Ingrid yawned.  The 18-year-old high school senior was, like most of her classmates, very ready for this last month of school to be over.  Every day seemed to be getting longer the closer they got to the end.  

She was in her first-period US History class, seated in her usual seat in the very back – the last thing she wanted was to draw attention or be called on.  Her black outfit and boots matched her raven hair; most of her classmates considered her a goth, but she was more of a loner.  Most of the time in school she was extremely bored, and especially in this class, and by this teacher.

Miss Denise, the US History teacher, was probably the most popular teacher in the school.  She was young and attractive, so all of the boys liked her, as well as the popular girls.  Ingrid, however, couldn’t stand her.  In her opinion, she gained absolutely nothing during the ninety minutes she was stuck there every other day – the tests were taken straight out of the textbook, which Denise expected the students to spend class time reading.  Ingrid was reading, all right, but not her history book.  That was another reason to sit in the back; she could hopefully read her own, much more informative books without the teacher noticing.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t to be the case today.  She was so absorbed in her book that she didn’t notice the teacher approaching her desk until it was too late.

“Miss Watson.  Is there a reason you’re not reading chapter 47 of MY book like the rest of the class?” 

Ingrid glanced up nonchalantly at the second-year teacher in her pretty pink blouse.  “Already read it,” she muttered, which was a lie – she always waited until the night before to read whatever chapters the test would be on.

Denise snatched the book off the student’s desk before Ingrid could react.  “Hogwarts Spellbook.  Really.  This class is about learning REAL history, not about ridiculous fantasy!”

“Actually-”

“Don’t care.  You can get it back from me after class, if I feel like it.” And Denise turned on her four-inch heels and started back to the front of the class with the book in her hand.

“Bitch,” Ingrid mumbled, just loud enough for Denise to hear.

“What was that?” Denise stopped and turned to face her again.  “I think you have earned after-school detention today, young lady.  And I’ll be keeping this for the rest of the school year.”

The rest of the class was silent, watching the exchange, shocked at Ingrid’s behavior.

“You heard me, BITCH. Keep my book, read it if you want – you’ll learn a lot more than I have in this stupid class all year.”

The class gasped in shock.

“You just earned a trip to the principal’s office.  Now.” She pointed to the door, her face flushed with anger.  Ingrid huffed, grabbed her backpack and headed to the door that Denise had went and opened.  As Ingrid reached the door, Denise stopped her and whispered, “You might have all A’s but if your attitude doesn’t change by this afternoon, I’ll fail you.  I’ll make you come back here next year whether you like it or not.  Nobody calls me a bitch and gets away with it.  Got it, missy?”

Ingrid just ignored her and headed to the office.  This wasn’t the first run in she had had with Denise; it was hard to respect someone like her, someone who had obviously gotten where she was on looks alone.  There was a rumor around the school that Denise got her job ahead of more qualified applicants because the principal, a lecherous old man, wanted some eye candy in the faculty.  And most of the students couldn’t care less if the rumor was true or not – her classes filled up quickly and most of her students got easy A’s.

As she sat in the office, waiting for the principal to call her in, Ingrid checked her backpack to make sure her wand was in there.  What nobody else at the school knew was that Ingrid was a real practicing witch, and the spells in the book weren’t fantasy – they were all too real.  She had been ready to accept the ridiculous detention, until Denise made her threat.  There was NO way she was going to spend another year at this miserable school.  She started formulating a plan as she sat there; she had to hope that it would be just her and the bitch of a teacher in detention, and she was going to erase her problem for good.

 

The final bell rang, and while everyone else was heading home, Ingrid was heading back to her History classroom.  The talk with the principal had only strengthened Ingrid’s resolve for what she was going to do; he completely took the teacher’s side and chastised Ingrid severely for her language, along with the usual banal bit about ‘you’re a bright girl, I expect better from you’.  As she walked in and saw Denise standing by the chalkboard in her tight pink top, knee-length black skirt with a slit up the side, and high heels, she knew the rumor was probably true.  

She thought about how she had tried to get the other US History teacher, an older man who wasn’t as popular but was much more respected as a teacher, but a computer glitch had landed her in ‘Playmate of the Month’s’ class instead.  And now she was finally at her breaking point – enough was enough!

