Mike looked around, still having no idea of where he actually was, let alone who he actually was. He spied a purse on the counter in the kitchen and thought that might be a good idea. As he got up, he could feel his underwear uncomfortably ride up his large butt, he could feel the underwire of his bra dig into his fleshy sides, and the tautness of the floral print dress against his large body felt incredibly foreign.
With each step, his brain was being sent into overdrive as it tried to process the jiggling of the pendulous breasts, and the quiver of each calf and thigh as he plodded over to the purse. Finally reaching his destination, Mike reached out with one of his delicate hands and began rummaging, looking for any sign of identification. Finally, he found a small wallet and opened it up.
Sheila Laimbeer, he read. 5'6", 180lbs, 43 years old. He shivered, thinking about being stuck like this for the rest of his life.
<a href="https://thumb-p2.xhcdn.com/a/IPYjTP6fXlsOIpwLQj7bkg/000/389/260/922_10 00.jpg" target="_blank"><b>Ms. Laimbeer, Mike's math teacher</b></a>
Shaking his head in an attempt to clear his mind, Mike started looking around his new surroundings. So if I'm in Ms. Laimbeer's body, does that mean she's in mine? he pondered to himself. It was so weird, everything felt different. Mike always knew Ms. Laimbeer was bigger, but not really fat. It was just so strange feeling the breasts move with each step and gesture. He could feel his ass cheeks rise and fall with every single step. And it was so strange feeling someone else's tongue and teeth inside of his own mouth. Literally every part of him was completely new... and yet somehow so much older.
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