Warning: this story is...very strongly questionable with it’s ethics in a way I feel worth bringing up at the front, while it doesn’t do anything out of the ordinary some of the words I choose to implement in the narration may make one squeamish. -- Andrew flaunted around in front of the classroom mirror, luxuriating in the pleasure of his curvy body. The look of his tits, the softness of his skin, and the mischievous smile. He was addicted. And he loved it. And it terrified him sometimes. He was acutely aware of the reality of his situation; he was being groomed. Mrs. Olivia had turned him into her assistant teacher, Ms. Amanda Kirkwood, to eventually replace her as the bitchy self-serving teacher at his high school. Eventually, this was going to be permanent. And it thrilled him and horrified him. And yet his body still buzzed with arousal as he felt the limitless potential in being Amanda. The first time he’d felt the spell imposed on his young form it had been painful and horrif