“Ah, I see you finally decided to show up,” Denise barked.  She had a piece of chalk in her hand.  And there wasn’t any other students but her.

“Yeah, well, what choice did I have?” Ingrid scowled.  She bit her tongue before adding the word ‘bitch’ again.  “So what do I do, just sit here for the next hour or so staring at the walls?”

“You get your goth ass up here to the chalkboard and start writing.  A hundred times, ‘I will not read other books in class.’  That’s for starters.”

Ingrid sighed, slipped her wand down the long side pocket of her black jeans, and strolled up to the chalkboard.  She held her hand out, and Denise dropped the chalk into it.  “A hundred times?”  Ingrid was a tiny sprite of a girl, barely 5 feet tall and 90 pounds.  “I can barely reach halfway up the chalkboard, how am I going to do that?”

“Write small.”  Denise turned back to her desk just as the phone in her purse started buzzing.  She took it out and looked at the text.  “Great, I gotta go to the office and sign a paper.  Get writing and don’t get any cute ideas about trying to leave – I’ll be right back.”

Ingrid smiled as she watched Denise leave.  She had a friend who helped out in the office after school, someone who hated Denise as much as she did and was only too willing to help, to send the phony text.  She knew she only had a few minutes; the first thing was to get her spellbook back.  She tried the large desk drawer, but it was locked.  She pulled out her wand and waved it at the locked desk drawer.  “Alohomora!”  

She tried the drawer again and this time it opened quite easily.  She removed the book, closed the drawer, and quickly started rifling through the pages, earmarking several of them.  Then she flipped to the back cover; on its inside was a small pocket containing several magical charms.  She reached in and removed two of them.  One she slipped into her pocket; the other one she placed against the piece of white chalk Denise had given her.  After a few seconds, the chalk began to glow bright yellow at one end.  She held the charm in place until the entire piece of chalk was glowing, then put the charm back inside the book and slipped the chalk into one of her other pockets.

She heard Denise’s heels clicking on the floor and knew she had only seconds left; she quickly flipped to one of the pages she had marked and leaned against the teacher’s desk, unable to stifle a wicked grin as Denise walked through the door.

“I thought I told you to get writing.  You’re going to be here all night, because you’re not leaving until you’re done – and WHAT are you doing with that book? I know I locked that drawer…are you a lock picking little thief too?”

Ingrid said nothing; instead, she raised her wand and pointed it straight at Denise’s forehead.  

The teacher laughed. “Wow, you really need to get a life girl.  I mean, first the book and now a toy wand?  That is SO lame.”

“Stupefy!”

A jet of red light suddenly shot out of the end of the wand and struck the arrogant Denise right between her eyes.  She staggered back, her eyes rolling back and her arms going limp, and then, without warning, collapsed in a heap on the floor.

“I have a life, bitch,” Ingrid cackled as she walked over to the inert body of Denise and checked her over.  She was breathing gently, but completely out; Ingrid knew from experience that it would only last a few minutes.  She went back to her spellbook and flipped to the next marked page.

She aimed her wand at Denise’s still body.  “Mobilicorpus!”

As she lifted her wand, Denise began to levitate off of the floor.  Slowly, Ingrid moved her wand up and then over towards the chalkboard, guiding her unconscious teacher’s body until it was up against the green surface.  Denise’s head was hanging down and her eyes remained closed, her breathing shallow and regular.

Ingrid flipped to yet another page and raised her wand towards Denise.  “Petrificus Totalus!”

Denise’s head came up, even as her eyes remained shut; an unseen force was holding her entire body flush against the chalkboard.  Ingrid grinned as she placed the wand next to the spellbook, and walked over to the chalkboard.  She looked up and realized she was going to need to be up higher, so she pulled the chair out from behind Denise’s desk and positioned it in front of the chalkboard, locking the casters first so the chair wouldn’t roll and then stepping up onto it.

She was practically eye-to-eye, just a foot or so away, as Denise’s eyes began to flutter open. “What happened…YOU!” she snarled.  “What did you do? Why can’t I move?”

