Margaret let out a quiet sigh, relieved to finally be back home after a long day of teaching. Her work was trying both in teaching and coaching her students. It was not enough for her to simply educate them, but also to help correct their behaviors. Some of the students expressed annoyance about it, but everyone knew she was simply trying to help them.
No matter how bad things got, few students would dare to raise any protest to her. A stern look at her tired eyes was enough to fill most of them with disgrace. It was far easier to simply try to excuse themselves then deal with her gaze.
She remembered glancing out from the window to watch the students depart at the end of the day. There were big grins on their faces now that classes were done. She wondered how many of them would remember to finish up their homework before having fun.
She hoped that some would not live their life so recklessly.
But Margaret bitterly remembered how she was back then. Back when she was a young student brash and arrogant, that attitude brought her to a fateful encounter with a witch. Cursed by the witch, she bore the consequences of it still. Once she would angrily lashed against her fate, but now all she felt was quiet resignation.
Margaret accepted the curse as punishment for her past deed. Even if it left her world almost dreary she warily went along with it to carry out the compassion it provokes within her. Even after the countless kind deeds she been made to perform there did not seem any end in sight. Any gratification or thanks directed to her were brushed aside as being unnecessary. Though her actions might be look favorably by society, perhaps some part of a person inside of her had become numb from this curse.
Yet just when Margaret had come to accept the monotony of her life an unexpected occurrence changed everything. It stemmed from a student, Jeremy. This young man was troubled in a way unlike anyone else she encountered before and she felt the curse compelling her to help him. Something about his plight stirred emotions within her that she had thought long since deadened.
These feelings were not apparent at first. She helped him like she would any other, but soon found herself increasingly coming to his support again and again. This frequency raised concern in her and so she started to investigate more about him to understand the situation. What she found tore at her heart and she honestly found herself wanting to find some way to truly help and alleviate his suffering.
But again something unexpected happened because of it. Margaret did not understand why the curse acted the way it did that time. The curse did more than compel her to act to help others who are in need. It would also provide help in a way to fulfill it. Typically this would be something mundane, but when it came to Jeremy it did something much more.
Despite all her attempts, it was still never quite enough to alleviate his suffering. He needed something more, he needed someone more than just Margaret to support him. And what he needed was what the curse helped her provide for him.
Stopping by the mirror in her bedroom, Margaret took a moment to look at her reflection. The worn expressions of her face emphasis her age quite heavily. Her hair was graying and dull being kept in a loose pigtail to keep it from hanging loose. Looking at the reflection, it reminded what had started to happen to her in order to help Jeremy.
If Margaret the teacher could not help Jeremy, then the curse changed her into someone who could do it. Someone who could inspire and love him the way he desperately wanted, that person was called Melissa.
It was almost surreal for Margaret to believe she ever could transform into someone as youthful and stunning as Melissa who bore slight resemblance to Margaret in her youth. Melissa was something so much more. Not to mention, the feeling of heartfelt love for Jeremy in Melissa was something that did not mix well with Margaret.
A teacher should not bear such feelings for a student but since Melissa was not exactly Margaret, there no issue about it. Even if Margaret always felt slight trepidations about it not completely detached from those emotions. Still it made her happier to help Jeremy out, even if the method felt rather dubious and deceitful.
At the least, she put his wellbeing over her own reservations at the moment.
Still it was not like she felt nothing about it. The issue was more that Melissa felt so much more about everything than Margaret. Feelings were simply more vibrant and bolder when experience through Melissa. Not just the feelings of love, but the youthful energy awakened a boldness and confidence that was unlike Margaret.
It felt like she had tapped into something she once thought lost.
Shaking her head wearily, Margaret pushed such idle notions aside. She should not think too much about all this for herself. What was important was helping Jeremy, while Margaret and Melissa might differ on how they would like to help him. They were both in agreement to do whatever was possible to help.
Thinking about it, Margaret recalled she had not changed into Melissa in the last few days. Ever since the first time the change would come to Margaret when she felt Jeremy needed support. Thanks to Melissa’s appearance things have improved for Jeremy and the two shared quite an intimate relationship. The frequency of the changes had allowed Melissa to maintain frequent contact with Jeremy that Margaret had taken it for granted.
