The Substitute Chapter 3
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Title: The Substitute
Part: 2
Author: Kristen Moore
Description: This part provides mainly information of events that
happened before the change and does not progress the story much
Note: Thanks for reading my story. I was so excited about posting my
first story that I forgot a few things.
Quick Synopsis: Harold is a 27 year old math that got sacked for an
illicit relation with a fellow student. After a series of puzzling events
he is now in the bathroom looking at what seems to be a girl's body.
Part 1:
As he looks down, he sees that he is not only naked but there are two
mounds of flesh attached to his chest and his fingers are feeling a slit
instead of the normal feel of his manhood.
Part 2:
Harold can't believe what he is feeling with his fingers. He tries to get
a better view of his equipment or rather the lack of but he just can not
seem to find a position that his new bodily contours are not getting in
his field of view. He tries to bend his spine but his whole torso feels
like it is solid. He doesn't realise that his headache is gone or exactly
when it vanished.
He needs a mirror and fast. There is one in the bathroom next to him but
it is just big enough to look at his face, he needs a full length mirror.
He remembers that there is a full length mirror in Matt's room. If there
is one place in the flat where he usually didn't want to go was
definitely Matt's room. Matt was a really nice guy but his room was
disgusting. In fact Harold was quite amazed with just how he could get so
many one nighters to sleep in his room. Even when he had girlfriends,
usually girls that Harold actually got a name of or who would be there
for more than one night. Harold even thought that he was going steady
with this girl who he thought was named, Amanda. Matt's definition of
going steady did not exclude having other girls on the side.
The reason Harold knew about the full length mirror was that about a
month ago, before Matt went on holidays with Amanda, there was a girl
calling for help from Matt's room. Harold was used to hearing strange
sounds from Matt's room and would usually ignore them but they sounded
genuine. He talked to the girl and apparently she was trapped and needed
to use the bathroom. He really didn't want to go into the room and asked
what happened and apparently Matt and her were having a good time when
they ran out of booze and Matt went to get some but she needed to use the
bathroom urgently. Still not understanding he asked her what the problem
was and she told him that she was handcuffed to the bed. He resigned
himself to enter the room to help her. He opened the door and before he
stepped inside the room he could already smell the perspiration mixed in
with a musky odour. The smell was quite strong. Nevertheless he continued
and looked inside and saw a naked chubby woman that looked like she was
in her 40s lying on the bed with handcuffs around her wrists binding her
hands to the headboard and she looked like she was in distress specially
with her thighs clamped together. He thought this was weird but yet again
not unexpected. Since she was not his type, he didn't pay much attention
to her even though she was in a state of undress. He asked her if she
knew where the keys were and she told him it was in her purse. He asked
her if she knew where her purse was but she had no clue except somewhere
in the room. He was now forced to look around the room for the lady's
purse and he saw the full length mirror inside the door of the wardrobe.
He eventually found the purse and keys and unlocked the lady. After she
was done she asked him to lock her up again and he complied.
Harold gets off the toilet and though not feeling quite so sturdy on his
legs he quickly half runs half stumbles to Matt's room. He pauses at the
door of Matt's room, inside the room, is the mirror and though he is
curious about his body he is also scared of what he will find. With his
trembling hand he grabs the knob and twists it, the door opens and he
steps in. It is dark inside the curtains are closed. He reaches for the
light switch. At the push of a button the light turns on. He avoids
looking around. He holds his breath not wanting to smell the stench of
sex permeating from that room. He still needs to breathe so with a look
of disgust on his face he breathes in. He is surprised. It doesn't smell
horrible but quite pleasant actually, he thinks maybe Matt cleaned up
before leaving. He tiptoes to the wardrobe and opens the door wide. As
the door opens, he catches a glimpse of the reflection and though he
knows there was going to be one, he almost jumped out of his skin. The
position of the wardrobe with respect to the light makes it hard for him
to have a good view of the reflection. He notices a switch in the
wardrobe, he pushes it but nothing happens. He sees a flashlight. He
turns it on. He uses it to illuminate part of his body.
