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Play Misty For Me: Part 2
By Kellie Cliffe
My name is Dave. Well, 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... I'm no longer Dave Jones 35, male, but Misty
Wright, 16, female.
---
I woke up from a weird dream. Then I felt soft breasts rubbing
against my nightdress and was wide awake. It hadn't been a dream
- it was real, I was lying in bed... a student's bed, in her very
pretty body
I knew I had to have a quiet chat with Misty in my body and
discover what was going to happen! I glanced at the slim lovely
fingers that were now my property. I lay there and rubbed my
fingers gently against my warm, moist vagina. It was so
incredible. Two days in this body and I had spent every spare
moment masturbating! I wasn't too sore though I thought I ought
to cut down a bit...
I got out of bed and walked over to the mirror. Misty's beautiful
face stared back at me. The lovely blue eyes, the long dark
hair... I smiled a pretty and charming smile, something that
Misty was extremely efficient at. Stuff it; I thought slipping
the nightdress off and slowly rubbing my breasts with one hand
and my womanhood with my other. This was TOO good!
---
"Alright Misty! " shouted Misty's best friend Vicki as I walked
across the playground. I gave her a wave and a smile and then
headed over for some gossip. I was getting used to this already!
One thing that I would not get used to was that most of the
classes were the usual boring stuff, taught in the usual boring
way - no wonder Misty enjoyed my lessons so much. I always tried
to make school interesting and talked to the students like they
were real people.
As history was getting over, I kept glancing up at the clock,
seeing that it was almost time for lunch and remembering that
Vicki was meeting me. At that moment the bell rang, signifying
the end of class and the beginning of lunch and I knew that I had
to find my body, soon.
A short while later, I walked into the lunchroom, glancing a
little nervously around me and hoping that no one realized that I
was actually a 35 year-old male. The thought that someone, anyone
would point her out and start laughing, saying "Look, Mr. Jones
is dressed in Misty's clothes!" kept popping into my head. In
fact nobody seemed to notice anything different about me at all.
After several minutes, I was almost surprised to see a very
familiar face. My old body was sitting and eating at a table with
a couple of female teachers, including Miss Hands, who I really
fancied but could never chat to, too shy I guess. He smiled,
knowing exactly how I felt. After all, (s)he'd gone through it as
well. I shivered at the thought of how strange it was. How
unbelievable.
"Maybe I'll go insane." I mused to myself. Vicki came into the
lunchroom and we ended up chatting about Mike, Ian and Matt with
lots of giggling.
As we left the lunchroom I came to a fast stop as I ran into
someone, barely catching my balance in time to keep from falling.
I saw that the person I'd collided with was nearly a foot taller
than me and athletic looking.
"Watch where you're going Misty!" My body said, grinning.
As he started to turn away, I gulped and shakily asked, "Can I
have a chat with you please, Mr. Jones?"
As soon as the words where out of her mouth I as surprised at
herself for saying them. Vicki was giving me a weird look.
"Oh yes, Misty... that assignment." He said. "Come and have a
quick chat now, before I go to do my marking. She won't be long
Vicki."
I gave Vicki a smile and she returned a grin and a wink.
We walked along a fairly busy corridor without a word and entered
my (now his) room.
"So Misty, what can I do for you?"
My heart skipped a beat. Was this Misty in my body or was this
going to become a nightmare? He had obviously seen the look on my
face because he started to laugh.
"Enjoying my body then? Yours is very interesting. Who'd have
thought I would get to play with my favorite teacher's dick?!"
"I'm enjoying myself immensely thanks. But how long will this
last?"
"Why? Are you planning on videoing yourself so you have a
memento?"
"No... well, I am now!" I replied with a smile.
He grinned. "I think another 5 days or so will be fun... A week
in total?"
"Okay," I smiled. That put my mind at ease.
"Anyway," he said, "I have a date with Miss Hands tonight."
I felt my face redden at her name. She still had an effect on me,
and I was also pussied now... I gave him the thumbs up and left
to re-join her (my?) friends.
---
Without consciously thinking about where I was going I found
myself walking out the side exit of the school and to the steps
behind it. When I got there I was almost surprised to notice
there were already students there. How had I known where to go?
"Hey Misty!" a red-headed girl said.
"Emma!" I answered with a nod, not sure how I knew her name.
Maybe I had taught her at some stage. Emma flicked the cigarette
butt that I hadn't even noticed, then reached into her pocket and
pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She pulled one out and then held
the pack to me.
"Do want one?" she asked.
I shook my head, not sure whether Misty ever smoked, hoping she
didn't and not wanting to pollute her lungs if she was a
nonsmoker.
When the bell finally rang, signifying that lunch was over and to
head for the next class, I looked around for Vicki who I hadn't
found yet. What WAS next period anyway?
It didn't take me long before I found her next class, something
which was made easier by Vicki running over to me and pulling me
along. As I walked into the classroom, I groaned aloud in
disgust. It was Mrs. Dyson's French class. I couldn't bear her
when I was her colleague and now I was one of her students. What
a nightmare.
Mrs. Dyson stood in front of her desk, giving every student who
walked in a scrutinizing look. Then she looked at me and said, "I
hope you plan to pay attention today Ms. Wright. After the quiz
yesterday you'll have to do better if you want to pass this
class." Then with that she turned to the next student.
"It's going to be a long lesson," whispered Vicki. I managed to
struggle through the class, my French skills being a lot better
than Misty's. In fact I gave a good account of myself, er,
herself. Or whatever... Then it was onto P.E.
I was surprised by my own reactions in the changing room.
