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By Kellie Cliffe
February 13
My name is Dave. At least it is to my friends. To most people I'm
Mr. Jones. I teach Social Studies at the local high school. Or at
least I did...
It all started in a discussion seminar I was having with a group
of 15/16 year old students. Amongst the group was a girl called
Misty. She was not exactly a beauty, but I found her stunning,
particularly her piercing blue eyes.
We were discussing paranoia, envy and other related weighty
subjects.
"What about 'the other man's grass is always greener'?" I asked
Misty smiled. "Surely it's natural to assume that everybody else
is having a better time than you? I know there are days when I
envy other people..."
"Me too." As I spoke, the bell went and the students picked up
their belongings before heading out. Apart from Misty.
"Great lesson, sir. Do you really wish you were someone else?"
she asked, her eyes smiling at me.
"Sometimes I do." I confessed. "Wouldn't it be great just to see
things from another perspective?"
"It sure would." She picked up her bag and flicked back her
shoulder-length dark hair. "Maybe one day we will."
We? I thought, but before I could talk anymore my next class
arrived.
Valentine's Day
I thought no more about what Misty and I had discussed the day
before until I found a card sitting on my desk at the end of the
day.
Inside was written:
Were you serious about being
someone else? If you are totally
sure then go home, open the card
again and kiss the lipstick lips!
Always yours, Misty xxx'
On the opposite side to the writing Misty had obviously kissed
the card wearing bright red lipstick. I chuckled to myself and
headed off home. Schoolgirl crushes were great for the ego!
When I got in I leaned by bike in the corridor, checked for other
cards (no chance), grabbed a beer and collapsed on my sofa. I re-
read the card 2 or 3 times and decided, what the hell, if nothing
happens so what? And if it does... whey-hay!
I slowly placed my lips against the card and immediately felt a
wave of dizziness overcome me. Slowly I could hear the screams
and shouts of children and the echoing of water splashes.
Suddenly I could hear perfectly. My eyes were shut and I was no
longer holding the card. I could smell chlorine. I was at the
swimming baths! I felt odd, different. I knew what I would see
when I opened my eyes.
I was sitting in a changing room - the women's. A number of very
attractive twenty-something's strided past. I looked down and saw
two breasts obviously sitting happily inside a red Baywatch-style
swimming costume. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God... I was Misty!
Unsteadily I stood up and walked over to a mirror. I was shocked
but also extremely excited by what I saw. A very sexy 16 year old
grinned back at me, blue eyes wide open. Her wavy dark hair was
still dry which meant that she had not entered the pool yet. I
suddenly knew that I needed to pee. I looked around for the stall
and as I walked to it heard a voice.
"Are you coming or what Misty?"
It was her best friend Vicki. And she was looking hot! Blonde
hair and very little in the way of a bikini. Coughing slightly, I
told her that I would join her in a couple of minutes. She waved
and ran back out of the changing room. I turned and entered the
stall.
The first job was to remove the all-in-one costume. I did it,
hands trembling with excitement. My stomach was turning with fear
and anticipation. For the first time, I would see my new body
naked! It was a wonderful sight. The boobs were a good handful
and I slowly inched my feminine hand towards my new pussy. It was
framed by soft tufts of brown hair. Where I was so used to having
a dick was a vagina.
Completely and utterly female. No balls. No dick. I shuddered and
smiled - it felt so magically different.
Suddenly I remembered that Vicki was waiting. I had to pee and
then go out and 'be' Misty. This could wait.
I sat down, and wondered what the next step was. Urinating had
always been so easy to control. Now what did I have to do? I
spread my legs open and looked; it wasn't obvious where the pee
even was going to come out! There were just folds - parts of a
pussy in the way. What was I supposed to do - just let it go? I
guessed that I had to keep my legs spread apart to go. All the
while I was trying to understand how to pee with a vagina, my
bladder was starting to ache. Finally, I couldn't wait any more.
What muscles control this process? I just tried to relax and a
fast torrent poured out. I cringed - it was certainly different.
And I wasn't sure I liked it a bit. It sounded different too.
Faster, I suppose. Not a stream, a splash. I suppose it did feel
natural, but different.
Once I had finished I wiped myself with some paper, carefully
pulled up my bathing costume and headed on out into the big wide
world, no longer Dave Jones 35, male, but Misty Wright, 16,
female. I had lost almost 20 years in age and 20cm in height. The
latter was probably the most disconcerting. I was used to
towering over people. Now I would have to look up to most of
them.
