MILF around." He admitted, "But I'll tell you what. If you go find something very sexy wear, I'll change you to match it. How does that sound?"
"I...I don't own anything 'sexy'." She admitted, crestfallen.
"I know that." He said gently, "But a wealthy woman like you can find something, right? While you're at it, please stock up on some booze for the party for us. Do those things and I'll let you be as young as bimboy as you want."
She felt her heart flutter with excitement. "Really?" She asked, standing up straight. Her new breasts jiggled slightly as she did. She'd never had breasts that jiggled before, and it excited her to see his eyes drawn to them.
"I promise." He said, "Keep us stocked and find something cute to wear and I'll complete this change for you."
She was so giddy with excitement that she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss before she could even stop herself. She pulled back a moment later, an embarrassed flush on her face.
"Don't be shy." He said, "Go on ahead and meet us at the party when you're ready."
"I won't let you down!" She said excitedly, grabbing her keys to complete her new mission.
*****
Kyle watched from Hillary's porch as the former teacher's transformed neighbor drove off.
"She's like, sooo much hotter!" Hillary said, "She was all like, boring and stuff but you made her really sexy!"
"I sure did." He agreed.
"Hehe...bet you're glad you never had to do that to me, huh?" She said, oblivious to her life before the bone had come into it.
"Of course not. You're perfect just as you are." He agreed.
It was the last person on the block he'd changed. He'd made the family of four across the street into ditzy sorority girls, and the couple next door into a pair of bisexual bikini models. The rest he'd simply convinced to let them alone. He'd made enough of a buffer zone that the police shouldn't be a concern. He was getting more subtle in his use of the bone. At first, he'd wielded it with all the finesse of a sledgehammer, instantly making changes and wiping people's memory of them. But making Missy, the school's valedictorian, think about her fate before changing her, and manipulating Janet into begging him to change her had been just as satisfying.
On some level, he knew he was being irresponsible. At some point, there would be consequences to all this. Erica's conservative Asian parents were bound to notice their slutty daughter's new look and attitude. And it was only a matter of time until someone realized that that the valedictorian-to-be had become an overbusty idiot. All that in addition to the chaos he'd created in this neighborhood meant that someone was bound to figure out that something was up.
But at the moment, he was having too much fun to care. He was drunk on power and ready to have a party. Already, he could see some of the other students pulling up. Whether or not he turned any of this victims back, tonight he was just going to cut loose and have a good time.
"Come on, Hillary. Let's go greet our party guests." He said.
"Like, right behind you Mr. Phillips!" The bimbo blonde giggled.
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