Chapter 1
Mrs. Williams walked into her classroom. Already her class was waiting for her. She smiled at them, but they mostly ignored her; texting under their desks, chatting with each other, playing on their iPod touches. "Ahem, class." She said to them. It was the first day of the year, and already she could tell the senior class was ready to be done with high school. "Alright class, my name is Mrs. Williams and welcome to health education." She smiled at them.
Mrs. Williams was in her mid thirties. She was rather plain looking with long straight brown hair that she always kept in a bun. She wore a set of thin square glasses that covered up her dark brown eyes. She was average weight, not fat, but not model skinny. She also has almost no ass and bust. She usually wore coats or professional looking attire, nothing flashy at all, and her skirts always went past her knees, her neckline never low. Her face was pretty, but she wore almost no make-up and she had slight wrinkles on either side of her eyes, smile lines around her mouth and some lines on her forehead.
One of the boys actually paid her attention. He had dark hair and matching eyes, and was broad shouldered and handsome. His skin was pale and his hair shaved short. He was wearing a stylish red shirt, jeans and matching red Vans. She saw him smile at her as if to continue with her lesson. She would make note to learn his name, it was always nice to have an attentive student in class.
When the bell run John grabbed his stuff and headed out of class. He put in his headphones as he walked down the hall thinking about his new health teacher, Mrs. Williams. He'd heard that her husband had died earlier that year in a car accident. It was pretty tragic. Sure she was very plain, but beneath that she was actually attractive, and John liked the sound of her voice. Perhaps she'd be a good candidate for his new project.
An hour later John slipped in front of his computer as he began working on the program. It was a special program he'd designed. It was a brainwashing program. He continued to type in subliminal messages and commands. The program was designed to make certain people fall into a trance. Depending on what name he put into the program, it would subliminally say their name and put them into a trance. If he watched it wouldn't affect him at all. Using the program he crafted his first video. He'd reveal a series of videos to Mrs. Williams over time, and watch as she changed.
It would take time, but he knew it would work. She was the perfect test-subject. He'd first get Mrs. Williams on his good side, make sure she liked him as a student. Then he'd approach her after-school telling her he'd found a cool educational health video on YouTube. He'd then play the first video for her. The program was designed that once the brainwashing part ended she'd have no recollection of watching the video. Once she snapped out of her trance, the actual educational video would begin to play. It was fool-proof.
Three weeks passed and John already knew that Mrs. Williams adored him. He turned in his assignments on time every day, participated in every class discussion, and took lead in the projects. He even brought her an apple after school once or twice, cliché as it seemed. His friends made fun of him; usually John was quiet in school, cracking jokes when he did talk and pretty much doing his own thing. They called him teacher's pet, and kiss ass. If only they knew what he was planning?
That day John waited in class after the bell rang. Once the other student's had filled out he stayed at his desk. Soon the classroom was empty. Mrs. Williams was busy grading papers. John grabbed his laptop out of his backpack and walked up to her desk. She looked up and gave him a warm smile, he noted the slight imperfections of her teeth; a few were crooked. "Come to give me another apple?" she asked. "I do thoroughly enjoy them, quite extensively actually." There was that vocabulary again, she always talked like that. She was smart, too smart.
John motioned to his computer. "Actually," he said. "I found this neat educational health video on YouTube and thought you might like to see it," he said giving her a smile.
"Why not, I don't think more knowledge would injure my career." She smiled.
John nodded and placed his laptop on her desk with the page already open. He stood by her and then leaned over and pressed the play button. Instantly the screen began to flash several colors, white, green, pink, bright blue. Mrs. William's eyes seemed glued to the screen.
It was as if she'd frozen, her mouth was slightly open as if she was about to say something. Her eyes looked glazed over and lifeless as she watched the screen never blinking. John grinned and walked over to her class-room door before locking it and turning out the light so people would think she went home early.
He returned to the desk and waited as the video played. Words like, platinum blonde, bimbo, fake, surgery, sex, style all flashed across the screen; followed by the words Botox in bright letters. He then saw his name flash across the screen. John; is sexually attractive. It flashed several times. You want him. He smiled this was almost too easy. He noted the dribble of drool slip past her thin lips as she watched the video.
He knew it was almost completed. He moved back to where he'd been standing before as the brain-washing part ended and the education video began. Mrs. Williams blinked several times. She began to watch the video, "This seems like a good find," she said. If only she knew. When the video was done John smiled and grabbed his laptop.
"See you tomorrow Mrs. Williams!" he said. "Bye John, I can't wait! I mean see you tomorrow for your next lesson." She said, he noticed her blush at her mistake. So it was working indeed. John headed home on his bike. He'd show her the next video a few days later. Not only would the videos slowly program her, but they also drained her intelligence. Soon her IQ would be almost half what it was now, and maybe he'd drop it even lower. Yes John was going to turn his plain, intelligent health teacher into a bimbo.
The next day John walked into class and looked at Mrs. Williams. The first thing he noticed was how suddenly smooth her face looked. All her wrinkles had vanished, and her face seemed to have an almost frozen look to it. Her skin seemed to reflect the light a bit more then natural. So she'd followed his instructions, she'd gotten injected. He also noted that her hair was down today, and not only that but she'd dyed it: and platinum blonde too. "You're hair looks great Mrs. Williams, you look so much younger!" Said an attractive prep girl named Ashley, who had the same shade of dyed hair.
