Chapter Description: Stephen returns to school, but finds that things are a little different...
As they pulled into his highschool’s parking lot and his eyes traced the various classroom buildings, Stephen suddenly realized; he had no idea if he was still in the same classes as yesterday! If he was only fifteen years old that meant that he was now only a freshman. Was he going to have to sit through a full day of all the classes he’d aced three years ago? He looked at Katlynn hesitantly. Would she possibly know his class schedule if she was tutoring him? Should he risk provoking her further by asking? Deciding her wrath was less scary than the detention for tardiness, Stephen spoke up,
“Um Katlynn, what’s my first class?”
She looked at him, alarmed,
“Are you serious, Stephen? Is this a test or something to see how much I care about you? Is this your way of getting attention from me? Grow up! Your class schedule is literally on the first page of your binder, read it yourself dweeb. Or do you need your tutor’s input to do that too?”
Stephen winced at her hurtful comments, his embarrassing erection poking even more uncomfortably against his spiderman briefs. Placing his hands in his lap, Stephen blushed, blinking his eyes rapidly,
“Um I’m sorry. I just forgot,”
They finished parking and the humiliated but desperately horny teen rushed uncomfortably out of the car. He thought about going to the bathroom to jack off before school with how unbearably aroused his teenage body was but sensibly decided it wasn’t worth the risk of detention. Finding a secluded corner near Katlynn's parking space, Stephen hastily moved his penis to face straight up in his spiderman undies, hoping that the new position would put an end to the erection he’d been struggling to control ever since arriving downstairs at home earlier.
Finally a little less uncomfortable in the penile department, Stephen broke open his backpack to figure out what his first period class was in this altered reality. His eyes as they traced the schedule in his binder over and over again with disbelief. This wasn’t his senior schedule. This wasn’t even his freshman schedule. Stephen had entered highschool as one of the top in his class. He’d been in all accelerated classes and even had several academic achievement awards. The schedule in front of him looked like it belonged to a person who was borderline retarded. The awkward fifteen year old in the baggy clothes wasn’t in the lowest classes, he was even lower; remedial in almost every subject. This meant that, according to the schedule, Stephen’s new existence was most likely studying to grasp concepts he had formerly mastered in elementary school.
Bracing for a day of extreme boredom alongside some of the schools most troubled students, Stephen trudged begrudgingly to his first period; Remedial Mathematics with Miss Bonner. Stephen had never had Miss Bonner for an instructor. Word around campus was that she usually worked with the slower or more troubled students, but also that she was nice. Hopefully that meant at least he wouldn't have to add her name to the list of women who had screamed at him this morning. Stephen entered the unfamiliar classroom and sat down at an empty desk. He was surprised when an attractive young woman with wavy shoulder length black hair looking to be in her mid twenties strolled between the desks, holding a coffee. The remarkably good looking young adult took her place at the teacher's desk right when the bell rung,
“Wow, I can't believe no one mentioned how hot she is,”
Stephen said to himself as he admired the teacher’s attractive figure and generous chest. Her commanding voice startled him as she brought the class to attention,
“Alright, everyone, you heard the bell. We’re starting class with a pop quiz. Pencil’s on your desk and phone’s away. Any cheating whether by glancing at your lap, or backpack, or your classmate's desk will result in an instant fail and detention for a week, understand?”
His classmates muttered their annoyed consent as the instructor began passing out the class’ assessment for the day. Stephen had to stifle a laugh when he looked at it, it was even more pathetic than he had thought. Seriously, Long Division? That was a 5th grade concept, and these teenagers, his peers still didn’t know how to do it? It took the fifteen year old less than two minutes to finish all five problems of the pop quiz. He turned it in at the front before anyone else in the class had finished and sat back down, looking curiously around the classroom. As he watched the focused and occasional confused faces of his peers, Stephen’s amusement at the situation switched to a genuine feeling of pity for his new classmates. These poor teens were in high school and they were still struggling to grasp concepts and solve problems that literal children who liked to play with toys and run around on the playground could solve.
After ten minutes had passed Miss Bonner gave the class a reading assignment for the next unit on fractions while she sat at her desk, grading their quizzes. Stephen glanced at the book and decided to instead try and figure out a plan to stop whatever was happening to him. The only thing he could think of that could be capable of ruining his life like this was the sundial his mom had mentioned on the night previous. She’d said something about the witch doctor woman saying a curse and also ‘virgin’s blood’. He looked at the spiderman band aid still on his finger and winced at the embarrassing realization the blood in his veins still satisfied that label. His thoughts returned to the round golden object with the point he’d slit his finger on. The mysterious sundial had to be what was causing all this, but where was the damn thing? He’d gone back to the table last night and the shining metal object was gone. His mind remembered his mom mentioning she had stored it in the garage and attic. Was it in one of those two places maybe?
