Go to sleep for school the next day

Originally written by ThatFutaGuy

Your eyes awake suddenly to a loud alarm coming from the alarm clock on your bed stand. You reach over to turn the alarm off and sit up against the backboard, yawning and stretching.

Ughh, I do not feel like going to work today. You feel as if that’s a sentiment you and Ms. Dawson would agree with as you look down. You are greeted with the wonderful sight of Ms. Dawson’s tits to which you give a nice squeeze. I can get used to waking up to these, you think to yourself before swinging your immaculate legs out of bed. You feel a strange sensation in your pelvis that you believe to be your bladder and head to the bathroom to relieve yourself. Entering the bathroom, you make a beeline for the toilet. As you sit and do your business you're still in the throes of waking yourself up. You were always kinda curious on how it felt to pee with a vagina and now you know. It feels weird having it be more of an internal thing than an external thing but you’d rather not think about it too much. After wiping off and flushing, you head to take a shower to get yourself woken up. Your shower is a quick five minute affair, you note how good you smell afterwards. Back in your original body you never remember smelling this good after a shower, perks of being a woman.

After drying off you head back into the bedroom as to not forget something important before you go to work: your Butt Plug. You grab the metal spade from the nightstand and with your other hand spread your cheek open. You press the metal spade into your anus and it gapes open fairly easily this time around, clearly loosened by yesterday’s activities. It slips in without too much effort giving you the satisfaction of having one of your holes filled up. A bit of fluid sprays from your pussy in response and you head to her wardrobe to get dressed.

First you start with the underwear drawer, pulling a plain pair of white panties. You step into the leg holes and pull them up over your bountiful ass, each cheek spilling from the backside of the undergarment. Nothing would contain the dump truck you were lugging behind you. Next you chose a pair of blue yoga pants to show off those assets you were known for. The pants cling tightly to your frame, it's a bit of a struggle to get your ass into them but you manage. You decide to go without a bra, not like anyone would dare complain. Everyone stared at your tits regardless of dress code compliance. Over top your naked torso you cover it in a top that exposed a little bit of those abs and over top of that you go for a black windbreaker jacket. Your nipples are just barely visible through the top.

You take a few moments to admire yourself in the mirror, doing a few seductive poses.

“Oh John are you looking at me?” You say to yourself. “Such a bad boy, I’m going to have to give you a detention with a little punishment.” You unzip your windbreaker and mash your tits together with your hands. “You think you can get away with using women like your tools? How would you like if I smashed your cock between these big old tits? You’d probably like that dirty pervert.”

You laugh at your silly attempt and roll play before heading downstairs to grab a lunch to take with you, thankfully one is already prepared for you. With lunch acquired you head for your car, searching your memories it looks like everything you need is in your band in the passenger seat so you are all good to go. The drive is once again uneventful and you make it school in twenty minutes.

You park in one of the teacher parking spaces, one of the perks of being in this body. If you didn’t have a reserved spot it was impossible to find parking normally. You grab your bag and exit the car. As you walk from your car to the school you can see boys from Freshmen to Seniors eyeing you up, doing their best to do it discreetly. You take it in stride, smiling back at them and giving them an occasional wink. It’s quite a thrill for you as none of these boys have any idea of what you were up to last night, no one would believe that their beloved teacher was on her knees sucking random dicks through a wall or that she had a big metal plug up her ass right now! Girls paid you no mind but you did hear a few jealous whispers and the occasional glance that looked like they were curious at what you looked like underneath that jacket.

Once you entered the school and you walked through the crowded school hallways these things only intensified. All of these looks and whispers were causing dirty thoughts to begin to permeate your mind.

I wonder how many of these guys I’ve given boners so far? Some of these guys have got to be hard right now. I hope some of them are real big… I bet Ms. Dawson would be **** enough to do it with a few students. I know i’d like to… You keep those thoughts on the back burner though, you need to keep up appearances and make it to class like a good teacher. If you were going to do something like that you’d need to be smart about it. Someone finds out or one of these kids tells and it's all over for Ms. Dawson.

Finally you arrive at the staff room and nobody is inside. Well at least I don’t have to make small talk with anybody. I can’t remember if Ms. Dawson even had any teacher friends, guess I’ll find out eventually. You put your lunch in the staff refrigerator and make your way to the gym as class is starting soon.

