The first victim

You're looking around and then you see Kaya. She's still in front of her locker, picking up her belongings. You remember when she secretly noticed you when Tim greeted you.

She has more friends than you, including the girls at school; that's what you know.

And you know you're not that popular with other people.

Kaya is someone who likes to talk, from what you regularly observe. She's probably the easiest person to approach if you're trying to find someone who's watching you at school. You pick up your phone and look at the time; it's almost time for class.

Right now, you can't do much, but you've decided to choose her as your first target.

"Hey, Kaya," you call her as she looks up from the locker.

"Hey, Lasse, what's wrong?" she responds, looking at you curiously.

"At noon, I have something to ask... no... I would like to consult with you. Are you free?" You tell her.

"Consult? What do you want to discuss?" she asks you curiously. You immediately try to figure out what to say to her before deciding on the simplest answer your brain can think of.

"Well, I'm so embarrassed. I just want to talk about... um... talk about Chantal."

"Chantal? Why? I heard you and her broke up?" she asks you again.

"Well, yes, um... I just wanted to know how she's... Actually... uh... I think I, uh... I'm going to tease her like that... maybe haha...?" you smile faintly.

"'Maybe,' hmm?" She looks at you pondering for a moment. Inside your own head, you blame yourself because you can't find a better reason.

"Okay... I guess, where shall we meet?" Maya says. You sigh after feeling like you just sacrificed something before answering her.

"Um, can we go to a place where it's private? Like I said... I don't want to talk about this in a crowded place. It's very embarrassing to me... er... do you know any place?" You talk to her with real embarrassment, even if what you're saying isn't true.

"Um, ok, um where is it very private? Ummm..." You hear her muttering her question loudly, and she seems very serious from the look on her face and her long brown hair brushed against her ear.

"Hmm, so it's in the janitor's storage room? It's small, cramped, and no one wants to mess with it because it's in the middle of the school. Even the janitor himself rarely uses this room."

"That should be fine... ah, wait! How did you know that no one is using that room?" You ask her curiously.

"Well, I just know, okay? So, we'll meet there after lunch. If you arrive early, call me, okay?" she says with a smile before walking away. But it isn't long before she gets her phone and you call her again.

"Oh, Kaya, wait! One moment..." She turns to look at you, silent and curious.

"Thank you for listening to me and don't tell anyone about this, please..." you tell her. She smiles back with a mischievous smile.

"Ah, I know. See you in the classroom, Lasse." She waves her hand before walking to your class.

"Likewise... Kaya..." You reply to her, but it's a very soft sound, so soft that it's called muttering to yourself, before following Kaya to class with a heart that waits for the time to beat violently and rhythmically in your chest.

Someone has told you or you may have read somewhere on the web that time tends to slow down when you want it to pass quickly. You hardly paid attention to today's lesson this morning, where most of what you did was just following the lesson and glancing at Kaya from your seat at a distance and imagined what would happen to her at noon, which would soon come.

You swallow your saliva as you visualize and look at her: long brown hair, those big blue eyes, slightly whitened skin, and those lips... You stare at her from that moment, not knowing what inspires you to feel something inside of you. You can feel it, but you can't explain it correctly. Maybe that's your unusual part. The part that Paul talks about. You try to hold back and can only hope for time to pass quickly.

You look at the clock on your phone and you just refuse Tim when he talks to you about a game duel. You walk to the front of the janitor's storage room that Kaya was talking about. And before you can check your chat to call her, you find that she's already arrived before you, with the same playful smile you saw this morning.

"Hey, it seems like I'm the only one who's serious about this, so I'm here first," Kaya says as she puts her hands on her waist as one part left to fill.

A large amount of hair is still covering the chest area. You touch her face and feel your lips touch your fingers. You turn Kaya's empty face towards you, and even without those distinctive eyes, she's still beautiful. You can't control yourself and stare at those slender lips. You bow your head and kiss Kaya's empty lips, using your tongue. It's empty, but you can feel it on your lips, and it's a very good feeling again. It's so good that you're going crazy, and you're starting to lose control.

You start licking her cheeks, inhaling her scent along with the scent of shampoo and a faint scent of sweat before she puts on her face. Her head is small, and for a moment, you stop to think if you can wear it, but in the end, you pull her cheeks wide open before putting your head inside. It's totally different from all the other parts you've worn.

As soon as it starts, you feel pressure all over your body, along with the feeling that your stomach is twisting, and something is trying to expand inside. You can feel the pressure in your waist and shoulders before it becomes your whole body again. At that time, even in your groin, you can feel it so clearly that it shrinks. You can feel it until you moan in happiness, experiencing a woman's climax in the body of Kaya unexpectedly. You collapse on a nearby table, your body still unable to handle such **** pleasure. You sit like that, gasping for breath, and your heart beats as if it isn't yours. Sweat trickles from Kaya's body from the culmination of the transformation. You now have a fresher, lighter, and completely different body.

Several minutes have passed, but for you, it's not very long. You get up, shaky and unstable, as if learning how to stand. You feel the joy of twitching from your butt and the weight of your new pair of breasts.

There's no mirror in the room, but that's not a problem. You grab your phone from the pile of your old clothes and turn on the front camera. What you see is not your face; it's Kaya's face staring back at you with a feeling of surprise, doubt, and curiosity. A face that looks tired from some activities, and those big blue eyes stare only at you. You've never seen this face of hers. Kaya's face that had just masturbated, red cheeks, and sweat plastered on the thin skin of her face. You stare as if it attracts you to sink into it.

You smell her through the breathing that hits the mobile phone. Through the sweat plastered on her thin skin and through the hair that ran across her shoulder.

Before you try to smile. A smile like Kaya smiles at you, that mischievous smile. You look at the smile that reflects back to you.

It doesn't look like her at all. But, you feel incredibly good before that smile begins to turn into an evil smile from your feelings. The smile you created from the lips you stole from her.

"I... I am... I am Kaya," you say to yourself with that smile, but the voice and tone belong to Kaya.

It's a strange sensation when the tongue inside her mouth touches her well-aligned teeth. The lust returns when you stare at that smile, the movement of that lip, and listen to her voice. She will say everything you say and show everything you do.

For now, you've become Kaya.