Help! Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Jeremy ran to the boys’ locker room. It was empty, thankfully and he dashed into a stall, pulling down his pants.

Manchester had confused him. He’d dropped his pencil, and she knelt right in front of him, her hairdo inches from his desk. He’d felt strange then, like something was wanting him to reach out, touch it, touch her and he froze. Never had he been so aroused, even when Becky Newsome had shown him her tits under the bleachers. The way Manchester smelled, her fragrance...cigarettes mixed with perfume, mixed with hairspray, mixed with...other feminine things.

It had felt so strange, so right yet so wrong and he’d had to get out of there, or he might have done...something embarrassing.

He couldn’t get it out of his head. Couldn’t get her out of his head. The way she moved, the way her body was encased in that tight dress, her low alto voice. Everything about her infected his mind somehow and he didn’t know what he was going to do.

I mean, he was dating Bethany Carmicheal, the prettiest girl in school. They’d been going out for weeks now, why was he having thoughts of his teacher for God’s sake? He could feel his face heating up, tingling sliding up his scalp. It felt strange, not bad, in fact, it felt really nice, the tingling sensation, like a million little butterflies had all landed on his head and were giving him a kiss. He put his hands up to his scalp, and something felt off about his hair, it was softer? Pulling up his pants he went out into the locker room to look in the mirror...

His hair looked different, with reddish highlights in it, almost like...

As he watched the tingling increased, becoming a burning sensation centered on his scalp.

As the tingling dissipated Jeremy could see what had happened.

He put his hands to his head to find something very strange: they didn’t meet with his usual short strands, but something larger, and sticky had materialized somehow on top of his head.

“What the fuck?”

Standing there was him, Jeremy Fuller, 17 years old, but somehow, some way, wearing Manchester’s hairdo?

His eyes widened. “Oh my GOD!”

He pulled at it, but winced as it was stuck on his head as if his hair had been replaced by this strange…

“No, nononononono.”  He again tried to pull at it and only succeeded at making it warp somehow, flattening in areas, damaged by his fumbling fingers.

“This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening!” He stared at himself as his scalp tingled again, and the hairdo rearranged again, perfectly.

It was an updo, pulled back in the rear with pins, in what his mother had once called a bouffant.

This was a disaster! How was he supposed to play the football game that night with this kinda crazy hair? He did everything he could think of from sticking his head under the faucet and wetting it, to pulling the bun apart.

After each experiment to get rid of it, he would feel the tingle, and the hair would arrange itself perfectly on top of his head.

The bell rang and he needed to get out of here. He found a hoodie in one of the lockers and put it over his new hair, ducking out of the door and into the hallway.

He hid out under the stairs, where he usually met Bethany for lunch. Hopefully, she might know something he could do to get his old hair back.

As fifth period passed, he thought about the situation. How had this happened? He could still feel the hair under his hoodie, it hadn’t gone away. Mrs. Manchester had knelt in front of him, and that’s when he’d noticed her, noticed how elegant she was, how classy. She had such pretty hair, and eyebrows to match, thin and sculpted. Briefly, he wondered what those would feel like too, but shook his head, dismissing...

As if on cue, he felt the tingles again. They felt so nice, prickly, like a million fairies dancing on his forehead...

As the tingles receded, he knew he’d changed again. The tingles felt so nice, he almost hated for them to leave, but they also filled him with dread because he now knew they signified the body changes. By touch, he could tell he now had her eyebrows too!

Ugh, fifth period couldn’t end fast enough. He wanted to see Bethany before any more changes took place. Hopefully, she would know what to do, she was the smartest and the most beautiful girl in school.

Jeremy wondered if Mrs. Manchester was also changing? He wondered if he could risk a look into the classroom to see. She had teacher prep 5th period, so maybe he could just peek in and look? He wanted to, in fact, he was drawn to, but at the same time would contact with her increase his changes?

Poking his head out from under the stairs, he looked up and down the hallway and didn’t see anyone...

He darted into her classroom, but it was empty.

He turned to leave, but just as he opened the door...

Mrs. Manchester came into the room. “Well, Mr. Fuller, I’m happy to see you.”

Jeremy gulped. “Uhh, hello Mrs. Manchester.”

“Why have you come back to my classroom? Did you, perhaps, forget something?

“Uhh n.n.n.no.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and he felt that strange warmth again like he had when she’d knelt in front of him.

“Are you sure, dear boy? You haven’t lost anything?”

“I t.h.hought I might have f.f.forgotten something but I.I.I just remembered...” stammered Jeremy.

“Remembered what, dear boy?”

“I.I.I.I’m supposed to m.m.meet Beth—”

“Oh stop stammering and come here, Jeremy,” Mrs. Manchester said, sharply.

He couldn’t help himself, he followed her.

She led him down the hall to the stairwell, then began descending the stairs. Jeremy followed, unable to take his eyes off her swaying hips and her stockinged legs.

Finally, they entered a room with a bunch of boxes and...a mattress on the floor.

“Uhh, where are w.w.we?” Jeremy said, his stomach tight with fear.

“Oh, just a place we can have a little privacy. Take off that sweater dear, I want to see you.”

Unable to resist, he took off his hoodie, blushing as she saw his changes.

“Mmmm, yes, you will be perfect.” She took out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling deeply. “Do you smoke, Jeremy?”

“No, Ma’am.”

She gave a sly grin. “All in good time.”

She stood close to him, breathing the cigarette smoke up into his face. “Now, you must have a few questions, yes?”

“Y.y.y.ess...”

“What are they, Jeremy?”

“W.w.what are you doing to me?”

She smiled. “Well, as you can see by your changed hair and eyebrows, I’m using magic to alter the illusion of your body.”

“W.w.why?”

She smiled softly. “I saw how you were looking at me, Jeremy. You didn’t think I would notice?”

Jeremy could feel his face suffuse with blood. “No.”

“Well, put your sweater back on. We wouldn’t want anyone to catch us like this, would we?”

He shivered “No!”

“Excellent, Jeremy. You really are a good boy, aren’t you?”

He didn’t know what to say to that, so he just stared at her as he put his shirt back on.

“Jeremy?”

“What?”

“Tell me you’re a good boy, now.”

“I.I.I’m a good...” he stammered. Why did she have such a hold on him? He needed to get out of here, get away from her. He fought for control over his emotions, but it was like she had wormed her way into his brain somehow.

“I’m waiting, Jeremy,” his teacher said.

Jeremy frowned, trying to control his thoughts, his emotions. He felt warmth again, but luckily it wasn’t tingling this time, just a warm glow like the color of the tip of her cigarette she drew from it.

“Boy,” Jeremy said. “I’m a good boy, Mrs. Manchester.”

She patted his cheek lightly. “Perfect. Now, I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

Confused, Jeremy looked down into her eyes. “What?”

“No one will be able to see the changes but you and I, Jeremy. It will be our little secret.”

He frowned. “But...”

“Over the next couple of days, you’ll find yourself changing, Jeremy. Sometimes big changes, sometimes little ones. You and I will be the only ones to see them. Do you understand?”

“B.b.but why are you doing this to me? I have to play in the big game tonight!”

“I just want you to feel a little of what it’s like to be me, Jeremy. When you get to the end, when you completely look like me, come and see me, and I’ll remove my little spell,  okay?”

“You’ll make it so I look like ‘me’ again?” Jeremy said.

“Of course, darling, that’s what I just said, isn’t it?”

Jeremy had a feeling that she wasn’t being completely honest with him. Trembling, he followed her back up the stairs.