“You fucked with the wrong girl, BITCH.  I was going to tell you this morning that the spells were real until you rudely cut me off.  Then you had the nerve to threaten me with failing this pathetic class? You really, really shouldn’t have done that.”

“You are in SO much trouble missy! I am a teacher and I demand respect! How stupid are you to pull a stunt like this so close to graduation anyway? I guarantee you this is your last day as a student at this school!”

Ingrid chuckled.

“From where I stand, the only one in trouble here is you.”  She pulled the charm out of her pocket and held it up in front of Denise’s eyes.

“What is that supposed to be?”

“The spell that is holding you in place against the blackboard is only temporary and is about to wear off.  This little charm though, spoken with the right incantation, will make it permanent.” Ingrid pressed the quarter-sized object against the struggling teacher’s upper chest and spoke a few words.  “There.  You’re not going anywhere.  Missy.”

“I don’t know how you’re doing this, but you’re still not going to get away with it!  Either tonight or in the morning someone will come in here and see me and I’ll tell them exactly what you’ve done!” Denise continued to struggle but it was like she had been somehow superglued to the chalkboard.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” Ingrid smiled as she ran her hand through Denise’s beautiful brown hair.  “I’m not finished with the magic.”

“You’re not?” Denise had a confused look on her face.  Suddenly she didn’t seem so uppity, so arrogant.

“No, there’s one more thing I have to do.” Ingrid climbed down from the chair and went over to Denise’s desk, opening the shallow top drawer and removing a pair of metal scissors.  Then she returned, stepping back up on the chair, her eyes inches away from her perplexed teacher’s, seemingly enjoying the change in her demeanor.

“What are you going to do with those? Please don’t hurt me…”

“What’s wrong, Denise? Not so haughty now are you? Are you scared? Wishing you had been a little nicer to me now?” She opened the scissors and placed the blade over the top of her blouse, between her large breasts.  Then she began cutting straight down the front; a minute later the blouse was cut in two.  Two more cuts at the shoulders and then with her free hand, Ingrid pulled the material completely away from Denise’s torso, tossing it aside.

“You just ruined one of my favorite tops!” Denise cried out.  She was breathing hard, a thin pink bra the only thing now covering her chest.  “Why did you do that? Are you going to take pictures, blackmail me? Is that what this is about?”

“Really, you’re worried about a shirt right now?” Ingrid laughed.  “And no, I wasn’t going to take pictures, although that’s not a bad idea, thank you for giving it to me.”  She reached in her backpack and pulled out her cell phone, snapping a photo.  “For historical reference.  Oh, the irony.”  She placed the scissors against Denise’s skin, just above her skirt, watching her helpless teacher shudder.  “You might be wondering why your blouse didn’t stay stuck to the chalkboard…the spells don’t work on clothes.  Just organic objects…like you.”

“Please…I’ll do anything…just please let me go,” Denise pleaded.  She was trembling all over now, there were goosebumps all over her bare arms and chest.  “Please…”

Ingrid didn’t reply as she cut through the skirt down to the slit, and it, too, came easily away, revealing a pretty pair of bikini cut panties that perfectly matched the bra.

“Another photo.” She clicked the camera button on her phone and then slid it back into her pocket.  “Let me guess – Victoria’s Secret?”

“Yes!” Denise exclaimed, “Do you shop there too?” For a moment she forgot her predicament.

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t be caught dead in there.  As a matter of fact, I’ll take a bit of pleasure in cutting up some of their trashy underwear.”  She slid the scissors between the bra cups and held them there for a minute, as Denise shuddered, her chest rising and falling as her panic increased.  Then she snipped and the cups fell away; two more cuts and the straps were gone too.

“Well, now I can see both reasons you got hired.” She took her phone back out and snapped a few more photos.

“What are you…talking about?” Denise trembled.  “What are you going to do with the photos?”

“You should be much more concerned with what’s going to happen to YOU.  And everyone in the school knows you didn’t get hired for anything in here,” Ingrid added as she stroked Denise’s forehead.  “Principal Pervert took one look at you and saw eye candy, nothing else.  You don’t deserve to be a teacher – why aren’t you off somewhere doing porn or something you’re actually good at?”