But now, she wondered if things had gotten to quiet. This was probably the longest that the two of them had not been in contact. She worried about how this might affect Jeremy.
Digging inside her purse, she pulled out the cellphone that she got for the express purpose to be used for Melissa. Now she could simply try sending him a message to assure him nothing was the matter for Melissa. But it just seemed so dishonest to her to do it as Margaret.
That and even if she could articulate the content of the message. She did not feel she could express it with the same confidence compare to Melissa. Trembling a bit at the situation, Margaret resolved herself to what had to be done. It was not like she necessarily had much plans for tonight, perhaps it will be better spent helping her fellow student out.
Her breathing quickened, while she cupped the phone with her trembling hands. It was a different experience for her when she tried to coax the change without an outside stimulus. Closing her eyes she concentrated her thoughts on Jeremy.
These thoughts were not simply about him. To coax out Melissa, Margaret had to focus harder than simply that. She had to think of him beyond simply a student or a young man needing him. But as someone that needed love. As someone part of her wished to love. The very concept filled her with both embarrassment and longing, but she strove to reach out to him.
For several long minutes there was only silence in the room while the teacher reached deep inside of herself. Her eyes suddenly opened to reveal a violet glow with her iris changing color to match the unearthly glow. A gasp escaped her parting lips Margaret could feel the transformation starting.
Her heartbeat quickened the blood pumping throughout the body as pain gripped her all over from the transformation. The once sagging breasts started to firm up and rise heralding the beginning of these changes. Margaret could feel the agony and discomfort as her body started to swell and reshape itself. Still she endured it, concentrating only grasping that longing feeling deep inside of herself that wanted to love.
The pale complexion of her skin quickly faded as they appeared more youthful, the shallows of her cheeks filled out. Steadily the signs of aging and weariness that marked her body were fading away from view. Once tired aches that bothered her were gone, though she still felt pain this was a different kind then before. But beyond the pain there was another budding sensation that was starting to spread outward.
She squirmed a bit at the start of the rush of youthful vitality that was starting to fill her. The weight of years was fading fast before the onslaught of this renewed vitality inside. Already her lithe form was starting to fill her outfit. The once loose garments started to stretch and mold around her shapelier figure that were swelling outward. Embarrassingly enough the front were showing how prominent her chest had risen as she felt her youth returning.
Still breathing heavily, Margaret felt her hair starting to change too. The once graying and faded strands were shifting much like the change her body was undergoing. Color returned back with a vibrant crimson spreading outward. The simple tie she had used to keep her hair together came undone as the hair spread fully out down her back.
Already her appearance now bore a remarkable resemblance to her youth, but Margaret was quite aware that Melissa had far more than simply that. Glancing at the hands that still grasp the phone, she watched as it appeared smaller by the second. It was not that device was shrinking, but her hands that held it were growing larger.
In fact, all of her body was increasing in size and shape. The pain that had come with the initial start of the transformation was gradually fading away. It was instead replaced with a bold vigor that made her unknowingly smile at the sight of her growing form. Despite the discomfort as the clothing bit into her body before they started to tear apart, she could not help but marvel at the strength that was filling her.
As the sleeves and leggings tore open, they revealed the musculature that swelled outward to compliment her shapely form. While Margaret would normally be embarrassed at the display, the infectious boldness that was filling her head only made her eager for more. She happily flexed as her growing stature caused her clothing to tear apart at the seams to reveal her magnificent form beneath.
Even as the majority of her clothing came apart, her modesty was still intact courtesy of some sport top and shorts that she wore beneath. While these pieces did cling quite snuggly onto her ripped form, it was only mild discomfort for her. Instead her mind was now filled with intoxicating thoughts about Jeremy. Her heart beat stringing in her chest, which had swelled outward considerably then before.
Brushing some loose strands of hair back, Melissa could only let out a hearty chuckle at afterglow of the transformation. She felt great and eager to share some of this feeling with Jeremy while looking at the phone. Before she messaged him, Melissa figured it be a treat for him to have some nice selfie pictures of her to keep him company when she’s not around. She was sure any young man would enjoy a treat like that.