Jen shuffled nervously in her weird new seat design.
Her bare ass was sticking to the plastic uncomfortably, and without any cloth between her naked skin and the chair bottom it felt hot and sweaty. She had to reach down between her legs with her hands in order to write notes at the weirdly lowered desk.
Every now and then she could feel more pee spewing from her face pussy, with her eyes nowhere near anymore she could only glance up from her crotch level and try to aim as best she could. Jen felt humiliated, she had to sit with her legs spread wide apart in order to take notes between her legs, talk or even see.
To her despair she realised half way through the class that the teacher didn’t look at her eyes and mouth when he was talking to her, instead he looked at her head and face, now adorned with only her nose and pussy. Jen felt upside down, as though her pussy and face had basically switched, she started to wonder if this is what is was like to be her pussy, with everyone now talking to her pussy instead of her.
She managed to survive her first class with limited interaction with anyone, Jen just wanted to disappear and forget this whole horrible transformation situation, but looking out and seeing her widely spread thighs either side of her vision was a permanent reminder.
She found navigating the halls between classes a nightmare, with her eye-level so low she was looking at the crotches and waists of everyone she walked past. She only had a few long classes before lunch, and each continued much the same, with the same weird new desks close to the door and everyone talking to her face instead of her eyes and mouth. Between each class Jen would rush to the bathroom, empty her bucket, blushing in humiliation at the sound of her bucket of pee spewing into the toilet bowl each time.
As lunchtime came around, Jen hurried from her last class to the bathroom, emptying her pee into the toilet before walking back into the hallway and heading to the canteen. Rounding a corner in a hurry she almost walked straight into someone wearing expensive suit pants which she immediately recognised as the crotch of the principal. Gasping Jen’s automatic reaction was for her hand to rise up and cover where her mouth should’ve been; she was embarrassed when her fingers instead felt her pussy.
“Miss Smith…”