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Having spent the majority of her day teaching with barely reprieve, Mrs. McGuire almost forgot to check on her. Being there since six in the morning she had other things to worry about, her pantyhose not among them. Still, she wanted to see how this punishment was going along.

For the most part, she would hand out detentions, suspensions, referrals, or calls home if any of her students were behaving badly. This time though, was a special case. Partly because this was the first time she tried this method and who she was doing it to.

Ever since working here, her high school had been one of the worst in the district. It seemed like every student there was just a bad kid chief among them being Kylie. For the past four years, she had been a giant troublemaker. 

Pretty much anything bad that happened at the school could be blamed on her. By now she should’ve been expelled but thanks to her rich parents helping to fund the school, they could do nothing to her. 

Still, it was the end of her senior year and you’d think she’d have mellowed out, which she hadn’t. Since getting her in one of her hours she had been a constant thorn in her side, which was why she chose her to try this punishment on.

In all regards, it was pretty simple. All that this entailed was Kylie being transformed into a pair of her pantyhose and being worn for the day, but the impact lay in how she would treat her. From the moment she would transform she would treat her like nothing but clothing.

Right now, all she viewed her as was her comfortable pair of tights. Thanks to that she had nearly forgotten to check on her. It was only during her sixth hour, her prep hour, that she checked to see how she was doing. 

Being a decently advanced witch, she had mastered the art of making a secret mental connection to people, due to this Kylie didn’t notice when Mrs. McGuire began listening to her thoughts. The sound of which brought joy to her.

She was freaking out, complained about all the tastes, smells, and feelings. The sweat on her legs or her feet, the acrid smells from the parts stuck in her heels, or the embarrassed feeling she had thanks to being so close to her teacher’s nether regions.

This was exactly how she hoped she would react. Now she only needed to do two things. First, she had to taunt her that this was to be her new form, now all that she would be in life was an underpaid teacher’s hosiery.

Obviously, she wouldn’t keep her but the threat would go a long way. She wouldn’t tell her now but as she took her off tonight. Right now though she could do the second thing. Dangling one of her heels she grabbed a bit of Kylie’s form.

Pulling it she heard the adult senior mentally scream, terrified she would be ripped or given a run. Holding her like this for a  few seconds she let go, rocketing that part of her form into the heel of her foot.

This whole punishment was perfect, soon enough she would no longer have any problems with Kylie. If she did, then back in the hosiery drawer she’d go. With how well this was working she was given reason enough to use this on other troublesome students.

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