As I sat at the teacher's desk staring into the quiet classroom, I felt a sense of bloating in my stomach. "Ugh...did I chug the coffee too quickly?" I wondered, as I thought that I might have gulped too much air as I drank. (My mouth was dry from all that talking.) Massaging my new belly under Ms. Jessica's smooth white shirt, I sort of enjoyed the new slim feeling of my midsection. "Ms. Jessica must be taking a lot of care of her body, which is why she has this killer body." As much as I wanted to continue marveling at her (my) body, the bloating was starting to feel uncomfortable now.
Knowing what it entailed, I squeezed my legs together to prevent a huge commotion. That was I somehow remembered that time Billy planted a whoopie cushion on my seat. I recalled that I was asked to go to the whiteboard for a question, and when I returned to seat, I accidentally sat on the cushion, eliciting stares and laughter. The one who was laughing the loudest was Billy, as I gave him a "I will get you back one day" stare. Today might be the day. I somewhat felt sorry for using Ms. Jessica like this, but it's not like her bloating will disappear by itself, so I might as well use it to my advantage.
I stood up once more, walking over to Billy's seat under the guise that I was monitoring the students as they read. It amazed me that my walk was much steadier now, as I wobbled less in heels. When I got close to Billy, I pretended to drop my pen in my hand. I knelt down to pick it up (remembering to keep my legs together as I do so). In my squatting position, I slowly relax my groin, as I felt the gas being released from my butt. It felt...strangely erotic, as I felt some of the expelled air traveling up my crotch, tickling my new genitals under my underwear and pantyhose, once more reminding me that I was no longer a male. I quickly stood up, knowing that I shouldn't linger in that area much longer.
Breaking the wind was quieter than I expected, but the aroma was definitely there. Let's just say that it was... unpleasant, as I took a quick whiff as I scampered away. As I glance back, I saw that my plan worked, as students in the vicinity looked up from their reading to examine the smell. Some were staring at Billy's direction. Billy was likewise confused, but as the smell was strongest near him, he couldn't do much to spare himself. After all, more people would believe that Billy was the one who cut the cheese than a beautiful, young female teacher who was just passing by.
"Take that, Billy. It might not have the sound, but the smell easily makes up for it," I snickered as I made it back to the desk. While students were looking around, I pretended to continue surveying the classroom to not raise suspicion. Of course, it felt weird using Ms. Jessica's body like this, but I constantly reminded myself that it was MY body now. But it does beg the questions: 'Where is Ms. Jessica, as in, her actual mind?' 'What about my body; did anyone notice that it was missing?' Well, the second question was easy to answer, as I didn't have too many friends, and teachers would likely not suspect anything since it was the first day of school.
As I was deep in thought, the bell rung, signaling the end of the second period.