Switcheroo

Rachael was already sweating and it wasn't even 8 in the morning yet. She had had the entire weekend to get accustomed to her new life, or at least the life she would have for the next couple of weeks. Now it was Monday and she was still struggling. Dropping books and files, tripping over her feet in the less than comfortable shoes and finding the material of her clothes more than a little bit itchy. Rachael was really just another spoiled brat. She was pretty, popular and dating one of the handsomest, most popular jocks in school and she loved lording her power over all te little people in school, and make no doubt about. She considered the entire faculty fell into that category, from Doris, the sweetest and nicest cafeteria lady, to her principal and even Greg Saunders. Her least favourite teacher. Mr. Saunders was only her least favourite because he consistently expected more from her. He didn't let her get away with anything and shut her studly boyfriend down quickl...

"Please Mrs. Adams. Don't make us do this. We promise that we'll be better students. We won't talk back to you, or talk out in class. Just give us back our bodies. Katie and Mandy will ruin any chance we have to get into a good College football program." Steve begged on his knees to his English teacher. "Yeah. I'll even put in an effort to bring my marks up. Anything you want me to do. Just get me out of this body. I feel so, so exposed." his friend and teammate Simon said. "Oh, believe me gentlemen, or is that ladies, when this little assignment is over, you'll have a better appreciation for the rules as well as the girls. They've told me how you disrespect them. From slapping their asses in school, to treating them like little sex toys outside of school, and even making them alter and 'sexy up' their school uniforms. The exact uniforms you are now wearing. That nice boy Jason told me all about the awful things you do to ...

"So was this a one time thing Mrs. Merryweather, or should we work out a regular schedule?" "Well, let me think about it Stefan, ok?" Damn! Why didn't it work for me?  Reg had been stuck in the body of his English teacher for ever a week now. Every day got  a little bit easier. First he noticed he could walk in her ridiculously high heels without any problems. Then he realised how easy it was to apply her make up, do her hair and pick out a nice outfit. Then, after taking a couple days off sick, he realised he knew everything about the school lesson plan and what was coming up on the curriculum. He also seemed to know various things about her past, details about her friends and family. He had decided to go back to her job as he felt he could successfully pass as Mrs. Elizabeth Merryweather without too much trouble. This would give him an opportunity to try and find a way to fix this, or at least find a new male body. Mrs. Merryweather, in his old body, a...

"What do you mean I better get dressed before my next class gets here? I don't understand what's going on? My am I over there? What's this weight on my chest?"  Reg didn't now what to think when his teacher, Mrs. Maryweather, had asked him to stay after class. After telling him that she was well aware of his actions in class, Reg really started sweating. He wasn't sure what she was talking about but thought it couldn't be good. That's when his teacher stepped up to him and slowly ran her hand up the front of his pants, causing him to get hard right away. "I know you've been paying more attention to me than to your lessons young man. I can feel your eyes on my ass every time I'm at the board, and I have to say...I like it!" Reg's cock immediately got harder than it had ever been, or so he thought until Mrs. Maryweather took her form hugging purple top off and threw it casually on the back of her chair. That's when his...

"Now Jessica, you shouldn't be coming to my house before school. It's very inappropriate. Thankfully my husband has already left for work so you don't embarrass us both". "I'm not Jessica,and I am not a 16 year old girl. You are! Now give me back my body you little bitch!" "Oh Jessica, I'm Mrs. Matthews, your English teacher. I'm a 36 year old woman, married to a wonderful man. I can understand why you'd want to be just like me, and if you work and study hard, one day you will be.." "Why are you doing this to me?" "Well, JESSICA. If you hadn't said that you thought you could teach my class better than I could, I wouldn't have said I like to see you try. After all, can you imagine what would have happened if magic was real? I might really be regretting it now."  "Please! Switch us back. I'll let you run the class for a week. Two weeks. I'll admit to the other students that you're ...