It was ten past three on a Friday afternoon, ten minutes before the end of the college week. I was in Drama class, rehearsing a romantic scene of a play for my exam. I felt confident with my acting that afternoon, but my partner, Bryony Evans, wasn't feeling too comfortable. Her arms were wrapped around me, she puckered her lips and slowly approached my face. But before any contact was made, she released me and stepped away. "I can't do this," she screamed, "I can't do this!"
I was puzzled by this turn of events, but then our teacher, the attractive thirty seven year old Zoe Huffman, came in between us. She was wearing a red, floral, skimpy mini dress and a pair of high-heels, but nothing much else. "Wait a minute Bryony," she said while the class watched on, "Let me show you how it's done." With this said, Zoe approached me and wrapped her arms around me. I started to sweat as she looked into my eyes seductively. I knew that she was acting, but it was a pleasure nonetheless. Then she puckered her lips. I puckered my lips, and we closely approached each other until our lips connected. It felt awkward kissing the teacher, but at that point, we both closed our eyes and something happened.
With my eyes closed, I felt dizzy. The kiss was long and passionate, and I heard the rest of the class cheering me on. Finally we released our lip lock, but when I opened my eyes I realized that something terrible had happened. I looked up to see my own face, looking down upon me, with a shocked expression. I realized that my arms were wrapped around what I presumed to be my body. I withdrew my arms, only to look in horror to see that my usual manly arms were now slim and smooth.
I took a step back in fright. I lowered my arms down my waist, realizing that they it was much more wider than I remembered. My hands then worked their way up to my chest, only to find two cloth-covered protrusions coming out of my chest. I looked down to see that this was truly not my body. I tilted my head back up to face what used to be my body, who was equally shocked at this event. I presumed that somehow, someway, Zoe and I must have switched bodies!
Realizing that the class was awaiting something to happen, I rushed out of the room, struggling to rush in high-heels. Zoe Huffman, who was now stuck in my body, followed me out of the room and slammed the door shut.
Panicking, I screamed at Zoe, shuddering at the sound of my new feminine voice. "What the heck just happened!?"
Zoe, amazed by her transformation, answered me. "I don't know. This is really freaky!"
"I don't know how," I continued, tugging on the mini dress that rode high above my new thighs, "But somehow we must have switched bodies!"
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