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GS: Between Student and Teacher
By Caleb Jones
Bill Sorenson lived a pretty decent life. It wasn't perfect, but
whose life was? He was a forty five year old English teacher
at a junior high school in America. He therefore had a fairly
small paycheck. Combine that with a tendency to be shy
around the opposite sex, and one could understand why he had
never married. Not that he hadn't tried. He had dated the
Spanish teacher on and off for the last three years until
Rosalinda finally gave up waiting for a proposal and began
dating another guy a few months ago. Bill was just too shy to
bring up the subject, and she was raised in a family where the
women never made the first move. Deep down, though she
still loved Bill. She just could not be certain he felt the same.
Despite the failure at love, he had a decent job, and as a
bachelor, his paycheck was sufficient for his needs. He
played basketball with some of the other residents at his
apartment complex every Saturday and was in good health.
Every once in a while, he would get together with some of the
other teachers or old friends from college. Overall, he was
grateful for what he had. He knew his life could be worse.
Like the lives of some of his students. The local area wasn't
well off, and many of the students were either from middle
class or poor families. He made an effort each semester to
try and raise the grade level of at least one student who had
potential but had fallen behind the other students for
whatever reasons.
His latest student project was Jodi, a pretty brunette who
was behind in her classes, but when it came to the other
students she was ahead of them in physical maturity.
Bill made sure that his tutoring sessions were monitored by
other teachers with other students. He had seen a few too
many teachers accused of abuse when they were only trying
to help. Though he had to admit there were some teachers
out there who were well disguised slime. But he had no
intention of allowing someone to mistake him for one of them!
Most of the other girls in Jodi's grade level were still rather
flat-chested. That would, of course, change in the next year
or two but for now she was almost daily tortured by the girls
envious of the bra she needed to wear and the several inches
in height she looked down on them from. Not only did the
girls tease her but the boys as well. Their favorite trick was
the classic, if rather tacky bra strap pull. It was as if they
wanted to remind her that she wore a bra.
Like she could ever forget it. She would give anything to get
rid of the excess curves her classmates hated. Her mother
was no help either. All she did was tell her to be grateful for
her boobs, that she would likely need them to succeed with
the grades she was getting lately. Her mother had told Jodi
that so often both of them apparently believed it. When the
chance came along, Jodi's mother ran off with a trucker and
her daughter was left with no one to raise her and a rent due
on the first of the month. Her mother left because she was
becoming a woman and didn't need her anymore. Why else
would she have abandoned her. She would give anything to go
back before her mother had left and look like a boy but that
was impossible. She hated her womanly body. It had taken
her mother away.
Bill had no idea why the students seemed to hate Jodi but he
knew it contributed to her poor grades. Finally, he went to
Rosalinda for help in understanding the problem student and
after she took a look at her in his homeroom, She had a good
idea of part of the problem. She too had been an early
developer, and her classmates had never let her forget it. But
she had a really good girlfriend and supportive parents who
helped her throughout that troubling growth spurt, and the
other girls soon caught up to her. In fact she wasn't even the
biggest chested girl in her class the next year, and was rather
ashamed to admit she had teased the girl as she had been
teased for a while. Rosalinda had regretted her childish
actions and promised Bill she would try and help this girl
adjust to her growing body. As he walked by the girl after
the bell rang, he couldn't help but look down over her
shoulder at the bosom thrusting out in front of her. They
were youthfully firm and up-thrusting, but they were hardly
huge. Still when he looked at the other girls walking out of
the class, he could see Rosalinda's point. She certainly stood
out from her classmates. He hoped Rosa could give her some
good advice. Even knowing another woman went through the
same thing might be helpful to the girl.
Unfortunately, Rosalinda didn't get the chance to help Jodi.
The girl failed to show up for the rest of the week. A worried
Bill called her home several times but no one was answering
at home. He finally decided to go to her address but it turned
out to be a very rundown apartment, and quite empty except
for an evicted sign still posted to the door.
When he returned to school the next day he asked the
principal to file a missing persons report. At least it was a
step in the right direction. If the mother had moved and failed
to inform the school, no harm would be done. If something
had happened to them and they were living on the streets,
maybe they would get help.
A week passes and nothing changed regarding Jodi. No word
from her mother or the cops. Life went on in the school. The
kids found other targets for their urges to tease their
classmates.
Then, something happened. Bill was teaching his class when
he had suddenly fainted. The last thing he remembered was
seeing some of the students also collapsing on their desks or
the floor.
Bill woke up in a dark enclosed area. He felt strange but
reasonably uninjured. At least nothing seemed to hurt. He
was very hungry, though. He looked around and could barely
see what seemed to be stairs rising up to the ceiling. he
stumbled over to him, his body strangely uncooperative to
him.
He made his way up the stairs and was stunned when he
opened the door and found himself in the lobby of the
rundown apartment Jodi had been living in. He was amazed
to see Jodi staring at him from the other side of the room.