You figure about this time everyone is still getting changed and this is confirmed as you enter and find no students inside, not even the other gym teachers. This is fine, gives you more time to review Charlotte’s memories on her students and her lesson plans. The last thing you want is to get tripped up on a name or give even the slightest hint that you are not you.

A few minutes pass and in comes five freshman boys talking amongst themselves. This is perfect chance to test how well you can impersonate Ms. Dawson as well as fucking with them as messing with freshmen is a classic past time. You’d have to work a bit harder to be domineering to them with your current stature. You towered over these freshies as John but as Ms. Dawson even these pipsqueaks were taller than you. Before heading over you unzip your windbreaker a little bit to give them a nice view of the goods.

“Good Morning Jake.” You wrap an arm around a blonde boy, bringing him in close to your chest. You notice the other boys start to get a little nervous by your presence. “Are you ready for a good day of school?” You give him a light slap on the shoulder with a smile before letting him go.

“O-Of course Ms. Dawson. You seem really happy today.” He stammered.

“I’m just feeling extra chipper today, I’m just happy to see some of my favorite students.” You grab another of the Freshman’s arms, squeezing his bicep really tight. “Oh Luke, have you been working out? Your muscles are soooo big.”

“Uh.. a little bit.” Luke said nervously as you placed a hand on his chest, tracing your finger over his barely defined pecs.

“Mmmm. You do have a bit of muscle on you, I bet we could go for a long time.”

“Long time what do you mean by-”

You let go and laugh, placing a finger to your lips while giggling. You quickly turn and point at another of the students, Danny as you come down. “Mr. Masterson, are you staring at me? It’s rude and indecent you know!” You pretend to be offended to garner a reaction.

“I wasn’t staring, Ms. Dawson, I p-promise! I just was looking in your direction because you were talking to all of us.”

“Likely story you little perv. I’ll let it slide for now since I know all of you guys are probably looking.” You wink at them before moving your hand behind your back and pushing your phone from the back of the pocket to the front causing it to fall out and slide across the floor.

“Oh Jeez, this thing never wants to stay in. I really wish they made women’s pants with bigger pockets.” You walk a little bit and bend over giving these boys a view of your tight blubbery ass as you grab your phone. Making sure to shake it a little bit, to really sell it to them. You get back up after lingering a little bit on the ground to see all of them covering their crotches and looking down to hide their beet red faces. You’re honestly surprised at how big some of their tents are.

“You guys weren’t looking were you?” They shake their head in response.

You smile and cross your arms, “Well if you weren’t looking then why the long faces? I thought you were happy to see me? I see your little friends are.”

The boys don’t respond and simply go walk over into the corner, praying their erections would go down. You laugh a little to yourself, those boys had no idea it wasn’t really you. If you could fool them you could probably fool anyone.

A few more mins passed and the rest of the class began spilling into the gym alongside the other male gym teacher. The male teacher, Mr. Johnson called all of the boys towards him and you simply stood by watching.

“Alright class, on the agenda for today is Yoga which will be led by Ms. Dawson.” His words fill you with surprise and delight. Yet another chance to show off to these boys and tease them. This day just keeps getting better and better. “I hope all of you show her some respect and listen to her every instruction. Got it?”

The crowd of students let out a resounding “Yes.” and turned to you as Mr. Johnson started walking to his office.

“Alright class, go get them mats from the store room and I will start getting warmed up.”

They nodded and ran for the back of the gym into the store room as you went in to retrieve your personal mat which was always lying by the door. You unfurled it onto the gym floor, removed your windbreaker and started doing some warm up stretches. You were amazed at how pliable your body was compared to Johns, you found yourself easily doing the splits and being able to reach your toes with your hands no problem. Even a cursory check to see how far back you could pull your leg behind you was more than you were expecting.

At this point the boys had all returned with Mats and were watching you warm-up. Their eyes glued to your amazing figure, as your stretches left nothing to the imagination. When you finished you crossed your legs and addressed them.

“First we will start with a position called the Happy Baby pose. It will help with your overall flexibility, I will demonstrate it for you now.”

You fell onto your back and threw your legs into the air, you followed up by running your hands up your buttocks and pressing your fingers against the plug buried inside. The display was more than lewd but to anyone observing it was just regular old Yoga. You kept your hand moving until you were grabbing your feet, holding your legs to your stomach.

“Just like that. Hold it for one minute.”

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The class went off without a hitch as you proceeded to teach the class the most provocative poses you had in your arsenal. From here on out anything could happen, Ms. Dawson’s life was your playground to run around in or anyone else’s for that matter.