Have Tina drive you to an elementary school to check if the super teacher transformation has different effects on younger students and teachers than Visit the courthouse to observe the effects of the super judge transformation
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"Next stop, Sunshine Elementary," Tina announces as she navigates the Blackwood Sovereign through morning traffic. The sleek black SUV glides effortlessly between lanes, its powerful engine purring beneath you. "I fucking love seeing these transformations spread through the city. It's like watching dominoes fall, but with busty teachers instead."
Grace sits beside you in the backseat, her topless form still compliant with today's randomizer decree. Her nanite-blue eyes gleam as she scans data on her tablet. "The elementary school transformations should be fucking fascinating. Different psychological imprint than high school."
Twenty minutes later, you arrive at Sunshine Elementary, its cheerful yellow building surrounded by a playground where children enjoy morning recess. Tina parks across the street, the SUV's tinted windows allowing you to observe without being seen.
The transformation is immediately apparent. Female teachers supervising the playground have undergone dramatic changes—their bodies enhanced with perfect hourglass figures, their professional attire transformed into sexier versions while maintaining appropriateness for an elementary setting. A kindergarten teacher wears a button-up blouse that strains against her enhanced chest, paired with a pencil skirt that accentuates her curves without being inappropriate for children.
"The perception filter is working beautifully," you observe. "Parents dropping off their kids don't seem to notice anything unusual."
"Holy shit, look at that," Grace points to a teacher kneeling beside a crying child. The transformed teacher's eyes briefly flash with an inner light as she scans the child. "That's the abuse detection at work. Ten fucking bucks says she calls CPS within the hour."
Sure enough, the teacher discreetly pulls out her phone while comforting the child, making a call with one hand while the other gently pats the student's back.
"The young girls are different too," you note. Unlike the high schoolers who showed immediate physical changes, the elementary girls display enhanced posture, confidence, and coordination—but no inappropriate physical development. "The aura adjusts based on age. Physical changes only begin at puberty."
"Fucking brilliant adaptation," Grace agrees. "It's making them healthier and more confident without sexualizing children. They'll grow into their enhanced forms naturally."
Satisfied with your observations, you direct Tina to drive to the courthouse downtown. The Blackwood Sovereign makes quick work of the journey, pulling into a parking space reserved for law enforcement—a benefit of your police transformation program.
Inside the courthouse, the transformation is striking. Every female judge has been enhanced, their bodies resembling pinup models while their faces maintain dignified authority. Judge Elaine Morales presides over a robbery case, her formerly conservative black robe now tailored to accentuate her impossibly perfect figure, plunging neckline revealing substantial cleavage while still maintaining an air of judicial authority.
"All rise," calls the bailiff as you and Grace slip into the back of the courtroom.
The defendant, a young man in his twenties, stares transfixed at Judge Morales as she reviews the case files. When she speaks, her voice carries a subtle resonance that seems to penetrate the very air.
"Mr. Collins, you've been charged with armed robbery. How do you plead?" she asks, her enhanced eyes studying him intently.
"Not guilty, Your Honor," he replies confidently.
Judge Morales's eyes flash momentarily. "Mr. Collins, I remind you that in my courtroom, falsehoods cannot stand. I'll ask once more: how do you plead?"
The defendant's confident expression crumbles. He looks confused, opens his mouth to repeat his plea, but different words emerge: "Guilty, Your Honor. I—I don't understand why I said that..."
"The truth compulsion field," you whisper to Grace with satisfaction. "He literally cannot lie in her presence."
"Fucking perfect," Grace replies, her eyes gleaming. "Justice system fixed in one transformation."