Adam Marcus, struggling high school senior

Fire. It was the only thing I could see. Red, burning flames that cooked everything they touched. The ground beneath me, the buildings around me, and even the sky were seared a hellish red. Somehow I felt cool. The flames ignored me, like I wasn't worthy of their time.

A figure shambled towards me. Its form was skeletal, its charred bones somehow moving. All the meat and skin had melted off of it. It opened its mouth and said-

“Adam. Adam. Pay attention!”

“Huh?” I whipped my head up. The stale white fluorescent lights of the classroom assaulted my eyes. I blinked. The world came into focus around me like water from my eyes.

I felt their eyes on me. My classmates. A few of them snickered in the background, but the one who immediately drew my interest was Mary Jane Watson. The hottest girl at Midtown High was staring at me with concerned emerald eyes.

I’d had a crush on her for as long I could remember. She had long, soft red hair and brilliant green eyes that twinkled intelligently. Her body was amazing as well. She boasted one of the biggest pairs of breasts among the student body and she always wore tops that conformed perfectly to them. Today she’d chosen to wear a light green blouse that was a little tight on her, hugging her curves in a very appetizing way.

She noticed me staring at her and looked away.

Fuck.

“Adam Marcus.”

The mention of my name drew my attention to the front of the class.

Mrs. Andrews was our calculus teacher. She had short blonde hair and sapphire-blue eyes and looked to be in her early thirties. She wore a pair of rectangular-rimmed glasses that made her look like a sexy librarian. She was stood at the front of the room next to the whiteboard, a marker in her hand.

“Yes, Mrs. Andrews?” I said, my voice cracking somewhat. Another round of chuckles from my classmates. I could feel them all staring at me. Judging. I hated it here. School. Queens. This class. The whole bit.

“What can you tell me about our lesson today?” My teacher said. She folded her arms across her chest, pushing her big breasts upwards. I just barely managed to not stare.

I didn’t trust myself to speak. I didn’t want my voice to crack again. I didn’t want people to laugh at me. But Mrs. Andrews glared at me, and I knew it’d be worse if I didn’t get this out of the way.

“Nothing,” I muttered. “I wasn’t paying attention. Um, I’m really sorry, Mrs. Andrews.”

A few more chuckles from my classmates. Have I mentioned how much I hate high school?

“See me after class,” she said.

I sighed and nodded. That seemed to mollify her, for she immediately resumed teaching today’s lesson. I picked up my pencil and began taking notes.

The bell rang what seemed like an eternity later.

“Remember: your worksheets are due this Friday!” Mrs. Andrews said over the sudden cacophony that broke out as the students began packing up their textbooks and heading for their next classes.

Mary Jane sent me a parting look, her lips forming an unspoken sentence.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded at her and smiled.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry,” I muttered.

She smiled softly before she turned and left. My eyes fell to her delicious bubble butt as it swayed in the tight navy jeans she wore. I couldn’t help but wonder how the hell Peter Parker had convinced her to go out with him. The guy was nerdier than I’d ever been. He had put on a decent amount of muscle over the past few months, so I suppose that might have had something to do with it. That and the fact that he’d beaten the shit out of Flash Thompson, Mary Jane’s former boyfriend. Heh. Somehow I doubted MJ would date me if I sucker punched Peter Parker.

Mrs. Andrews cleared her throat, drawing my attention to her. I sighed. I wished I could just forget the past hour had ever happened. Just erase it all and move on with my life.

I walked up to her desk as she cleared the white board of the various equations she’d written down there over the course of the class. The class was empty now, save for me and my hot teacher. A few of the upper buttons on her blouse were undone, giving me a decent view of her cleavage. It was like something out of a porn story.

“Adam,” she said. “We need to talk about your performance in this class recently. You’ve been falling behind, despite Mr. Parker’s best efforts.”

Yeah, Peter Parker also happened to be my tutor. That’s how I’d been introduced to Mary Jane on a personal level. She seemed interested in tagging along his sessions with me, whether or it was to get some help with calculus herself or out of sheer curiosity I didn’t know. But yeah, the girl I’d obsessed over for the majority of my time in school only knew me as the guy her much smarter boyfriend had to tutor in math. Not a great look.

“Mrs. Andrews, don’t blame Peter for this. This is all on me,” I defended him. I mean, I hated the guy but he was nice and incredibly patient with me as I struggled with calculus. He had been missing some of our scheduled sessions lately, but he’d always made sure to reschedule.

Mrs. Andrews nodded.

“So tell me what’s wrong, Adam. You almost never pay attention in class, you hand in your homework assignments late, and you failed your last exam. If you don’t improve, I’m going to be **** to fail you for the year. Do I have to call your mother again?”

“No,” I looked away from her. “Please don’t call my mom. She worries enough with her job on the ****.”

