TRANSFORMATIONS 

                     by 

                Joe Whatever



When I met with Helen at the mall,
She didn't seem to care at all
That I was 29, her former teacher.
Nothing I could say could reach her....

They scrubbed my nails and then my face
That hair salon scrubbed every place.
I begged and pleaded...no one cared.
"Pigtails first, then wax her bare!"

The uniform was quite a buy:
White panties, blouse, t-shirt, blue tie,
A matching cap upon my head,
And a skirt so short I blushed beet red!

"A changing room?"  "Oh, don't be shy!
"No one's watching," the sales clerk lied.
"Please...oh please...no more!"
Soon every stitch was on the floor.

High heels were then the next to go
Teenaged now, from head to toe.
The black and shiny Mary Janes
Further shrank my tiny frame.

Helen boxed up everything,
ID and cash and clothes and rings.
And then (this was the final topper)
She locked it all up in a locker.

She'd stripped me of my fancy clothes,
My heels, my dress, my shoes, my hose.
Penniless!  Without ID,
As helpless as a girl could be.

"You'll live at MY house, little one.
You will obey...it won't be fun.
I 'preciate your frank confession,
But it's high time you learned your lesson.

I knew that it was now or never,
She'd put me back in school forever.
But should I dare to take a stand
With that hairbrush there in her hand?

I told myself that out in public
She wouldn't dare to broach THAT subject.
We were standing in the mall,
Plainly visible to all.

"She's 19 now, but I'm still older,"
a rationale that made me bolder.
"I'm still the teacher," I quickly huffed,
"You won't spank me, it's just bluff."

Skirt up!  Drawers down!  And over her knee!
My bottom bared for all to see!
She spanked me hard and fast and firm.
I sobbed and kicked and screamed and squirmed.

The sounds of laughter, cheers, applause.
The crowd did not take up my cause.
There seemed to be a strange delight
In watching Helen set me right.

They didn't see my PhD.
They only saw the brat in me.
Stripped of my power and my riches,
A snotty teen spanked sans her britches.

And when you kick your legs, you know
The fellas all get quite a show!
Soon the whole crowd got to see
All there was to see of me.

"Please stop!" I cried.  "I will be good."
She answered with the crack of wood.
She loved the power, the thrill, the rush
Of humbling me with hand and brush.

She left my panties on the floor
And walked me slowly towards the door.
A gust of wind...my skirt...the cheers,
The sound of laughter burned my ears.

The transformation was so fast,
My adulthood now seemed distant past.
Perhaps it was a tad imprudent
To bare my soul to a former student.



Edited by C. Lakewood