He moves the door in order to get a better view. He looks at the
reflection in the mirror. He soon realises that the image is not of him
or rather not of the him that he remembers, but at least he can see his
new reflection now. Realising that his reflection is not his body he
closes his eyes trying one final time to ignore what he already knows is
the truth. He slowly looks down at the feet of the reflection. He was
never much of a foot person so looking at the feet he can't tell how much
different his new feet are but what he is sure of is that these feet are
not his. The feet in the mirror are petite and just look girly. The
twitching in his toes as he looks at them give it away that they are
actually part of his body. Summoning more of his courage his eyes venture
higher up his reflection. Thin and long calves which look silky smooth
with not a single hair on them not that he had a lot to begin with meet
his gaze. His eyes keep moving higher up the reflection and he is now
looking past the knees and looking at thin thighs, nothing too muscular
or fat just slim hairless thighs. Following from the thighs his eyes move
to his genitals. All he can see is hairless skin. He realises that he was
so nervous that he clamped his legs together. Although there is nothing
much to see he shudders and his right hand goes directly to his crotch
trying to hide his invisible member from view. The fingers hiding the
crotch area are a worse sight to him. He can see the foreign girly hands
with long fingers and nails. He moves his hand away as if he has just
touched a hot stove. This is due to not as much of the touch of his new
crotch, which he barely felt, but from the realisation that his hands are
no longer his hands anymore.
He tries to relax more before inspecting any upper parts of his body.
Moving his focus from his no longer masculine crotch to his navel, it is
the ratio of his hips to waist that is most disturbing. In his normal
body, his waist was a bit smaller than his hips but now they looked
unnaturally disproportionate, his waist looks like it is only 3/4 as wide
as his hips. This part of his body does not require the light from the
flash light so he turns it off and puts it back. He is breathing so
heavily he starts sweating and when his focus moves to his chest he
almost screams. Though his breasts are not big they are nevertheless
noticeable and way bigger than he ever expected them to be on him. If he
knew about breasts sizes, he would have known that he is just a C cup.
Again if he knew, just a C cup may not have been such a comforting
thought to him. Not wanting to see his feminised hands again he wraps his
arms around his chest trying to hide his mounds from view. Depressingly,
his feminine thin arms can hardly hide his mounds but they can hide his
big pink nipples from view. Attached to his arms are his shoulders and as
with rest of his body there is no sign of masculinity left in them. A
very pronounced jugular notch now marks the start of his thin neck.
Having roved over the rest of his body, his eyes are now going to have to
look at his face and there is no visible trace of his Adam's apple and
even when he swallows he can see no movement. His chin is smooth with no
trace of any facial hair, not even the usual soft fuzz present on women's
faces. Moving up to his lips, his thin lips are now soft glistening pouty
lips as much as he tries he can't keep them completely closed. Moving up
to his nose, his new one is way smaller and while breathing his nostrils
don't even move. Looking at his reflection in the eyes he can see why he
had problems keeping his eyes open, his lashes are long and look heavy.
His eyes shape is also different but the colour is still green.
Recognising his eye colour, is a relief as he can finally recognise one
feature from his former body. His eyebrows are now thin arks and the only
facial hair together with his eyelashes and they are both red. The hair
on his head is still red but was now arranged in a bun, which probably
meant that it is now way longer than he had it previously.
Seeing the full extent of the changes, he starts breathing heavily. This
new body while completely different from his previous one still feels
oddly familiar to him. Since the body he now possessed was that of a
girl, he expected it to look similar to that of his sister or his mom but
this is not the case. Though he had admittedly not seen either his sister
or mom in such a state of undress, he is sure that what he is looking at
now is nothing like theirs. He focuses on the face again, trying to
figure out where he has seen her before. The face looks like that of a
girl in her late teens, a youthfulness that had long gone from his
sister's or mother's face. As he attempts to find out who she reminds him
of he realises that this task is not easy since the more he focuses on
the face in the mirror, the more the reflection focuses back. Maybe it
looks like one of his colleagues but they are not that young. May be it's
one of his students. It suddenly hits him. It can't be. While it is not
exactly the same, it is quite close. Can it be that this is the reason
behind everything. He decides to test his reasoning. He moves his right
hand into position. He closes his eyes and using his right hand and
squeezes his left breast hard.
He almost jumps from the result. Or more accurately from the lack of
result. He can't feel anything. He thinks that if he was awake then it
would hurt and since he can't feel any pain in a dream, he is therefore
actually dreaming. Looking more closely at the face, he realises why it
feels familiar, it resembles his dream girl and was based on a porn
actress he was really fond of when he was younger. Being a dream he
decides to take some liberties with the new body. While looking at the
image of the girl in the mirror he backs away onto the bed and sits on
the bed. He then leans back and supports himself on an elbow while he
parts his legs and sees the girl showing a view of her bald lower lips.
He uses his fingers to gently part the new lips. He sees the light pink
colour of the flesh inside.
Part 3:
Becoming a substitute teacher.
To be continued.
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