Your slightly disappointed when your old body never turns up with the
rest of the class. Maybe it doesn't exist anymore? you muse.
When you call out your name in the register, somebody shouts out "He's
ill." You look up to see who spoke. It was Jonny, the boy who
reluctantly sat next to you in form everyday. He now shrinks away from
your gaze when you meet his eyes. Frowning, you continue on with the
register.
Not wanting to test just how much you know about religion from Mr.
Willis' memories, you set the class some easy work from the textbook
whilst you just watch them all from behind your desk. Most look away
as soon as they see you're watching them to busy themselves with more
work. But interestingly, you realize that Jonny is continually staring
at you, although he always looks away as soon as he notices you
looking back. It's not just your face you catch him looking at,
though, it's your arms which your shirt nicely exposes, your chest and
when you stand up and pace around the class, you cath him staring at
your crotch. He goes crimson when he sees you.
You walk over to the table at the back of the room where he sits on
his own and lean over his shoulder, pretending to look at his work.
You murmur advice about a question he's gotten wrong, amazed that you
know the actual answer, and whilst doing it, you press up against him,
the outline of your cock pressed against his shoulder. You feel him
shiver underneath you. Leaning down further, you whisper in his ear
"Stay behind after class."
The end of the lesson comes fairly quickly, and as the class files
out, Jonny tells his friends he'll catch up with them later and stays
in the room. "Shut the door", you instruct him. He does so. You stand
and walk towards him, getting real close. There's barely thirty
centimeters between you. "Sir, isn't this inappropriate..." he
mumbles, but as you get even closer and press him against the wall
with your much larger frame, he falls silent. "Are you going to
complain?" you whisper in his ear. He shakes his head viciously, and
then promptly pulls your face forward and crushes your lips
together.
Pulling back, you smirk and say "Ah ah, I'm the one in charge here!"
He pouts and you close in for another kiss, this time much more tender
as you wrap your arm around his back and pull him closer to you...
When there's a sudden jolt and his features begin to change into...