Snatching for the necklace, James felt the world swirl dizzyingly around him. His hands couldn't find the necklace. Instead finding the collar of his shirt. But other things were battling for his attention. The room was different, he felt the new sensation of glasses resting on his nose. His nails scratched against his neck, and everything... just everything felt wrong.
"何。。。"
He was startled by his voice. It was high, feminine and terrified. Distantly he recognised it as Japanese, shocked that he understood it. His hand sinking lower, he discovered the swell of a bust. He, No! She was female.
Her hands groped over her new body confirming she was fully female. Cheeks flaring, she felt herself start to panic.
"Perhaps a more studious environment." A prim voice suggested. Head snapping around James looked towards the blackboard, and the imperious figure there.
She looked entirely different, with no trace of her Latina heritage. But you recognise her tone, her posture, and a twinkle in her eye confirms it's Ms. Martinez.
She's barely any taller than you. Both on the horrifyingly petite side, but she's kept that confidence.
Her lush lips inspiring thoughts that you can't fulfil at the moment. A wish that you could just shut her up, picturing yourself jamming your cock down her throat. You shudder, as it switches to you choking down a cock. Sweat beads on your forehead, your cheeks flush, and a thrill you don't want to consider fires down your spine, settling in the pit of your stomach. A curiosity you don't want to satisfy.
As if she's read your mind, she plucks her glasses free. The glasses' leg teasing back and forth over her gorgeous lips.
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