Stephen resolved to check both locations that evening as Miss Bonner came by and dropped his pop quiz back on his desk. The teen picked it up and was not surprised in the least to see the one hundred percent score marked in red ink in the header along with a friendly message from his new teacher remarking, ‘Great Job as Always Stephen!’. He glanced at it pleased for a moment when suddenly the neat pencil marks of his own work began to fade and shift on the page. Stephen’s wide eyes sat unblinkingly glued to the paper as the symbols he’d drawn minutes ago slowly morphed to new markings that looked like they had been made by a completely different person. His formerly very neat writing was gone and in its place were messy numbers accompanied by numerous scribbles all over the sides of the page and margins from failed attempts and wrong answers. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t his paper.
As Stephen continued looking at the writings under question number one his mind suddenly recalled writing some of them. Nervously tracing his gaze across the various scribbles and chicken scratch all over the page Stephen gradually remembered being very confused as he attempted the quiz and trying again and again to solve the first problem before unfortunately running out of time and turning in the incomplete assessment after the ten minutes were up. Looking back at the prompt for the first long division problem, Stephen tried to remember how he had actually solved it upon first sitting down at his desk but couldn’t recall in the slightest. What had seemed stupidly easy mere minutes ago now had his brain completely stumped. A dark realization came over him. If his own intelligence was susceptible to the same mysterious powers that were changing all of his loved one’s memories and the very fabric of reality itself then the regressing teen had even less time to track down the golden sundial than he thought. The red ink at the top of his quiz finally began to shift as well, drawing Stephen’s attention to it. The score he’d been proud of just a few moments ago morphed to a very different one that read instead: ‘30% Good Effort Stephen!’. The former accelerated student hung his head in despair. Apparently he was not only a diaper dependent pervert in this reality, but also so imbecilic in school that teachers were complimenting him on his pathetic attempt to guess the answer to a fifth grade math problem. He had to see if he could stop this, and soon.
Stephen suddenly had a thought; maybe he could call out sick. He wasn’t sure if his mom was available to pick him up from school, but if he put on a good act and fooled the school nurse he could go home early and grab the sundial before his consciousness and reality went through any more life ruining changes. The fifteen year old raised his hand quickly to get Miss Boner’s attention. The beautiful young teacher acknowledged his hand with a nod, saying,
“Yes, Stephen? Do you need to go potty?”
Shocked, Stephen closed his eyes, waiting for a chorus of mocking laughter to erupt from his classmates. Slowly opening his eyes and glancing around, the confused teen boy saw most of his peers looking at him with mild interest, like this was a routine question a teacher asked a freshman in highschool. He hurriedly tried to regain composure and replied awkwardly,
“Yes- I mean no… I just um… I’m not feeling very well. Can I please be excused to the nurses office?”
Miss Bonner gave him a concerned look. His hope of a quick escape began to vanish as she persisted,
“Are you sure you don’t have to go potty, Stephen? I could send someone from the class to help you if you want.”
Stephen looked back around at all peers and yanked his hand down quickly. He could feel his accursed penis starting to swell again from how embarrassed he was getting.
“Um no thank you, I’m good. Sorry for disrupting the class.”
The teen's cheeks flushed red as Miss Bonner addressed the class,
“Okay everyone, work from your book on the problem numbers listed on the board. I need to take Stephen to the potty for a moment.”
The black haired beauty walked over to the cowering teen’s desk and took his hand, firmly,
“Come on, Stephen. Let’s go potty.”
Stephen looked around for someone to save him from the most embarrassing moment of his life, but the apathetic and annoyed expressions of his peers provided no support whatsoever. He looked down quickly in shame, giving him a good view of the small bulge pushing against his baggy jeans as the attractive new teacher helped him to stand and walk across the hall to the boy’s bathroom. Stephen thanked the stars above that it wasn't passing period so only his classmates had to see this humiliation. The pair stopped outside the bathroom entrance and Miss Bonner turned to him,
“Do you need me to come in and help you, sweetie?”
Stephen’s cock pushed even harder against his undies and denim blue jeans as the teen thought of this beautiful woman helping him ‘go to the potty’. Something inside him was begging to let her hold his shrunken weaner while ye ‘used the potty like a big boy’ but the fifteen year old valiantly shook off his horniness and responded quickly,
“Um, no, I got it, thanks!”
Miss Bonner put her hand on his shoulder, making Stephen even more uncomfortable in his pants,
“I’ll wait right here, call out if you need any help and I’ll come in, okay?”
Stephen hurried into the bathroom. Walking over to one of the urinals, the regressed teen unzipped his jeans and freed his straining cock from the red lined kiddie undies he’d been wearing since this morning. As the freshman attempted to ‘go potty’ Stephen found to his frustration that his sensitive four inch erection was too intense and prevented his bladder from being able to empty into the white porcelain urinal. His gaze sat fixed downward towards his nethers in apprehension as Stephen considered whether to jack off in the boy’s bathroom like a horny little pervert or wait the few minutes it would take for his erection to finally go down. Staring at his reduced cock for an indeterminate amount of passing seconds, Stephen almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the distinctive voice of Miss Bonner right behind him,
“Are you having trouble making your pee pees, Stephen? Here, let me help you.”