Although I was fascinated by being on the other side of the
fence, I did not get the sexual thrill that I would have
expected. I was just another girl now. And one of the best-
looking too. Vicki was a major exception. Her body was perfect,
athletic and lithe. I felt myself staring at her and becoming
wet. I climbed into the navy skirt and red shirt. It felt quite
natural to wear a skirt already.
As I started walking to the mirror to get a look at myself, to
see what I actually looked like again, especially in the P.E.
kit.
Suddenly I was tempted to climb into one of the bathroom stalls
and strip the clothes off of myself. But that impulse wasn't
followed, partly because the class was about to start and partly
because I could wait until I got home to masturbate again.
Once class actually started, I stood back and tried not to take
part in the volleyball game any more than I had to. I had rarely
played and I knew that Misty was an excellent sportswoman. I did
not want to be found out.
When P.E. was finally over, I sighed with relief and quickly
changed clothes before going to her next class. I couldn't wait
to get out of school for the day. I didn't like school as a
student, at least not classes - chatting with students and
hanging with Vicki was great... but Mrs. Dyson has reminded me of
all the things I had forgotten about school.
Vicki made my day by asking me to her house the following evening
for a pyjama party. I instantly had butterflies of excitement -
would I get to see her naked? I eagerly accepted.
---
I went down to Vicki's the following evening having not seen my
own body all day. We ordered pizza and lay in front of 'Charlie's
Angels' on video. I couldn't help myself. Here I was with the
sexiest female I had ever met. As the movie progressed I moved
closer and closer to Vicki. She turned and cuddled me and we
watched the rest of the video holding each other. Finally the end
credits rolled up.
"You know," Vicki said quietly, sounding somewhat embarrassed,
"I've always had this fantasy." I looked at her in as controlled
a manner as I could. She turned red, then continued, "I've always
wanted to... try kissing another girl. And I was wondering... "
She looked at me seductively, and I felt nervous. This was as
nerve-wracking as trying to work up the courage to work out Miss
Hands!
Gently she reached for me, gauging my reaction. Of course I
didn't pull away and she bent forward and kissed me, awkwardly at
first, then a little more passionately. I was kissing her right
back, finding myself getting aroused. Very aroused.
Within minutes we had both stripped each other of our outer
clothing and found ourselves in her bed. The kissing became more
intense and she smiled at me and told me that it was probably
just a phase and that she was glad that I felt the same. I
reached between her thighs, trembling slightly as I did so. She
was wet. She tensed briefly.
"Do you masturbate?" I asked.
"Of course. You KNOW that!" she laughed.
"Can I try something else then?" I asked.
She just nodded and laid her head back onto the pillow. My hand
glided up her right thigh, moving closer and closer to the top.
They parted and I moved my hand under the crotch band of her
white panties. My fingers began to massage her vagina through the
silk. Vicki's eyes flew open and she gasped. I began to rub her
clitoris. I could feel her tummy start to ripple as her panting
became stronger. I thought it was now or never and moved my head
down. She smelled gorgeous and I was licking away as if I hadn't
eaten in months.
Suddenly I gasped as I felt my own vagina being rubbed. Vicki
slowly moved us into a 69 and I was treated to some licking from
her. I orgasmed like I never thought was possible. Long powerful
shakes running through my body. Eventually we were both spent and
drifted to sleep cuddling each other naked.
---
The next few days were wonderful though Vicki showed no sign of
wanting a repeat performance, which I regretted but understood.
We had talked the next morning about masturbatory fantasies.
Her's was me! (Mr. Jones that is...) I agreed, stifling a giggle.
February the 21st came and went without me seeing Misty and I
went to bed as had become normal, masturbating my wonderful pussy
until I almost passed out.
---
I awoke to find myself not in Misty's bed but in my own. And I
wasn't alone. I could feel a pleasant sensation building in me as
I awoke and realised that I was going to cum. Not a female
orgasm, but a good old-fashioned male explosion. I was being
given a blowjob!
After the orgasm subsided a head popped up from under the sheets.
It was Miss Hands, Charlene to her friends. This was turning out
to be some week! I was feeling rampant and before too long was
screwing Charlene for all I was worth. She was quite vocal and I
enjoyed all the old sensations of masculinity.
At 7.15 she got up and said she was popping home before heading
for school. I told her that I would see her there. I lay back in
the bed when suddenly I noticed an envelope pinned to the notice-
board opposite my bed. I jumped up and looked at it. It was in my
own hand-writing.
Inside was a letter thanking me for the use of my body and hoping
that I had enjoyed Misty's. There was also a PS:
This will not be a one-off unless you want it to be! You
KNOW where the card is... all you have to do is ask!
PPS. If you are alone, look in the bottom drawer of your
bedside cupboard. Enjoy!
---
I opened the drawer and found a videotape. I raced over to the
TV, turned it on and sat back. The first 45 minutes or so were of
Misty masturbating herself loudly. She talked to 'me' throughout.
She finished masturbating and then the image on the screen said,
"And now for the feature presentation!"
A figure moved away from the camera. It was me. Or at least Misty
inside my body. She masturbated himself to orgasm and smiled at
the camera. The scene then cut to my bedroom and I was treated to
3 hours of my body fucking the living daylights out of Charlene.
I didn't want to feel inadequate, but Misty seemed to be doing a
much better job with my body than I normally did! Maybe some time
as a woman would improve my performance!
I smiled to myself. How would Misty react if and when she found
out about Vicki and I? And how long would she resist borrowing my
body again? I know that I was becoming quite happy in her hot
body. Hopefully it would be soon.
The End?
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