Her hair was a mess and she wore the uniform of the local
cheap chicken restaurant chain. On his salary, he knew the
uniform well. As he moved toward her, she moved toward
him. She seemed to be mimicking his movements as if they
were playing a game. As his vision cleared from the dark
basement, he realized he was looking in an old, smudgy wall
mirror. He looked around but she was nowhere in sight.
Except for the mirror.
Was he in some sort of Twilight Zone type dream?
He raised his hand to wave her nearer and she did exactly the
same. She was too accurate to be imitating him. As he moved
closer, he began to realize that, though it had to be
impossible, he was looking at her body, but, somehow, he was
inside it. He raised a hand and Jodi did the same in the
mirror. Her image touched the collar of her blouse as his
hand made the same movement, touching a collar instead of
his usual coat and tie. He pulled it upward and felt strange
sensations in his chest as a sizeable amount of flesh moved
upward with the motion. The bosom of the girl in the mirror
also moved upward. He was afraid of what he would see but
he looked down anyway and saw two bosoms like the ones he
had seen just a week ago when he had looked over her
shoulder. They were even closer to his eyes now, but they
seemed to be his. He also saw the worn outfit of the chicken
place wrapped around his body and curves that looked very
unfamiliar to him.
Bill tried not to panic, but unless he had gone insane it looked
as if he was somehow inside the body of his long absent
student Jodi. He panicked!
He ran from the building, vaguely intending to go to his own
apartment, but as he ran along, one arm over the strange
boobs on his chest to keep them from bouncing too much, he
saw other people wandering around in confusion, grasping at
their bodies awkwardly, or just lying on the ground. And
everywhere there were signs of disaster. Cars were
overturned, or crashed into buildings. Several people seemed
to be dead. Sometimes he would see a child leading an adult
around as if the child were an adult. Some men were calling
women by men's names and some women addressed the men
by the names of women.
Bill realized that even if he got to his apartment, he didn't
have his keys to get in on the chicken outfit he wore now. So
he headed to the school. If anyone could help him, it would be
the people he worked with. Besides the school was a lot
closer and he felt a lot weaker in his student's body. When he
got to the school, however, he realized there was not much
they could do for him. The principal was bare-assed and
exchanging his shorts for the flag on the flagpole. More then
one girl was running around grabbing her crotch area and
yelling about missing parts of their bodies, while some boys
were crying about having boy's genitalia, though they
referred to them in a variety of youthful nicknames. He
found his room and approached it cautiously. Who would he
find inside his body? Jodi seemed likely but when he got
inside, he found his body, looking much taller than he
expected, to be occupied by someone who identified herself as
the lunch lady, Mrs. Despovich. She kept asking him if she
had seen her husband and wondering how they could stay
together with her looking like a man!
Bill left the woman(?) and wandered over to Rosalinda's
room. She was keeping a bunch of students and teachers
reasonably calm as they watched television and it's news
programs. But was she Rosalinda, or some other person,
albeit a well organized person.
Rosalinda perked up, seeing the lost body of the girl she had
missed out helping. She moved toward her and before she
could even speak, somehow Rosa knew it was Bill inside the
girl's flesh. Part of her wanted to laugh, but a stronger part
was just glad to see that he was alive, even if very different.
Knowing he was all right, she turned her attention back to
other people in need. There were a lot of children and adults
in the bodies of children who were confused and needed
immediate attention. It was an emergency so she turned on
the universal pacifier and they all watched the television news
as unkempt reporters in unfamiliar bodies reported the
damage the population of the whole world had suffered.
Estimates of over ninety percent and climbing of the six
billion people in the world had exchanged bodies in what
seemed like mostly random exchanges. It was estimated that
millions were dead, including a large number of people in cars
and planes, who had lost control when an unsuspecting, and
often untrained, person took over the body of the driver or
pilot.
Eventually some of the people at the school were claimed by
relatives, and the rest were taken to the gymnasium where an
emergency shelter for the homeless had been set up.
Bill had gotten his keys from Mrs. Despovich, but was hardly
in any condition to drive home. He had eaten some food in
the cafeteria where Mrs. D. had begun doling out the school's
food supply to anyone who was hungry. But his unfamiliar
new body still felt weak and tired. He had assumed Jodi had
moved into the basement unknown to the management when
she was evicted from the apartment. He didn't know what
happened to her mother but he had no reason to find out now.
She obviously would not be able to help him if she wasn't able
to help her own daughter. And she would be a stranger to the
grown man inside her daughter's body. He would rather go
back to his empty apartment than a basement with a strange
woman.
Rosalinda was one of the lucky ones. She still had her own
body - thank god - she was one of the lucky ten percent who
had not switched. She found Bill in the cafeteria sipping
some chocolate milk. She felt sorry for him. He saw stuck in
the body of an adolescent girl who was obviously in trouble.
his new body had obviously not seen a shower for days and
was wearing a ridiculous food service uniform. Jodi's body
may have matured around the chest and hips, but she was still
only a twelve year old girl. She was barely tall enough to
bump her face into Rosalinda's own bosom when she hugged
the young girl. Bill, suddenly comforted by the woman who
had left him was a mass of confusion.