Denise’s face was flushed; she looked totally defeated.  “You want me to quit…I’ll quit…I’ll do anything…just please take this charm off me…”

Two more cuts and the only things left on Denise were her black pumps.  Ingrid crouched down and looked at what lay between her immobile teacher’s legs before snapping more photos.  “I could probably sell these photos to a magazine, make pretty good money, if I cared about that sort of thing.”  She traced the scissors around Denise’s completely bare mound, enjoying the startled gasps and whimpers they elicited.

“My my, I think you’re enjoying this.  I better stop.”  Ingrid tossed the scissors aside and got down to where she could unfasten the straps on Denise’s shoes.  “How much did these ridiculous things cost, how can you even walk in them? What a waste.”

“Please…Ingrid…I’m so humiliated…so embarrassed…I was wrong, so wrong, I should have never treated you the way I did, just please let me go and you’ll never have to see me again…!”

Ingrid was standing on the chair again as she reached into her pocket and pulled out the glowing chalk.

“You’re right. I will never have to see you again.  That’s what this is for.  The final piece of my magic.”

“Why is it glowing like that? What are you going to do?” Denise’s voice was high-pitched; she sounded like a frightened, terrified little girl now, nothing like the bossy, authoritative teacher she was before.

“Magic chalk.  I’m going to draw an outline all around your body.  I suck at art so it might be a really bad chalk drawing – but that’s not the point.  Once I complete the outline, the magical effects will begin.”

“What magical effects?” Denise breathed, her eyes wide in a full-blown panic.

“You won’t just be permanently attached to the chalkboard…you’re going to turn into the chalk drawing I am about to trace.  Your physical characteristics will all become part of the drawing.  As for your mind, I don’t know – you might still be aware.  I kinda hope you are.”

“No…please…you can’t be serious…that can’t be possible!  You really are a witch…oh my god…”

“That’s right.  I am a witch.  And a really good one, too.” She started down around Denise’s left foot and started tracing around it with the chalk; as she did, Denise felt a strange tingling sensation there.  The tingle went up her left leg as Ingrid slowly moved the chalk upwards.

“Ohh…I’m tingling…what’s happening to me…”

“I already told you that, bimbo.  I’m turning you into a chalk drawing.”  Ingrid kept going, up Denise’s left side, then around her left arm and hand.  Now Denise’s entire left side was tingling as the chalk traced around her shoulder, neck, and hair.

“Ooooh…my head,” Denise moaned as Ingrid drew a chalk line around the outside of her head and down to her right shoulder.  “I feel so strange…”

Ingrid didn’t reply as she continued drawing, going around Denise’s right arm and then down her side, down her right leg and around her right foot.  Then she started sliding the chalk up between the helpless teacher’s legs.

As she got to the top, Denise’s breathing became more labored and she started to moan louder.  “Ohhhh…goddd…”

Ingrid held the chalk there for a moment.  “You should be thanking me.  I could have chosen a lot more painful and torturous spells than this one.  But I really don’t want you to enjoy this TOO much.”  She continued drawing down the inside of Denise’s left leg until she arrived at the place she started.  

“The whole outside of my body is tingling,” Denise breathed.  “I’ve never felt anything like this before…”

Ingrid grinned as she retrieved her phone and took a picture, then turned it around so Denise could see.

“Oh my god, that’s me, you drew all around me…but I haven’t changed?”  Her face brightened a bit.  “It didn’t work did it?  I knew it was impossible!”

“Oh, I’m not QUITE done.  I just traced the outside.  The spell isn’t complete until I trace the inside, the details.”  She placed the chalk on Denise’s cheek, enjoying the fear in her prey’s trembling face.  Then she drew around each of Denise’s eyes, around her nose, and then her mouth.  “My chalk drawing still gets to have a face – otherwise nobody would ever believe it’s really you.”

Now Denise’s entire face was tingling in the same way that the rest of her was.  Ingrid laughed at the combination of emotions visible in Denise’s face: shock, terror, confusion, and helplessness.  She lowered her chalk and began tracing around the base of Denise’s breasts.  Once she had finished the two large circles, she traced carefully around each areolae and then each nipple; as she finished, the tingling caused Denise’s nipples to become stiff and distended.

