"Connie, who succeeded Lenin?" Ms. Glendale suddenly asked Connie, giving her a stern glare.
"I don't know, Bismarck?" she guessed.
"Bismarck? What kind of answer that? Are you paying any attention at all?"
No, Connie did in fact not pay attention. Listening to Ms. Glendale was about as boring as anything could be. She was tempted to answer a cheeky "no", but she held herself back. Why did Ms. Glendale single out her specifically? There were plenty of other students also not paying attention she could have asked, she'd been constantly pestering Connie. She wondered if maybe she disliked her because of jealousy. The old haggard woman might be terrible envious at young and pretty Connie. This causing her to lash out at innocent her. She thought that had to be it.
"Just pay attention from now on, young lady."
"Yes Ms. Glendale." she unenthusiastically replied.
Ms. Glendale resumed her teaching. "Bla bla bla". She probably couldn't be more boring if she tried.
"Connie." Melissa whispered from her side. "Were you busy fantasizing about Kendall?"
"I just can't manage to listen to this. She's so boring." Connie whispered back.
"True. I'm struggling myself, but I know you were thinking about your boyfriend. I could see it on your face." Melissa smiled.
Melissa was correct. Connie was thinking about Kendall. That is until her thoughts were interrupted by Ms. Bitchy. She couldn't wait until this class was over, so that she and Kendall could fuck. That was the one advantage of their change, the sex was absolutely amazing.
Melissa was a person, who Connie had discovered apparently was her friend. Outside of Kendall, everyone thought their new selves were normal. Connie had found her parents treating her like she'd always been a girl, and when she came to school, she had a bunch of new social relations. Melissa the most significant one, being somewhat of a best friend to Connie. She'd found it awkward at first, afraid she'd mess up, having no memories of her supposed friend. Well she started out with one memory. As a man he had fucked Melissa at a party one time. However, after spending some time with Melissa, Connie had found herself getting very much along with her new friend. Their conversations naturally flowed. Melissa shared Connie's sense of humor. She'd miss her if she ever changed back
At this point, almost a month had passed since Connor first changed. They still had no idea if they would ever change back. Really, they had no proof of their previous lives other than memories. A scary idea was if this was all in their heads, and that they never actually changed in the first place. Connie didn't believe that. She knew her memories were true. She'd become male again, somehow. Until that happened there was nothing wrong in enjoying this body for all it was worth.
Connie felt her phone vibrate. Probably a message from Kendall. She stealthily looked at her phone under the table. "I am so horny. I can't stop thinking about your fat tits. I want to fuck my little slut." the message read. Connie smiled. She loved getting lewd messages from Kendall. She'd encouraged him. He had found it awkward at first, using dirty language, but Connie assured him that that was what she wanted.
"Hey Connie, what are you smiling at? Let me see! Let me see!" Melissa whispered.
Connie turned her phone towards Melissa, still trying to keep it out of ms Glendale's view.
Melissa audibly giggled when she saw the message. Ms. Glendale hearing this, shot the girls an ugly stare. Their little conversation was interrupted. Connie looked at the clock. Only ten more minutes. No point in trying to get into the subject now. Ten more minutes. She should survive.
Finally, after what felt like much more than ten minutes, class was over. Connie waved Melissa goodbye. She rushed out of the classroom. Kendall. Kendall. Where was Kendall? He had math with Mr. Russel right? So that meant, oh, she saw him. There he was
"Kendall!" she greeted him.
"Connor, how about going back to your place?" he replied, his lewd intentions obvious.
"Yes! Let's do that." she beamed.
Together, they started walking out of the school. Occasionally, Kendall would sneak glances down Connie's neckline. She found it cute, both in how he was embarrassed, and in how he couldn't help himself but to look. She enjoyed wearing this shirt. The cleavage it displayed was a magnet to boys' eyes. Being sexy and drawing eyes was fun. It was how she handled this weird change, being sexy and having sex. While her gender was flipped, she still got have her fun.
Kendall made a good-looking guy. Built and handsome, resembling the idealized image of a blond surfer. Just the appearance, Kendall didn't actually surf. God, she wanted to go down on his huge cock already. She wished they could just teleport home.