Spent, Jake allowed himself to drift off to sleep, hazily noting that he was a snorer now. With every breath his furry chest rose and fell, and Jake fell down into a deep slumber...
Jake awoke with a wide yawn and stretched, for a second he didn't remember where he was, but it all came rushing back, He grinned and jumped off the bed. 'Weird,' he thought, 'I feel different.' Waving that thought away, convinced that it was just a matter of being unused to his new body, he walked over to the spacious bathroom. He was still covered in cum from his little expedition and wanted to take a quick shower (as well as another excuse to run his hands all over his teacher's body. When he reached the sink however, he did a double take. Instead of Mr. Henderson's face, he saw his own. Looking down he realized he was himself again, lanky and pale, a sparse handful of of body hair; a splatter of Sullivan's sperm still on his skin.
"What? How? What- what happened?" Jake asked himself in a panic, patting himself down realizing that this was indeed his own body. If he was back to his own self, Jake figured, then so must Mr. Henderson! He looked around the bathroom and the bedroom, Henderson was nowhere in sight and his clothes still lay discarded in a pile on the floor. Not knowing what else to do, Jake focused his power to enter his ghost mode. However, something was off, instead of feeling lighter, Jake felt a lot heavier. He opened his eyes and looked into the mirror, staring back with the same expression of shock and confusion was Mr. Henderson. Jake looked down, everything was back: the meaty body, the forest of hair, the impressive package, everything. Confused, but he decided to let it be. Jake stood there, stroking his stubble, considering what he should do next.