He was still attracted to this woman but his new body was
sending him unfamiliar feelings and emotions in response. In a
world which had totally shifted lives on him, Rosalinda was
the only constant he still recognized, and she obviously still
cared, judging by her hug. He had an overwhelming urge to
cry and did so, partially out of anger, partially out of relief
and another part of him was just happy to spend some time
with Rosa again.
After his crying jag ended, he felt much better. Rosa told him
he could stay with her for a while if he wanted to, and she
would try to help him adjust to his new body. She had far
more knowledge about being a girl than he did, after all. And
according to the television, there would be no immediate way
to swap anyone back to their old bodies. Mrs. D. stopped by
to tell Bill that her husband had called her on the kitchen
phone. He was now in the body of a twenty five year old
black mother of two small children who seemed to have
swapped bodies with each other. As best as he could tell, the
three year old girl was insisting that she was the five year old
boy and while the boy didn't say anything, he nodded in
agreement whenever anyone asked him if he was the little
girl. Her husband refused to leave the children that belonged
to his new body and she understood. Mrs. D. wanted to let
Bill know she was taking his body and going to her husband.
They might not recognize each other but they still loved each
other and had always wanted a family. If they could get used
to being the wrong gender and different races, this could be
their chance to finally start that family. Being younger
wouldn't hurt, either. She asked for Bill's blessing and he
gave it. What else could he do. That body was no longer his.
Rosalinda took his little hand in hers and led her ex-boyfriend
home. Exhausted, they both fell asleep on the couch.
Over the next few weeks, Rosa taught Bill how to be a girl.
She helped him through his first period and bought him his
first bra since the one his body had been wearing was as worn
out as the uniform he woke up inside of. He never did figure
out whether Jodi had been working at the chicken place or
was just wearing the only clothing she could find after being
evicted and abandoned by her mother.
Bill soon realized he still loved Rosa, but no longer the way a
man loved a woman. As the weeks went by he began to think
of her more like a sister... or perhaps a mother. After all she
was taking care of him as if he truly were the little girl with a
maturing body he appeared to be.
Rosalinda was coming to a similar conclusion. She had begun
helping her ex-boyfriend but soon was thinking of him like a
sister. Or even more often like a daughter. Bill might have a
grown up mind but he had the emotions and hormones of a
young teen-aged girl. Now that things were settling down
around the world and people were starting to adjust to the
new lives they had to lead in the new bodies they had to live
in, she felt it was time to seal their new relationship. She told
Bill she wanted to adopt him and take care of her as her
daughter.
Bill still thought of himself as a man despite all the physical
evidence to the contrary. One jiggle of the large bosoms on
his small chest whenever he moved about was all he needed to
remind him he was a girl now and forever, though. It was only
when Rosa asked to be his adopted mother that he began to
think of himself as a female. He was going to be her
daughter. Having a couple of periods under his belt was also
a rather convincing argument for changing his thinking,
though. He now knew he loved Rosa like a mother instead of
a girlfriend, even if that had been the way their relationship
had started. He agreed to the adoption and also asked that
his name be changed to Billie legally as long as they were
making changes. Bill no longer felt right to him... her.
While it was a rather strange sight, after the massive shifts in
bodies among the world's population, it wasn't too weird for
Billie to return to teaching at the school. All of the students
and teachers in the classes were a mixture of young and old,
children and grown-ups, and a young teen girl teaching an old
woman or middle aged man was no longer an uncommon sight
in any school.
It was pretty weird months later when some of the boys at the
school began hitting on her for dates after class was over,
though. But why wouldn't they. Rosa had been teaching
Billie about make-up and clothes. She had begun to wear
skirts and dresses as she grew used to the idea that she was
going to be female for the rest of her life. Billie was
becoming a very attractive young woman who had a very
mature mind inside her young body.
Rosalinda watched as her newly adopted daughter and former
boyfriend grew comfortable with her new gender, and she
taught Billie everything she knew about being female, but she
was still a little surprised when Billie went out on her first
date with a boy. He told them how he used to be a girl, his
own sister in fact, so she wasn't too worried. A former girl
would probably treat his date with the respect a young lady
deserved.
She sighed. She had been so busy for the past few months,
what with the great shift and all its after effects at work and
home, that her own love life was stalled. The man she had
been dating before the shift was now his own mother and
neither had any interest in the other anymore. But if Billie
was brave enough to date a guy, then she could certainly do
the same.
Now all she had to do was find someone, she thought, and
laughed softly to herself. After seeing everything Billie had
handled since the switch, finding a new boyfriend for herself
seemed like a piece of cake!
When Billie came home from her date and a gentle goodbye
kiss at the door, she couldn't figure out why Rosa kept
giggling to herself over and over again. But she was pleased
to see her so happy. Rosa deserved a little happiness after all
the help she had given to Billie when Bill needed it so badly.
Either as his girlfriend or as her mom, Rosalinda was a very
special lady!
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