When I came to my senses, I realized I was now standing up in front of a classroom. I immediately knew something was wrong. I was in a different classroom, and when I looked down at my body, I realized I had long blonde hair and considerable breasts. It didn't take a genius to realize that somehow, I had become Miss Walsh, the hottest teacher in school. She was a complete ditz to the point that there was a strong rumor that she got a job here by sleeping with a higher ranking teacher. This argument was strengthened when she got engaged to Mr. Rooney, a young English teacher.
Even though she was engaged, there were rumors that she had slept with a few students, and a senior named Kyle Powers claimed he was among the lucky few; I'd heard his story, and it was very convincing. It wasn't a stretch; Miss Walsh always unbuttoned her shirt to show off her considerable cleavage to get attention from the male students.
I hadn't even noticed that the whole class was freaking out. People were having fistfights and yelling for their bodies back. Whatever happened, it happened to everyone.
"Uh... class, settle down?" I asked. Some of the students actually listened (I assumed they were male.) "Miss Walsh, what happened? " asked a student.
"Uhm...I'm not Miss Walsh, and I have no idea." I replied with haste. I noticed whoever was in the body of Darla Hyland was staring at my rack.
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