This choice: Strip. I Need Inspect Ms. Hoover's Body • Go Back...Chapter #5Female Body Inspector by: Rita   "Say what?" Pete wasn't quite sure he had heard his sister correctly.
"You heard me, Pete," Emily placed her hands on her hips, as if she was annoyed he hadn't complied immediately, "I need you to take off your clothes. As I have said many times, I've never done this spell before. I need to inspect your body for imperfections, and the clothes are in the way."
"Emily, you can understand how that might make me uncomfortable, right?" Pete's cheeks grew flushed, "I wouldn't be okay with you seeing my real body in just my underwear, let alone while I'm Ms. Hoover."
"Sorry Pete, don't really care if you're uncomfortable," Emily bluntly said, "I asked you ahead of time if you would do this and you willing agreed to do so. You are my doll now. That means that not only will I practice spells on you, but you also have to do what I say. Now, I'm not going to force you to do anything, but I know a few spells that can make this a whole situation a lot more unpleasant for you, Pete. I could lower your intelligence or change your sexual preference, or something even worse if you don't follow orders. I don't want to do any of those things, but I will if I have to. Understand?"
"Yes," Pete said, clearly understanding the position he was in now, "Um, where do you want me to start?"
"Hmm..." Emily considered her options, "Well since you were so interested in your new boobs, why not get a better look? Take the top off, Pete."
"Alright," Pete wasn't going to fight back this time. Pete hadn't really thought that his own sister would threaten him into doing what she wanted. He really was at her mercy. Trying to ignore the feeling helplessness, Pete tried to focus on the opportunity seeing his most hated teacher in her underwear. How many people can say they've done that? Pete thought as he unbuttoned the top button of his blouse, Not a lot of people, I bet. Ms. Hoover's body is mine now, and I deserve to enjoy it. I deserve this after the hell she has put me through. This is almost like justice. Sweet, sweet justice. With the top button gone, Pete caught a small glimmer of Ms. Hoover's cleavage, along with a red bra. Only more motivated by the sight, Pete quickly unbuttoned the shirt to reveal his new breasts in all of their glory. Pete stared at them in silence for a moment, then look back to his sister with mouth agape.
"What?" Emily asked her dumbfounded brother, "Is something wrong?"
"Emily," Pete took a deep gulp, "I have tits. I have an old woman's tits."
"Um, yeah Pete. That's kind of the point," Emily laughed at her brother's delayed reaction, "Well they look just like regular boobs, if not a little perfect. Maybe I enhanced them a little by accident." Emily approached Pete and brought her face close to his new breasts. Pete looked up toward the ceiling, trying to ignore the awkward situation below his chin. After what felt like five minutes of Pete doing his best to ignore his sisters thorough inspection, Pete felt a completely alien sensation coming from his chest. Pete looked down to see his sister squeezing one of his new boobs.
"Emily!" Pete swatted away his sister's groping hands, "Could you give me a little warning before you do something like that?"
"Sorry," Emily unapologetically said, as she stepped back "Just wanted to make sure of something. I had a hunch and I was right."
"A hunch?" Pete's eyes narrowed, "A hunch about what?"
"Well it seems that you don't just have tits, little bro," Emily smiled, "You have fake tits. Those are clearly enhanced. I guess Ms. Hoover felt like she needed a upgrade."
"What?" Pete was flabbergasted, "Ms. Hoover, the women with a permanent stick up her ass, has fake boobs? This doesn't make any sense, Emily."
"Well, maybe you don't know Ms. Hoover as well as you think," Emily told Pete, as he thought over how much he actually did know about his teacher. The only interactions between Ms. Hoover and Pete were confrontational. They never had a conversation before, not even a regular one a student and teacher might have. But now that Pete thought about it, Ms Hoover didn't really talk to anyone. She didn't talk to either student or faculty member, she just kept to herself. Well clearly she has some some things she wants to keep secret, Pete thought as he looked down at Ms. Hoover's fake rack, But it must be hard keep everything to yourself. Ms. Hoover is probably really lonely. Pete was about to feel bad for his teacher, until he remembered the multiple detentions he got in her class. Oh yeah, Pete lost all temporary empathy he had for his nemesis, Doesn't matter if you're lonely, that's no excuse to be a bitch.
"Um, earth to Pete! Are you forgetting something?" Emily said, interrupting Pete's thoughts, "We're kind of doing something here. Keep stripping. Takeoff the skirt, show me that teacher ass!
"Sorry, I got distracted," Pete excused himself, as he moved his attention to his skirt. He reached for the it's bottom and pulled without results. Pete heard his sister giggle and saw her point at the zipper that ran vertically on the side of the skirt. Pete, ignoring the giggles, pulled down the zipper. With the zipper out of the way, the skirt came off with ease.
"Woah," Emily muttered behind Pete's back.
"What now?" Pete asked, with the skirt around his knees
"You're ass is amazing, Pete!" Emily laughed as she stared at her brother's large, pantie clad behind.
"Oh really?" Pete asked, as he didn't have a great view of it at the moment, "I can't really tell from here. Are you gonna squeeze my that too?"
"Oh no, that's looks like the real deal," Emily said, amused at the question, "I didn't just grab your boob for no reason, I'm doing an experiment here. Speaking of which, get the skirt off and stand straight."
"Ok, Emily," Pete said, as followed his sister's orders. He kicked off the skirt and turned to face her again. Now with all off his new clothes off, Pete felt pretty vulnerable. In his old body, he had no problem taking off his shirt in front of people. He was pretty confident in his body and wasn't ashamed to show it to anybody. Now that he was an exact copy of an older woman, that confidence has all but left Pete. Emily studiously staring at his new body didn't help either. Pete tried his best to hide his nervousness, but just ended up doing an awkward pose.
"Oh god, will you relax!" Emily said, annoyed at her awkward brother, "I was just making sure I didn't accidentally give you a belly button ring, but it turns out that's just another one of Ms. Hoover's secrets."
"Belly button ring?" Pete asked, as looked down at his new slim stomach. To his surprise, he saw a glimmering stone attached to his bellybutton. Fake tits and a bellybutton ring Pete wondered as he fixated on the dangling gem, Who the hell are you, Ms. Hoover?
"Well anyways, it seems like I did pretty good job." Emily announced, proud of her accomplishment, "I'm absolutely positive that no one could tell you apart from the real Ms. Hoover. As long as you keep your mouth shut, anyways. Now I think it's time to test another spell,"
"Another spell!?" Pete gasped, nervous what strange thing was going to happen to him next, "What are you going to do to me now?"
"I'm not sure yet, but it won't be as drastic as the transformation" Emily said, as she flipped through her spell book again, "Yes, something simple would be best. How about I use the...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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