It was hard for Henry to remain focused the entire day at school. He was more spacer than usual, blanking staring out the window and imagining just what was going to happen that night. Things were just the opposite when he was in Ms. Burrieza's class.
Every move she made he watched and studied. He'd soon be inhabiting her body, if the worst case scenario occurred he'd have to pose as his own Spanish teacher. Suddenly, he was regretting not paying more attention in class as Spanish was never his strongest language. Maybe he'd spend more time that night learning while wearing the suit...
As Ms. Burrieza walked past him, her huge bottom bouncing up and down, Henry's stares caught the attention of one of his classmates.
"You certainly seem into the lesson, Henry." whispered Betty Bleu, a look of annoyance on her face.
Henry blushed and quickly mumbled the words. "S-Sorry, was just distracted is all."
Betty just huffed. "I'll bet you were..."
Betty went on angrily ignoring Henry the rest of the class despite his attempts to shoot her an apologetic look. It probably looked like he was eyeing his teacher, but there was no way Betty would ever guess why he had been doing it and what he was planning to do.
~
School felt like it had went on for an eternity by the time Henry was safely in his room. He had made up an excuse with his parents that he hadn't been feeling well and didn't want to eat any supper, they easily believed it because a flu had been going around the school over the past week. For good measure though, he locked the door.
"Finally..." he said, making his way towards the closet.
After digging around in the darkest pits of his clothing burial ground, he eventually found the bag with, to his relief, the deflated Burrieza skin inside. He had feared that someone might have discovered it despite his best efforts to conceal it. All of a sudden he was extremely nervous. He had talked himself into doing this over the school day, but he didn't expect to actually get to this point.
"Come on...Just do it...What's the worst that can happen?" he encouraged himself.
Stripping down, he laid the suit over his bed as he struggled to kick his clothes off. Once that was done, he grabbed the small skin of his Spanish teacher and held it out in front of him. There was only one way to get in. He had to stretch the mouth open to fit himself inside. This was easier than he initially thought it would be as the skin seemed to almost expand like it was made of a loose spandex material.
When the mouth was wide enough, he took two steps inside. Instantly his legs were greeted with a soothing warmth, like they had been wrapped with a thick wool blanket. The pleasant feeling only seem to spread as Henry worked the mouth of the suit up his naked body. Any fear he had of working this suit dissolved under the pure pleasure that the skin seemed to radiate.
Once the suit was at about chest level, he had to fit his arms inside just as he had his toes and feet. All that was left was the mask part of the suit which easily gulped his head as the hair dangled down. Henry aligned the eye sockets as a cooling rush coursed through his own skin. It was like he and the suit had merged, he could feel the cold of the room and the air blowing the the tiniest hairs on the skin.
He looked in his mirror and practically jumped back as a taller and thinner Ms. Burrieza stared back at him. He really could not tell that just moments ago this suit had merely been a flimsy costume hiding within his closet.
"This is too weird..." he said, moving his hands over his body. "...But nice..."
He felt sort of snug and compressed, like the suit was tightening every second. But it was in a nice sort of way. It was cozy and warm and Henry didn't want to do anything else but sleep all of a sudden.
"Maybe just a little nap then..." he mumbled. Waking up early that morning had finally gotten to him and he grabbed a handful of pajamas before clambering into bed.
When he was mostly dressed and comfortable under his thick bed sheets, which he felt with even more sensitivity for some reason, he drifted off into a peaceful dream about grading Spanish tests.
The next morning...
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