"Ohh... my headdd..."
The drowsy feeling were heavy indeed, like during football when being hit by padded shoulders. As crazy as it sounded, I swore that something pulled me out. Then, from just seconds ago, I returned to my body. Although, somehow, this felt like something totally new.
'Did someone dosed me or something?'
I was doing just fine this morning, being in full health and fit enough to take on science without yawning. Even so, my vision were terribly blurry. I looked around and see that I was in some dark room. Together with the lousy feeling throughout the body, I started to think that Dickson and his gang really did took me down and out for something.
"Dickson?...!!"
I wasted no time to call that lazy brute, but my scream sounded way different, it was some feminine with quite a deafening kind of voice. Indeed a stark contrast compared to my own, and I called him out with that female voice again. Although, this voice was also familiar, it was one of those well-known girls at school and totally that of...
"Tony, babe...?!!"
Its Heather Reid!!! She was the chick with quite the rumor involving sex and sleeping with several of the faculty members of the school. The renowned bad girl and the senior Italian dude, Tony's, girlfriend!
The daintier fingers totally confirmed the situation, with the room being one of those hidden corners courtesy of the Janitor which the students used for making out. I swore that the lips felt quite the soft as I was indeed shocked, overly surprised that I'll manage to end up in these hidden sex corners at school sooner.
'I'm Heather Reid?!!'
The surprise didn't stop there as I instinctively looked down. My eyes popped wide, to another instant shock. My curiosity downwards had gaze upon quite a pair of breasts on my chest, bare naked with the nipples revealed to be a pair of nice pink as the school uniform was blown open. In plain sight the standard issue dress was still covering the hips down to the upper knee, but I never felt so naked before between my legs. Well, yes, because chicks have pussies and not dicks. I stood up, and some palpable feeling kept passing through down there. It was the air in the room teasing the crotch area, which I finally figured out that Heather didn't have her panties on. It was annoying, and so I searched for the panties' whereabouts. Although, it made me aware of another unconscious woman in the room.
"Mrs. Dawson?!"
The recent recruit and the youngest teacher here, reputable for being a discipline model. She was laying there asleep, her lengthy brown hair was a mess, with her usually formal blouse being fully open. Overall not that far from how Heather looked like, and the former being the most desirable woman (not girl) at this school.
It was really something to unpack to, though it didn't need a nerd to figure out that the two were making out. There were rumors that Mrs. Dawson wasn't totally straight, yet it became a mere fantasy for threesome possibilities because no one dared to teased or even asked the tall hourglass-figured woman.
'Great... I'm a chick and its Heather Reid.'
They said that chicks are another kind of rocket science. But, Heather, along with this predicament of being in the school rebel's shoes totally tested my science lesson intake tolerance. With the overall contrasting feeling of being a chick, and its Heather Reid out of all the females at school. Not that she wasn't any less attractive, but with the scandalous rumors totally confirmed right before my eyes I'd rather stick to finding out what is going on.
Since it was my body for the moment, and I do have the decency to hide my privates in public. Heather's vision was good, clearly no need for glasses, but sadly the search for her panties in this dark room was a lost cause. So, I gotta go with the air constantly passing by my crotch. By the looks of it, Mrs. Dawson was comfortably asleep. So I took her idle blazer and button it up before stepping outside the room.
The lights showered my vision all at once, though the eyes adjusted to the scene faster than mine could've. The scene before me rather looked nothing out of the ordinary, so it was easy to take a step outside to the surrounding hallway. Seeing Rachel about to pass by, my sister, a hand instinctively raise to greet her. But instead, it was Allison Mitchner who saw me. She flicked the middle finger in response. I was again shocked at that, such a reply from one of the most desirable girls at school. Still, the gesture was actually aimed at Heather's face and not me.
"Thomas, you okay? You kinda switched off just now..."
My attention turned to a circle of nerds gathered up as Thomas was rested on the wall. He then started to come around, with his eyes twitching and his head wasn't in on the whole thing. Overall being drowsy, like I did before finding out about this whole thing. Though he recovered shortly, he was surprised to see both his friends surrounding him and for being at school.
"Who's Thomas? And who the fuck are you?"
'Thomas' looking lost in his own school pretty much confirmed that whatever this is was definitely real. Not only that, I wasn't the only one that wake up as another person. Following this superb phenomenon, I was heading towards Rachel, to ask if she had seen 'me' around.
"Heather..."
But hearing that call from Mrs. Dawson prompted me to tend to her, I immediately retreated from the small door before closing it. I walked towards her, taking my time as she looked half-asleep. Sitting down in front of the young woman, with an intended distance until I was sure.
"Didn't we fuck yesterday?... Today you said you weren't in the mood."
Mrs. Dawson was slowly reeling from the drowsiness as she kept looking at me in the eye. From the similar mannerism compared to 'Thomas', the groggy movement and the out of character act, she became a whole different person inside.
The question is, whose the one that ended up in her body?
"Babe? Cat got your tongue?..." Luckily 'Mrs. Dawson' casually hinted who she actually was. Her face frowned as I sighed.
"Tony, hey, the thing is..." I was about to explain things to the perpetual senior, but he took it quite strong as he was starting to pour out his feelings. To that bit of him having a different voice, I took his moment of confusion to get him up to speed.
"Look, man, I'm not Heather and you're Mrs. Dawson." I put both hands on his shoulders before the reveal.
"WHAT THE??... holy shit...!" Another of Mrs. Dawson's voice speaking up what's in his mind had him realized this bizarre and out of the ordinary situation that had befallen him. While he was confirming things by picking a strand of that lengthy brown hair, I was prepared to handle his concerns regarding his dear girlfriend's whereabouts. Instead, I ended up giving him sometime to himself. The hands them roaming about the body, from the sizable tits and straight down to the pussy. Couldn't blame him, Mrs. Dawson was every guy's crush at school, including the uncouth and wild Italian senior.
"So, um, who are you?" Tony threw the question in the middle of his self exploration.
"You owe me 25 bucks." I playfully hinted to him. He's quite the drag but he's actually fun to hangout with.
"Shit, Damian?!" The shock barely stopped his inspection as he really went under the blouse and squeeze the breasts again. I simply nodded to that before easing myself around the new Mrs. Dawson.
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It was quite the wait, as he was still "settling" himself to Mrs. Dawson's body throughout the slender hourglass frame. I was still thinking about what might've caused this. This was straight out of fiction, one of those out-of-body experience tropes. To think that I actually did got taken out of my own body with my spirit astray, as it somehow ended up in Heather Reid's body. It must've been that extraordinary that it shook me to the core, thus leaving nothing to remember of that moment right before waking up as the bad girl of the school.
Meanwhile, the noise outside were becoming more frequent by the moment. With the chatter outside were regarding the concern to their original body.
"Hey man, I just had this brilliant idea!" Tony took my focus back to him, as he was smiling ear to ear and this time with his hands on my shoulders.
"Looks like it wasn't just us that suddenly wake up in someone else's bod... So..."
"How about we find your body and fill ourselves up?"
"Dude, what the fuck?" Sure, curiosities rising up amidst the opportunity. But no way that I want my first time being with some woman as old as my aunt.
"What the... fuck off with that weirded out look! We're a guy in a chick's body just wanting a feel of the other side of things, right?" And with that, Tony took my first kiss with Mrs. Dawson's nice red lips.
"Since I'm in Heather's body, what if she's now in my body?" I wondered about it, whilst playing around with their kind of relationship and bond to each other. Although, this didn't discourage Tony one bit.
"Even better!!!" He said as those eyes went wide, and shortly he jumped up and exited the room.
Oh boy...
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