Ms. Cho’s red pencil skirt from when she taught here. She was a teacher’s assistant from China who had come over here for a year or so before being transferred to another school out West. You remembered she was particularly good looking despite her age. Many kids guessed how old she actually was as well as some other words about meeting with her in a private and lewd scenario. You continued to stand still as your eyes looked over at her clothes that had been left behind ever since the paintball event that had stained her clothes. Yet here they lied, all cleaned along with her entire outfit she wore that day.
Unable to tear your eyes away from the skirt, you just had to try it on. Slipping off your pants, you attached the skirt to your waist and zipped the back up completely. With it fully on, you felt a great warmth slowly make its way down your body. The skirt felt tight but would slowly begin to feel better fitting suddenly. Your hands felt along your body as it would gently alter the shape of your waist. Keeping your mouth covered with both hands, a moan would slip through while the rest of her clothes would remain untouched.
You just couldn’t help yourself. Ridding yourself of your clothes until you were fully nude save for the skirt, you began with the bra. It took a while to figure out how things went but eventually you put it in without any trouble. Next came the panties which was simple enough. It wasn’t long before both would feel uneasy and warm like your waist had done. Your chest would shrunk as your breasts surged forward from your pecs, stopping at a C cup. Your cock would be swallowed by a mass of flesh as you had to press against your mouth from moaning loudly at how good it felt. After a brief tingle of stimulation, a hand felt down to confirm that you were no longer male.
Unable to stop, your arms moved on their own as they slipped on the pantyhose over your legs. They too, suffered the same warmth before losing all of their hair and becoming soft and womanly. Crossing them for a moment, the feel of the material brushing against your bare legs was almost too much to bare. Finding her red heels, you slipped them on as your feet shrunk to fill the shoes nicely.
The white blouse was the final piece remaining as you put it in with very little issue. Your male body was still much to large as it strained the small top. Although you had managed to zip it up, it was still constricting. After a few moments went by the warmth returned as your shoulders slimmed, your arms lost their hair and fit the blouse perfectly. Your felt your height shrink down until you now just barely passed 5’4” without heels on.
Now fully dressed in Ms. Cho’s clothing, you noticed her purse would be hanging on one of the hooks nearby. Inside would be her make up case, which was taken out quickly as your hands moved in their own. They moved in a flurry as a feeling of confidence swelled within you. Eyeliner and lipstick was applied as if you had done this a thousand times before. Closing your eyes, the world would shift a bit as everything appeared more wide. A hairbrush came next as it straightened your hair, not noticing as it grew down to your shoulders.
When it was finished, you slipped the brush back into your purse and slipped it over your shoulder. In the mirror nearby would be Ms. Cho. A brief headache came your way. Why would you refer to yourself like you weren’t you? You came in here because you left your purse here overnight and came to get it. “Dat was weird.” You day with a thick Asian accent, a little surprised. “Da razy brown fox...” You began before shaking your head again. You were still getting used to English, though a few people had told you it was a cute accent.
Stepping out of the closet and back into the hallway, you made your way to an empty classroom that you felt was yours. Opening the door, you went towards the desk and saw “Ms. Cho” as a nameplate alongside documents and stacks of social studies work. As you prepared for class, thoughts of your time with you secret lover would come to mind. The two of you had met every day after school for “personal development”. That male just so happened to be...