“Detention then,” Mrs. Andrews said flatly. I faced her again. Her pretty blue eyes regarded me the same way I’d seen people look at the homeless. “Detention until you decide you want to put some effort into this class. We’ll start today after school.”

From the look on her face, there wasn’t anything I could think of that could get Mrs. Andrews to reconsider her punishment. So I nodded. I just wished this didn’t have to happen. I wished there was a way I could change the way people viewed me. I hated being in my own skin.

I felt something tug at the back of my mind as I stared at my teacher.

My vision went dark.

A moment later, I stood facing a classroom full of students. Mary Jane was among them, studiously taking notes as I spoke. Wait, why was I speaking in a woman’s voice?

I stopped. Everyone in the room stopped with me. I stared at Mary Jane. The gorgeous redhead was leaned over as she took notes, offering me a deep view of her plentiful cleavage. I wanted to stuff my face between those big tits.

She stayed completely still, as if frozen. I glanced at the rest of the class. They were all frozen in their seats just like MJ was. I… I was there, too, my head supported uncomfortably by my arm as I slept at my desk.

What the fuck was going on?

I decided to speak again.

“Adam. Adam. Pay attention!”

Why did my voice sound like Mrs. Andrews’? Was I picturing myself as her, watching me? What the hell?

The me at my desk whipped his head up and blinked blearily. I - he stared for a long moment at Mary Jane before looking up at me.

I stopped. Everything froze again, even the me who sat at my desk.

Did I fall asleep again? Was this another dream conjured up by my exhausted subconscious? I didn't remember ever having a dream of myself from the perspective of someone else, let alone my teacher.

If I was Mrs. Andrews, could I control her? At least the dream version of her?

I spoke again.

“It’s okay, Adam. You can go back to sleep, but I want you to come see me after class.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Andrews!” the me at my desk said as he smiled gratefully. He propped his head up by his arm and closed his eyes.

The world trembled around me, and I had the sense of something rearranging itself. The class continued as I remembered it until the bell rang. I’d rattled off equations and instructed an entire class of students in calculus like I’d known it all along. I felt the words – and the knowledge they contained – become a part of me somehow, as if I’d said them from a place of knowledge and experience.

As the last of my classmates left, I found myself alone with myself. He stared at me, but with none of the resignation I’d remembered feeling when I approached Mrs. Andrews’ desk.

“Adam,” I said in Mrs. Andrews’ voice. “We need to talk about your performance in this class recently. You’ve been falling behind, despite Mr. Parker’s best efforts.”

“Mrs. Andrews, don’t blame Peter for this. This is all on me,” my clone’s light brown eyes stared at me imploringly.

I pitied him. His father had died in a particularly violent way and from what I’d heard he’d been a perfectly enthusiastic student before that had happened. I couldn’t blame him for that, but I’d also had enough of his excuses. You could only pity someone for so long before you needed to **** them to get their life in order.

Wait, those weren’t my thoughts. Was I picturing them as Mrs. Andrews’? What was going on?

I looked down. A pair of big fat breasts sat confined within my tight white button down blouse. Or this body’s blouse. This was Mrs. Andrews’ body. I was in my teacher’s body. But not in the present. In the past. Why was this happening? Was I dreaming? Was this real?

I decided to test something.

“That’s very admirable for you to say. I wish more of my students had your integrity,” I made Mrs. Andrews say. It felt so strange to hear those words in her authoritative voice. I felt her emotions change as she spoke. I felt her meaning it. “Tell you what. Anytime you need help, come see me after class and we’ll go over whatever you want together.”

The world trembled around me again, but this time it was far more intense. The lights above me winked on and off and the glass windows creaked as cracks spread across them.

My clone smiled. No, not my clone. My past self.

“Thanks, Mrs. Andrews. I'll definitely take you up on that.”

My vision went dark again.

I blinked my eyes open blearily. I gasped. I was standing in front of Mrs. Andrews’ desk.

My teacher stared at me. She blinked and shook her head. I couldn’t help but notice how her movements caused her tits to jiggle underneath her blouse.

“Glad to hear it, Adam,” she said. She smiled at me. Smiled!

I nodded at her.

“So, uh, you want me to come here for detention after school or some other room?” I asked.

Mrs. Andrews frowned at me.

“What are you talking about? I haven’t given you detention, Adam. I just wanted you to know that my door is always open for you if you have any questions,” she said. She glanced at the clock. “Hm. It's almost two. You’d better hurry up if you’re going to make it to your next class.”

“Uh, okay. See you later, Mrs. Andrews,” I said.

I went back to my desk and retrieved my backpack. I threw my hot teacher one last parting look before I exited her classroom into a hallway packed with students rushing to their next class.

What the fuck just happened?