The mean and old Mrs. Bird! When I awoke, I awoke to a loud stir. Voices were shouting at one another, desks were being pushed, and overall it was mass hysteria. When I opened my eyes, all I could see was a dark wooden panel. I lifted a hand to grab a hold and let myself up when I saw my hand. It was aged, wrinkled, and the nails were a light pink/purple-ish color. Instantly my stomach sank and I was afraid to look at whose body I was in. Deciding to ignore myself for the moment, I lifted myself up to find myself in front of a teacher's desk. "Well, that explains the wood" I thought to myself. As I looked about I began to realize just whose classroom and, unfortunately, who's body I was in. Mrs. Janet Bird. What a b**ch. She had a reputation for being the meanest teacher in the entire school and it was definitely a well-earned reputation at that. I looked down to see myself wearing lavender-esque colored blouse with a turtleneck-like collar. The blouse was filled out with, now my generous D cup tits and slightly pudging out stomach. Mrs. Bird wasn't only mean, but kind of gross to look at. She always wore tight clothes that showed off her sagging, bulging skin. We're talking muffin-tops, well-defined love handles, thick thighs, and some semblance of an ass to stick out more than it needed to. Below the lavender blouse, were black slacks that, like I mentioned earlier, hugged my new body a little too tight. I reached my hands back and had them grope my new ass. I knew I should be disgusted, but it only sent pleasure through my body. Mrs. Bird was kind of really, REALLY horny...
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