As Ms. Quincy kept on teaching, you just couldn't bring yourself to focus on class - instead you were hyper-focusing on her hands, which just a moment ago belonged to you. As you sat there your mind drifted off... perhaps Ms Quincy will pleasure her husband tonight with her now masculine hands - that is, if she doesn't happen to notice something amiss. She certainly didn't seem to find anything off so far.
You on the other hand were completely aware of everything that was going on. As you took a peek at your hands beneath your desk, you caught a glimpse of your long slender fingers adorned in crimson polish. These hands, hands you've fantasized of time and time again stroking your cock, were now 100% yours.
For 30 days.
You were gonna have to get used to your new feminine hands. This thought turned you on but scared you a bit... how the heck were you going to play this off? What if someone notices?
As you sat there ruminating, twiddling your polish-clad thumbs, the bell suddenly rang. You got up and hastily gathered your things - you didn't want anyone to get a good look at your now dainty hands. Do you get out of class unscathed?
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