The next few hours at the swimming pool were the most fun I had
had in a long time. I let myself act like a kid and Misty's
friends responded. Being a teacher gave me a good idea of the
changes that had occurred in the 20-odd years since I had been a
teenage boy. Now I was doing it all again as a teenage girl.
I showered with the other girls and went off with them for a
coke. Everything felt great... I felt so alive. I had a rough
idea of where Misty lived and once her friends left me alone, I
was able to check my (her?) purse to get the exact address. I
used the front door key and spotted Misty's older sister Diane
sitting in the lounge.
"Okay?" I asked her. I had taught Diane about 5 years previously,
but now she was my older sister. It was so odd.
"Yeah," she replied. "Mum has gone out. She's left you some food
in the kitchen."
"Good." I replied. I was suddenly feeling ravenous. I suppose I'm
still a growing girl I thought, and started giggling at the
thought.
I spent the evening chatting with Diane and then with her (and
now my) mum. It seems that Mr. Jones (me?) was very popular with
Misty, Diane and their mum. I started to feel better about
myself, then realised that I was not even myself anymore.
At about 10pm I went upstairs and found Misty's bedroom. It had
Eminem posters on the wall and a cool selection of CDs which I
played quietly as I stripped off. Misty had obviously planned
this as I found a diary with lots of helpful hints in it, such as
'your toothbrush is green' and 'you get up at 7am and go straight
in the shower.' This would help me, as I had felt nervous about
blending in.
Eventually, after much reading I stood naked in front of the
mirror and looked at my naked body. As much as I had enjoyed my
first few hours as a female, I knew that mentally I was still
very much a male. I had stolen glances at the other women in the
changing room and the only sort of stirring I had felt is when
Vicki and I had wrestled in the water. I would rather be in bed
with this body (at least in a few years) than as this body.
I locked the bedroom door, turned down the CD and lay face up on
the bed. What was the future going to bring? Was this temporary
or permanent? If it was only temporary, for how long? One day? A
week? A month... Would I have to experience periods? Would I be
expected to have sex or give blowjobs? Fortunately I knew that
Misty was currently single so that was one headache less.
As I lay there, I started to get a pleasurable feeling in my
body. God, I was gorgeous! I stroked my nipples and was rewarded
with an amazing erotic feeling. I kept rubbing one, almost unable
to stop and reached downwards, between my legs. I did to myself
what I loved to do to women... penetrating, thrusting. I felt
myself becoming incredibly wet, my fingers feeling so good as I
rubbed my little nubbin. Suddenly I experienced an explosion of
pleasure and heard my stomach 'squelching' with each wave. It
felt so good that I kept at it, accomplishing it several more
times. It felt so good and I almost screamed the last time.
Fortunately, I remembered that Diane would be in the next room
and their mum just down the hallway. I lay there in the afterglow
and drifted slowly off to sleep.
***
The next morning I awoke feeling full of life. This was
definitely unusual for me, normally being a terrible mornings-
person. I assumed that Misty's body was used to early starts. I
had a shower which was luxurious and where I had to keep from
fingering myself again. I then dried carefully, did my hair
according to the instructions left by the body's original owner
and got changed into my school uniform. I was looking very foxy
indeed, even if I thought so myself. I looked at the clock, not
even 8am. I had time.
I pulled down my underwear and kneeled in front of the full-
length mirror pulling porn-style poses. I felt myself getting wet
again and started to rub myself to another orgasm. I then tidied
myself up, went down for breakfast and then started to walk to
the bus stop.
I chatted happily to those who I had always thought of as just
students, now my classmates. It was certainly a new perspective
on some of them. A couple of girls I had assumed to be slutty
were anything but and I was surprised at how sensitive a couple
of the footballers appeared to be. The bus pulled into school and
I stepped off with Vicki.
"Morning girls." said a familiar voice.
"Oooh, good morning Mr. Jones" replied Vicki before I could even
respond. My old body grinned at me, one eyebrow raised and walked
towards the Old Block. "Look at his ass!" giggled Vicki.
Strangely enough I could see what she meant. My body was looking
good. Was it always like that or was it somehow because I was
looking at it though Misty's eyes?
What was going to happen next? Was I going to get to talk to
Misty, the new Mr. Jones? My head was reeling somewhat. Vicki
handed me a can of coke and I slurped it down. It was going to be
an interesting day.
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