Carson and I walked quickly from the gym, his pink tutu providing me with infinite laughs as he looked at me like I was crazy. I stared down at my phone for a minute trying to check my schedule, and once again Mr. Rim caught me in the act.
     "Mr. Hillier? Haven't learned your lesson from last time?" Mr Rim called and I stopped in my tracks.
     "I think it's you who hasn't learned his lesson!" I yelled. Earning a glare in return. He started towards me down the hallway, and I quickly pressed the button on my watch. He stopped mid step, scowl still present on his face. I walked over to him slowly staring at him from all sides wondering what I might do to him. What would be a fitting punishment for such a dignified man, and then it hit me, I would take the prideful man back a few steps on the evolution poster. I looked at the nasty mans face. He had a wide nose, and his ears were slightly too large. Not to mention his arms were just a little too long. He even sort of looked like a chimp.
     "Chimps don't wear clothing." I taunted. He obviously couldn't respond to me, but I could picture what he would have said. I slowly began unbottoning his shirt, then I tossed it to the side, undoing his belt, and pulling down his pants. Mr. Rim was a tall man, and he had done time in the army, so I not entirely surprised when I removed his shirt to see a body that showed time at the gym. I chuckled, it was weird to picture my teacher working out at the gym, but no weirder than picturing him acting like a chimp. I leaned up to whisper in his ear so everyone around me wouldn't think the command was for them.
     "You are now going to think you are a chimpanzee. Everyday the moment you walk into the school building you will throw off all your clothes and start acting like a chimpanzee, then at the end of the day you will grab your clothes and realize exactly what you're doing the moment you step out of the door." Then I walked back to where I was standing and pressed play.  Mr. Rim pushed air into his upper lip, and began making monkey noises as he jumped around naked in the hallway, which erupted into laughter. Serves him right. I thought to myself.
     "Is it just me or has weird stuff like this been happening all week?" Carson asked.
     "It's just you." I lied, and he shrugged his shoulders. Walking down the hallway I saw another sight that brought a smile to my face. The jock from the locker room was standing with a goofy grin on his face, and his arm around the nerd.
     "Well would you look at that?" Carson said in awe as the nerd explained how they had become a couple. It made me smile, as something I had done had actually been good. The day was long, but I was looking forward to swim after. We always had a shit coach, and I was hoping to fix things once and for all. Carson and I walked to the locker room where coach had an office.

     "What are we doing here? Practice isn't for hours." Carson remarked, shifting his bag from shoulder to shoulder.

     "I know. I just wanted to pay Coach Jack a little visit."

     "Whatever man, I'm going to class, not gonna invoke his rage for no reason."Carson shrugged and started back down the hallway. My confidence in my powers was increasing, but Coach Jack still scared me quite a bit.

     "Mr. Hillier? To what do I owe the pleasure?" Coach Jack snorted, "Want the day off or something." I didn't let him finish before I paused him, with his mouth open halfway through a sentence. I knew he wasn't faking, because the clock on his wall stopped ticking too. Coach Jack was embittered with athletes. As far as we knew he had been the school's star swimmer years ago before choking last minute, and made it his mission to crush the dreams of young swimmers. I moved to the side to see him from a better angle. He had the defined jaw of someone who would have been very attractive as a teen, and I could see that he was from a picture on his desk. He had a stubbly beard and scruffy blonde hair which he hid under a red coaches hat. He had a whistle wrapped around his neck over his white sports polo, and brown shorts. Usually he wore plain sneakers, but today he had a pair of black flip flops, in observance of our practice, I was sure he had swim trunks somewhere too. He was a few pounds over the "swimmers bod" archetype and had a more traditional dad bod that reflected his time outside the pool.

     "Coach Jack. Nod if you can hear me." Suddenly the frozen man nodded. I smirked to myself, usually they didn't move in this state, but it seemed they could if I suggested it. "Good. From now on you'll call me master, not Mr. Hillier, is that clear?"

     "Yes master." He responded in a monotone voice that made me grin in my power trip.

    "When I unfreeze you, you are going to respond to a new trigger. When I say the name 'Chad' you are going to revert back to the teenage boy you were in high school. You are going to be a goofy, fun-loving, party animal, that just wants to get drunk and have sex with anything that moves. You will also follow all of my orders without a second thought as Chad, do you understand?"

     "Yes master."

     "In that phase you will call everyone, including me, around you 'bro." I instructed, "Now when I say 'Coach' you will revert back to your regular self." I was excited to have practice with Chad, whom I was sure would be a lot more fun, but in the moment I was distracted by his pecs which poked slightly out of his shirt. "Take off your shirt."

     "Yes Master." Coach Jack immediately stood up and removed his polo revealing a white wife beater beneath. 

     "Now the rest of your clothes." I whispered. He complied taking off his undershirt, and his shorts. I suppressed a giggle when I realized he was wearing a team red speedo for underwear, but was happy with his swimmer's lack of body hair. After a moments hesitation he pulled his speedo off as well, and his endowment was ...impressive. He'd left his hat, whistle, and flip flops on, but I left them because it was sort of cute, "Now follow me." I instructed. The two of us passed students with books half way out of bags, and water almost in their mouth, until we made our way over to the school pool. The water was frozen with the time, and refused to move at all. I looked to coach Jack for a minute before cementing what I planned to do. From experience I knew that if I lifted him in the air he would remain suspended like an astronaut until time restarted, so with some difficulty I picked up the big lug, and pushed his naked body into the air over the pool. When time started it would look like the grumpy coach had decided to go for a quick skinny dip, and he'd have to walk back to his office nude and dripping wet.

     I pressed play on the watch and the familiar 'wush' surrounded me. After a few seconds it was interrupted by the splash of Coach Jack falling into the water, as he yelped in surprise. He sputtered and swam up almost immediately, brushing the water from his face.

     "What the F-" He began, but realized he was completely naked and shifted to try and cover himself. "You!" He shouted pointing at me, but I took off running down the hall. Normally I'd be worried he'd take it out on me at practice, but Chad would be making an appearance today over him.