Waking up to a blaring phone alarm was a normal occurrence for you. However you had always had it set to the standard ringtone, not whatever was blaring out of it now. You fumbled for the phone trying to silence the music screaming out of it, but found it difficult to switch off. Grabbing at the phone it felt larger and different in your hand. As you tried to tap at the screen the clicking of your nails on the screen did nothing to stop the noise. Pulling the phone closer to your face, the noise got more intense, as the brightness of the screen blinded you temporarily, as you stared.
Gone was your Samsung and in its place a slim Iphone.
Confused to poked at the screen trying to snooze the unfamiliar alarm. As you finally got it right, you noticed your long nails, shiny and lavender in color. They clicked against the screen as you traced them up the long dark female fingers.. You rubbed your eyes, feeling a strangely different face. Reaching for your glasses, you found you no longer had them on your nightstand, nor anywhere to be found. Blinking several times, the room suddenly focused as you screamed.
The girlish shriek echoed through the empty house as the room was filled with girlish items, and clothes. Apparently the woman you now were just as messy before. However as you hopped out of the bed, you found yourself nearly bouncing to the floor. Your new chest was heavy and swollen, as large breasts hung in front of you unsupported. The dark nipples enticing you to touch and play with them, and matching toenails popping into view just past the dark cleavage. Tracing a slim finger across them sent jolts of electricity surging through your new frame. You pulled away reluctantly wanting to find out what happened.
Searching the room it seemed huge to you. Long gone were your days as the 6’ 3” “Mr. Johnson”, the tallest teacher working at the school. Also long gone was your manhood, as you fingers found a damp slit between your legs, one beginning to wake up due to your probing. It did confirm however you were no longer a white male, but confidently a black woman now.
You hobbled over to the bathroom, ignoring the wide array of cosmetics and shampoos, and the heavy sway of your new breasts. You jumped into the shower, finding your body on autopilot as muscle memory began running through a female cleansing routine. Strange shampoos and soaps began were pulled as you studied your new body. You were short, and stacked, finding it near impossible to reach the showerhead. However the shower was hard to navigate as your perky swollen new ass threatened to knock half the shower to the floor with each turn and shimmy.
You watched yourself in the mirror apply makeup and do up your new dark locks of hair. You felt like you should be panicked, but a strange sense of calm and urgency was replacing the anxiety. Your work badge showed you still taught the same class at the same school. You knew they needed their teacher for exam prep this week, even if you were now “Ms. Johnson”.
You gulped to yourself as the tight dress pulled your firm and sexy body into its tight embrace. The snugness of the material was borderline indecent, but it was the best you could do with being a woman for all of an hour. You found yourself checking your body in the mirror, a strange alien confidence swelling in you, as you slipped into a pair of tall heels. The tell tale click-clack as you walked out the door showing this was clearly not your first time.
As students filed into the room, you sat sipping your coffee, feeling the male students eyes practically tearing the dress from your body. The thought both disgusted you but also made the pride swell inside. The alien feeling made you feel much more self aware then anything. As you began class, you found yourself taking careful strides and small steps to avoid tripping on your tight dress. As you turned to face the class after writing on the chalkboard, you heard several snickers from across the class. Sighing, your hand swatted at your ass, brushing the chalk dust you had accumulated. Each time your turned, your ass seemed to grab something. The boys in class quickly quieted however as you brushed your rear, giving them quite the show as the flesh jiggled softly.
By the end of clash your face was flushed a semi permanent shade of red, knowing throughout the session the boys had been incredibly attentive, yet when called on were perplexed. Apparently your new form had quite the reputation for getting attention in class. Still you felt embarrassed, as your bouncy rear seemed to do most of the work. However as you scrolled through your phone in the break room, clearly “Ms Johnson” was no stranger to letting her cleavage do the work either. As you tried to relax and clear your head, and finally figure out why this was happening, you felt a firm hard slap your rear. You squealed girlishly in surprise before finding a fellow instructor grinning broadly. You wanted to slap him, or crush his junk with your stiletto, but your body felt a new hunger and desire swell inside. You recognized the attraction you felt, as your body began to move on autopilot once more.
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