She looked around the room and wasn't impressed by her options. Most of the boys in the room were not good looking and the ones that were, a few of the jocks for example, were more than cute, but thicker than pig shit. She worried about them being smart enough to keep her body in good condition and not injure it. On top of that, she could see the partial erections that most of the boys were sporting, all in hopes of getting into the bodies of one of the pretty popular girls.
Abigail was definitely pretty, and a little bit popular, but not like Sarah, or Brittany, or any of their other friends that were forced to be here as well, but then again, when you try to seduce one or more of the male staff to raise your grades, especially offering them group sex, well then you kinda get what you deserved. Abigail use to be in that group, up to when they started high school. All the girls developed, but where as her friends liked to show off their new budding bodies, Abigail was much more reserved. She dressed conservatively, but not frumpy, and wore make up, but didn't slather it on or need to chip it off with hand tolls at the end of the day. Still, she knew that if she wanted to, she could be just as pretty, if not more beautiful than any of her old friends.
Looking at the leering looks from the boys, she was glad she was more reserved as few if any would choose her as their first pick. That's when she came out of her deep thoughts by what the teacher said.
Miss Caulfield was stunning in herself. She had been the swap class teacher for a few years now and was required to be involved should the class numbers be uneven. Many of the students thought that the Swap Class teacher rather enjoyed her time in her students bodies. She'd had a couple opportunities to be a boy, always a jock or one of the better looking students, and once had even had to be one of her female students. She just happened to get the body of the richest, snotiest and bitchiest girls in school and she had seemed to revel in it. With the addition of Abigail at the last minute to the class, it meant that Miss Caulfield wouldn't have to be involved. Abigail thought this would make her happy, ut the looks she was getting from the teacher suggested otherwise.
In fact, when Abigail snapped out of her thoughts, her teacher was looking right at her when she mentioned that a program had randomly matched up each boy with a girl and they would be starting with Abigail. From there she called Steven forward as Abigail s swap partner. Abigail's eyes went wide and she could hear the snickers from Sarah and her friends, and the sharp intake of breath from Brittany who also seemed relieved that she had avoided Steven herself.
Steven, for all accounts, seemed like a nice guy albeit not popular at all. The only reason that everyone knew who he was is because he was the most picked on student at school. Steven was extremely overweight, brought nothing but coke, chips and sugary treats for lunch, had a puffer either because of asthma or simply because of the extra weight he was carrying around and kind of shuffled everywhere.
It was no use. Abigail was trying to protest, but she could see the evil smile on Miss Caulfield's face as she dragged Abigail to the machine and pushed her in to her side, and then it was done...
It had been a horrible weekend. The swap had happened at the end of the day on Friday so the students could have the weekend to get use to their new bodies and lives. Abigail had hated it. She wasn't sure what was worse? The feel of the new appendage between her legs, or the fact that she was now so fat she couldn't even see it. Now it was Monday and she was desperately trying to walk to school, but was already out of breath.
Steven lived half the distance that she did to school, but she had already been walking twice as long as she normally did with all the stops, and having to stop and use Steven's puffer. She had quickly found out that Steven's family were all obese and it was likely due to the huge, fatty meals his mother made. Granted,they were delicious, but guaranteed you'd gain weight.
Now as she leaned against a tree, contemplating whether she should try the puffer again, and promising herself she'd take the offer of the ride from her temporary mother tomorrow. She looked up and noticed a woman who looked familiar waling towards her with a huge smile on her face. She was dressed in a very short white skirt and a beautiful tight top that left very little to the imagination, wearing heels that were far too high to be practical. Her new body reacted and she could feel her new penis start to harden a bit. That's when it hit her.
"NO!", she said allowed when she realised t was her own body walking towards her.
"Oh yeah!", she heard Steven say in her melodic voice as he gave a perfect twirl in the heels. 'Why on earth would you hide this gorgeous body Abby?", Steven asked. "I have had a very busy weekend. Between getting to know every square inch of this body, and a little shopping at the mall, it went by far too fast. So? Do you like your new look?" he said with a wink.
"You can't dress my body like that!", Abigail almost screamed. "They'll never let you in school looking like that, and it's Abigail, NOT Abby. Now go back to my house and change, right now before you're late!"
Steven just laughed. "Yes, Mr. Hutchins was a bit shocked when I walked in looking like this, and he really didn't know what to say when I gave him the note excusing me for the week. Anyway, better let you get to school Steven. You really should have had your mother give you a lift. Walking is going to make you late. Well, here comes my ride. I better go. By Stevie." he said, blowing his old body a kiss as a large sedan pulled up.
"What? Where are you going?" Abigail asked.
"Well, Abigail may be a bit stuck up, but Abby quickly found out how much free shit she can gt from men dressed like this. Especially if you give an occasional blow job or two. Now, my new friend and mentor are going downtown to see how much we can maximise on that." and as Steven finished, the passenger door was opened by the driver. None other than Miss Caulfield.
"You can't do this! Miss! You can't let him do this with my body. Why would you encourage, let alone allow this? I'm reporting this to the school." Abigail said in tears, which looked terrible in Steven's body.
"Miss Jacobs!" Miss Caulfield said rather firmly. "If you 'report' this, you'll be breaking the rules of swap class and will be punished for it. Perhaps you'll even have to spend a bit more time as young Steven. Now, while you think on that, you might want to think about something else. First, ask yourself who's in charge of the swap machine. Then, ask yourself, which one of us is the real Miss Caulfield and which of us is the real Steven?"
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