Claire Stevens - Cheery, Well-endowed art Teacher

Originally written by Revan

You back out of the Alexa screen and continue scrolling further down when a name catches your attention,

“Claire Stevens - Age 26 - relationship: acquaintance”

You knew Ms. Stevens was an art teacher at your high school. You had never taken her class but had seen her at school functions, games, and in the hallway.

She was renowned for having a beaming personality, cute smile, hourglass figure, and, from what your artsy friends told you, was a supportive teacher.

No one knew much about what she did outside of class, though.

“Hot, talented and good at her job, seems like the perfect person to hop into their shoes,” you laughed.

You thought the idea of magically swapping bodies was ridiculous but couldn’t help but wonder…What would pop up if you pressed the button? Would it take you to some screen asking for money in exchange for the service? Would it just generate a ton of pop-up adverts for ad revenue?

You shook your head. No reason to tempt fate. You try to click away from the app but it lags. Impatient, you try to scroll to get any sort of feedback. The phone stops lagging the moment your finger presses the screen to scroll—it hit Claire Stevens’ name directly.

You don’t even have time to react.

…

You blinked and immediately noticed you are somewhere else. Somewhere pitch black, with dazzling bright lights. You feel something is tickling your cheeks as your eyes fluttered open and closed rapidly—struggling to adapt to the stunning change of light. You are in a bar or a club, there was no signage so it was hard to tell which. The room had very little light save from some strobe lights installed in the ceiling that illuminated the dance floor in the center of the large room.

“Are you okay, Claire?” A sensual voice whispered in your ear.

You tense up and turn to the source of the voice. It was Julie Wristen! Another teacher at your school who taught health classes. From your time in her class, she seemed like the type of woman who was kind but serious about her work.

Some ignorant, mean-spirited students used some offensive, cruel words to describe the teacher since she was openly lesbian. You didn’t understand why they were rude to the woman, though. You’d guess it probably had to do with them being sexually repressed or something.

Julie smiled, something you rarely saw her do at school, before she reached forward and placed a hand on your shoulder. The feeling of her soft skin on your own made your cheeks grow warm.

She was wearing a dark green form-fitting sweater and a brown pencil skirt. Not the sexiest outfit ever but since you were used to seeing her in dress shirts and slacks you were surprised to learn had an amazing set of thighs, perfect but not necessarily large breasts and long legs. She was gorgeous and smiling.

Looking like a predator stalking prey.

You look down. You are wearing a tight-fitting dress that was designed to show off Claire’s large cleavage and slender shoulders. The outfit contrasted immensely with long skirts and breezy colorful shirts you usually saw Claire wear at school. Though, the loose clothing did little to hide the art teacher’s thick ass and massive breasts. You blink and then it hits you. You’re not in your body. You’re somewhere else.

No.

You are someone else!

“Claire?”

You jump a little as you feel Julie pull in closer, placing her hand fully on your shoulder, dangerously close to Claire’s, no, your, breasts.

“You feeling okay? You’re quiet all of a sudden,” Julie asked, concern in her voice as she tilts her head. Observing you like you grew another head.

You feel your throat go dry. What do you say?

“I-I’m fine. Just a little light-headed. I’ll head to the restroom for a moment…” You say,

feeling the gravity of the situation as you hear Claire’s voice come from your lips. It was strange. Alien.

You never had Claire as a teacher, but just hearing her, or rather your, voice for a moment gave you the immediate impression that it was soothing. A hushed tone, not very high-pitched or squeaky; not especially deep either. It is the type of voice that could quell anything.

“I’ll come along, I don’t want you to fall—“ Julie started to say.

“I’m fine! I mean, I’m fine. Just thought of something that I got to do later,” you lied again before rushing off the bathroom.

You felt your thighs kicking against the hem of the dress and your large chest bouncing into your ribs with every step and were thankful that you were somehow moving in heels, without collapsing like a newborn horse.

You dig into your purse for a moment, frantically searching… some luck! You find Claire’s phone and try to open it. To your disappointment, it is locked but before you can let out a sigh of exasperation your body moves on its own; entering her password, Claire’s mother’s birthday. You feel your eye’s bulge as you look at the time. You couldn’t help but think how strange it was that the supportive, sweet art teacher would be dressed so provocatively in a bar just forty-five minutes after school ended!

You shake your head.

Claire’s risque behavior is surprising but lingering on it is nothing but a waste of energy at the moment. The gazes of everyone digging into your exposed skin were getting difficult to ignore. Males and females of all ages seemed to suck in your entire form at a glance as you carefully maneuvered around groups of people.

Ass. Tits. Lips. Thighs. Legs.

Some looked at you with disdain and jealousy but most looked at you with a perverse hunger. You felt like your skin was glowing red from the embarrassment and… something else. You would’ve sworn your thighs were growing slick as you locate the bathroom and push your way inside before locking the door with gusto.

…

It was a single-occupant bathroom so there’d be no attention raised due to you locking the door.

Now, time to see the damage…

You walk toward the mirror and close your eyes. As you come in front of the mirror. Maybe you were dreaming? This can’t be real even though it feels real.

You open your eyes and see Claire look back at you, surprised. Well, at least you know what was tickling your cheeks. Claire’s eyelashes were long and every flutter of her eyelids had them kissing her cheeks. You see now that your dress had a v-neck like make and the straps were thin. What was at the bottom of the V was what drew your eye, however. Claire was stacked. You look over your shoulder before you slyly start to shrug off your shoulder straps.

There was no harm in taking a look right? It is your body… sort of.

You were surprised to see a lacy bra underneath the top of the dress. The thought of wearing a bra slipped your mind as you didn’t notice it, the feeling of breasts beating your chest was more noticeable.

The shock of the bra drew you back to reality. What do you do now?

You have no idea where you are. You absentmindedly reach for her purse, where you put your phone back. All of a sudden your phone falls out of your bra cups and into the dirty sink. You don’t even mind the horrendous amount of germs bestowed upon your phone by the bar’s sink. You grab your phone and check if it’s there. Trying to confirm if you are stuck this way. You feel a weight slide off your shoulders. You’re in someone else’s body on a date or just hanging out with another teacher.

You’ve been eyed by dozens of people due to how erotic your choice of dress is.

You’re also topless but that can be easily remedied…

But at least you still have the app that allows you to switch bodies.