“Almost done, just one more spot,” Ingrid chuckled.  “Any last words before you become a ‘chalk girl’?”  She touched the chalk just above Denise’s swollen mound and held it there.

“Ohhh…please…” Denise moaned, “trace it…trace it…”

“Well, isn’t that interesting? I suppose since you’re asking me, begging me, I should do what you say, right, teacher?” And without another word she traced the chalk around Denise’s already tingling labia.  As she connected the last line, Denise’s entire body began to glow yellow, just like the chalk.  Ingrid quickly grabbed her phone and set it to video – she wanted to capture this transformation in its entirety.

The tingling in Denise’s body suddenly multiplied times ten.  Her eyes were as wide as saucers, her mouth was open in a shocked “O”, and her body shook as a powerful orgasm, triggered by the tracing of the chalk, overwhelmed her.  The tingling slowly subsided, and as it did, Denise could feel her body change, become far lighter, and for the most part, disappear.  She indeed was aware of every single thing that was happening to her; she could still see, and feel, but it was different – it was like she was outside of herself.

She could see Ingrid, a few feet away, camera phone in hand, a huge grin on her face.  And then, the tingling stopped, and she knew somehow it was over.

“Perfect,” Ingrid spoke, and Denise could hear her.  Ingrid snapped a still photo, then turned it around so Denise could see her ‘new’ self.

“Oh my god I’m nothing but chalk!” Denise gasped.  “I can still talk though? And see, and hear?”

“Well you do have a mouth, and eyes, and ears, silly chalk-girl.” Ingrid stepped down from the chair, and when she came back she had an eraser in her hand, holding it in front of Denise’s terrified eyes.  “But if I were to erase them…” And she moved it closer.

“No…please…don’t erase me,” Denise begged.  “Is this…permanent?”

“Well, maybe, maybe not.”

“What do you mean? It is or it isn’t!”

“Well the spell itself will wear off in about 24 hours, maybe less.  But any part of you that gets erased before then will be gone forever.”  She waved the eraser back and forth teasingly.  “I could end the suspense right now if you want and erase you completely.”

“No!” Denise gasped.  “Please don’t do that!”

“I’ve gotten my revenge.  So I am going to leave the rest up to fate.  Rest assured though, even if you manage to survive, your days as a teacher are over.  The pictures I took will make sure of that…your idea, as I remember!  You’ll find something else though - of that I have no doubt.”

“So that’s it? You’re just going to leave me here like this?”

“Hmm. Good point.  You just gave me another idea.”  Ingrid looked up and saw a string that was hanging just above her from the ceiling.  She dug through the teacher’s desk until she found another piece, tied it around the eraser, and then tied the other end to the string coming down from the ceiling.  The eraser dangled just a few inches in front of Denise’s face.

“Let’s hope nobody opens a window and the wind blows in here – you could lose an eye!” Ingrid laughed, as she packed up her stuff, turned out the lights, and headed home, a satisfied smile on her face, all of the boredom and misery of the school year forgotten.

 

THE END…for now…

 

 

 

Thanks to J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series for the following spells used in this story:

Alohomora

Pronunciation: ə-LOH-hə-MOHR-ə

Description: Used to open and/or unlock doors, but doors can be bewitched so that this spell has no effect.

Mobilicorpus

Pronunciation: MOH-bil-ee-KOR-pəs

Description: Lifts a body a few inches off the ground and levitates it where the caster points his or her wand.

(Permanent Sticking Charm)

Description: Makes objects permanently stay in place.

Petrificus Totalus (Body-Bind Curse)

Pronunciation: pe-TRIF-i-kəs toh-TAL-əs

Description: Used to temporarily bind the victim's body in a position much like that of a soldier at attention; this spell does not restrict breathing or seeing, and the victim will usually fall to the ground.

Stupefy (Stunning Spell, Stupefying Charm, Stunner)

Pronunciation: STEW-pi-fy

Description: Puts the victim in an unconscious state. Manifests as a jet of red light.