Djamila

Chapter by Mr. George on writing.com

Closing your eyes, and concentrating of your breathing, you feel yourself sink away. Slipping the bonds of your body, it's always worrying this brief disembodied moment, sensing Djamila's form you quickly drift in that direction.

Feeling the warm embrace of flesh, you open your eyes once more. Sensations flood back, the clothes you're wearing and the body too.

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It's reassuring how feminine you feel. Aware how much you enjoy the sight of female flesh. It's odd to be inside such a lush body. There's a comfort in being modestly dressed. Only your full bust ensuring the glances of most male students.

The rise and fall of your bust, as you breath, is delightful. Though you wish the bra wasn't so tight, and your shoulders didn't ache as much. A quick glance backwards, shows your body gently sleeping. The feeling of panties is odd too.

You're more a fan of boxers, than briefs. But, even so, you're sure you'd feel the difference. Clenching your legs together, there's a pleasant tingle.

Instinct keeps you from reaching up to adjust those straps, knowing it'll be noticed. You endure the pain, looking down. You see Djamila's notes.

هذا هو صفي في الرياضيات. هذه هي ملاحظاتي.

Then...

1. Scowling you just wish you could read it.

2. Your eyes go wide, as you discover you can read this!?!

3. You hear Djamila's name being called, and look around.

4. Hearing her name called, you flee her body, for your own.

5. Something else happens