“…Ms. Candace Smith, the anatomy teacher replacing Ms. Millie.”
“That’s cra-“ You cut yourself off, clasping your hand over your mouth. That wasn’t your voice that just came out. It was light and feminine, almost perky. “What?” You squeak.
You look down at yourself, startled by the big breasts that feel like they fill your vision. You reach up and touch them in a horrified stupor, groping them as you desperately try (and fail) to prove they aren’t real.
You don’t even realize Mr. Pound has walked over to you till he lifts your head up from behind you, forcing you to look in the mirror. A beautiful blonde woman stares back at you, the kind you would’ve killed to have as a teacher so she could fuel your fantasies. Except she is now you.
“No no no,” you groan, covering your face with your hands.
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