Stephen began to turn in protest when Miss Bonner’s right hand reached past the urinal divider and grasped his erection firmly in her long delicate fingers. The regressed fifteen year old froze, his eyes glued to her perfectly manicured hand and glossy pink nail polish. The teacher pressed her body up against his as she positioned herself to get a better view of his stalled penis,
“Oh, I see what the problem is, sweetie. Your little pee pee is all hard! That happens to boys sometimes. Here, let me wiggle it a little and I bet you, you’ll be peeing in no time.”
Stephen’s eyes widened, then rolled back as she gripped his little rod more firmly and began gently shaking it up and down. After only the fourth tug from his new female instructor the mortified teen boy squeezed his knees together like a constipated toddler as he began to squirt milky white ropes of ejaculate into the boys urinal,
“There we go, see I told you I could help you,
Miss Bonner said as her hand continued handling Stephen’s captive penis mercilessly, milking every last bit of semen and its accompanying horniness out of his shrunken testicles as the teen moaned helplessly. After finally finishing coating the inside of the urinal with his pathetic load, Stephen was surprised when Miss Bonner’s grip did not release on his shriveling penis. The math teacher instead adjusted her fingers over the next several seconds as Stephen's four inch penis shrunk to its unaroused length of just an inch and a half. Finally coming down from his aroused state and growing increasingly uncomfortable at how the Math teacher was pinching his penis put between her two fingers, Stephen asked as with as polite a voice he could muster,
“Um….. Miss Bonner, why are you still helping- I mean holding my privates?”
The math teacher spoke to him in a new voice, one that sounded like it was supposed to be directed towards individual much younger than Steven,
“You see Stephen, the key to using the potty is patience. I know you want to be done the moment something happens. But if you can just be be patient like a big boy-”
As she spoke Stephen's small mushroom shaped penis head began to spew yellow liquid into the cum coated urinal. The teen pressed his knees together once again in shame.
“-then soon you'll be making pee pees in the potty like all the other big boys and girls do.”
Stephen closed his eyes in extreme embarrassment as he listened to the piddle paddle of his bladder emptying in front of his teacher. The teen was glad at least that he was still in his refractory period so Miss Bonner didn't have to see just how aroused he was already getting as she was continuing to help him use the potty like a ‘big boy’. After he finally finished peeing, Miss Bonner gently shook the final few yellow drops from his penis, then at last released it. Stephen quickly shoved his tiny dick back into his spiderman undies and zipped his jeans back up, trying not to make eye contact with the woman who had just caused him to cum all over the boy’s bathroom urinal. Miss Bonner took him by the shoulders and crouched down just a bit to be eye to eye with his reduced height,
“You did such a good job at using the potty like a big boy, Stephen. Thank you for letting me help you. Now let's wash our hands so we don't get sick.”
Stephen stammered out a reply as his eyes uncomfortably struggled to meet paternal gaze,
“Um, yeah you're welcome I guess. Thanks for the um…. the help with……that.”
Wishing he could disappear forever to escape the humiliation he felt, Stephen waited behind his teacher while she washed her hands. Stephen dazedly walked over to the sink as Miss Bonner finished, under the watchful eye of her approving face. As the teen washed his hands, the he looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw his black tshirt begin to shimmer in the reflection,
“No, not my clothes! Not at school!”
Stephen thought to himself as he watched his shit begin to change color. He glanced back nervously at Miss Bonner through the mirror as the color shift began, but the mathematics teacher seemed completely unaware that anything unusual was happening in front of her. His black ACDC shirt lightened into a white t-shirt with red trim on the collar and sleeves that matched the piping on the toddler underwear he still wore. The ACDC logo faded from existence as a picture of a red power ranger materialized to take its place instead. The red ranger’s face became obscured as Stephen's jeans extended up his body as if they were trying to swallow him up. Two straps extended out of the back like flat denim vines as they snaked over his shoulders and snapped in the front, securing the teen in his new pair of blue jean overalls. The freshman looked down at his new bottoms and saw that his shoes had morphed as well into a pair of red and blue light up sneakers. The lights blinked on and off reflecting off of the bathroom walls, reminding him of police sirens.
I look like a total dweeb now,”
Stephen whined to himself as he looked at his youthful face adorning the new attire. His portrait now resembled a hybrid between a farm boy and some special carefree kid trapped in a teen’s body. Miss Bonner’s voice echoed inside the tiled bathroom,
“All done, Stephen? The bell is about to ring. I don't want you to be late for your next class.”
Stephen quickly dried his hands and shuffled to his math teacher, surrendering meekly as she once again took his hand. As the pair made their way back to the Mathematics classroom, Stephen thought of asking to go to the nurse again, but after considering how well his previous attempt had worked he figured it wasn’t worth risking. It seemed to him whatever was sadistically transforming his life liked to push back anytime the virgin tried to right the injustices and erotic humiliations that were being thrust upon him, so the teen decided he would try laying low for the time being.
