Luckily, your school bus doesn't pick many kids and you quickly find yourself at a familiar location: Northview Middle School. You head to the 8th grade hall where you find your locker and unlock it a bit absentminded.
"I never thought I would have to come back to this hellhole again" you think as you put away backpack and grab your school materials. It's only when you enter your homeroom an sit at your desk that you realize you've been casually going through Scott's school life. Perhaps you remember it subconsciously? You're lost in thought when a hand clasps your shoulder.
"Scott why weren't you waiting for me by my locker?" a voice says. You turn to see another 14 year old boy looking at you. He's a bit taller than you and has brown curly hair. "I'm sorry I forgot." you lie hoping you knew the existence of this kid. Suddenly some memories flash in your mind before you recognize him as Blake, your best friend since Elementary School. "It's ok since I'm usually the one who forgets" he says as he sits next to you. You partake in some mindless chatter before you find yourself having to go to math class. You're able to get through your classes by sitting down at your assigned seat and doing your work. It makes it easier that Scott doesn't have many friends in his classes which make it less problematic to talk to people. Unfortunately you soon find yourself having to go to your most dreadful class.
"Hurry Up Boys!" Mr. Reynolds shouts in the locker room as you find yourself putting on your gym clothes. Gym Class was something you definitely didn't miss, even worse Blake was in your Gym Class which meant you would have to spend to whole period pretending to be him. Mr. Reynolds forced the class to run a few laps around the track before he made everyone partake in dodgeball. You sit on the bleachers after you purposely got yourself hit. You hear a buzz emit from your pocket and take your phone out of your gym shorts.
"Enjoying Gym Class?" a message from Henry reads. You growl in anger. It was bad enough you had forgotten to try on a condom and had to go back to middle school. But Henry knowing about your situation made it just worse. You didn't even care how he knew; you ignored his message and found yourself scrolling through social media. The only good thing about going back to middle school was that you had a more advanced phone to keep you occupied. After Gym, you go to lunch and art class before you find yourself boarding the bus. Although, it was an uneventful day you feel tired and find yourself racing off the bus when it pulls up to your house.
You enter your home to find your Mother in the living room watching the news. "Hey Scott, had a good day at school?" she asks you. "Yeah!" you lie as you go upstairs and go to Scott's room. You throw your backpack on the ground as you peek under your bed to find the condoms gone! You look throughout your room but find it nowhere and you finally almost give up when you remember Henry.
"Hey the condoms I had disappeared!" you text him.
"Oh yeah I had to borrow them for a bit..." Henry texts back.
You begin to feel yourself getting frustrated again. "Well can you give them back?" you text angrily.
"Don't worry I'll give them back by Friday." Henry replies.
You groan in anger and tell him to give them back today!
"Hey they were mine in the first place. If you didn't want me to find them you shouldn't have left your back door open or put them obviously under your bed" Henry texts you. "Don't bother looking for me considering you don't know where I live the city's a bit dangerous for a kid like you."
You throw your phone on the ground in annoyance and hear your phone emit one more sound before silencing. You're not even sure if you have the patience to look at another one of Henry's text messages. But after a few minutes your curiosity gets the better of you and you read it.
"Just wait til Friday! Now get started on your Homework." You throw your phone on your bed clearly giving up and head downstairs where you hope you can find something to take your mind off Henry. You see your Mom preparing dinner in the kitchen and the absence of your Dad and Mark.
Bored, you go back upstairs and find yourself passing Mark's room on your way to yours. You realize that you feel a strange curiosity in exploring Mark's room and head inside. His room is just as messy as you remember it if not worse and you find a strange aroma to be in the air. Your foot hits something on the ground and you pick it up to see it's a bottle of lube. You feel your cock twinge in your briefs as you realize you feel a bit pent up. You go back to your room and lock the door before stripping and taking your clothes off. You watch in your mirror at the appearance of a prepubescent 14 year old stares back at you. You begin exploring your body noticing the lack of body hair and body mass you had. You rub you thin and smooth chest and stomach and turn around to look at your slightly plump and smooth ass. It felt so strange to be young again especially when you looked so different.
You take the lube and cover your small and thin dick with it before you begin to rub your hand over it. For some reason you feel very horny, perhaps it could be due to your hormones but at the moment you don't care. You watch your dick grow hard or as big as it can get as you begin to masturbate faster. You feel yourself edging quickly and watch yourself in the mirror as your cum get over your chest and your small halo of blonde pubic hair. You grab some tissues and wipe it off yourself before throwing it away in your wastebasket. Putting your clothes back on you realize how snug your briefs feel and almost begin getting erect once more. "Damn! How horny am I?" you say aloud in surprise as you quickly put on your t-shirt and cargo shorts. You unlock your door and are able to quickly put Mark's lube back in his room before you get started on your homework. You breeze through it and after dinner you find that you still have some time to go through the internet.
Although you didn't like it, you guess staying as Scott as a week wouldn't be so bad.