Dorothea Arnault

There were many good options, from the thick and mature lady Rhea to the stern and serious Shamir. However, the students were good, to the pretty and strong Edelgard, the strong and lazy Hilda or maybe the petite Lysithea. However, it seemed she was older in this world, appearing to be the same age as her classmates. Though professor Byleth seemed like a good idea, she was clearly a beautiful woman. Still, you knew she was sharing that body with a goddess, but you didn't want to risk-taking that body. The nobles seemed like a good idea Edelgard, Mercedes and Annette were all excellent options though still, you were not sure you could carry on their noble lives or their duties; you needed a host to help you learn the world first, so you needed a commoner again there were so many good options Leonie, Shamir, Manuella. However, there was one that seemed more appealing than others. Dorothea was young; she was pretty and popular with everyone; you may not be able to sing as well as she used to, but muscle memory could handle that much. And being close to the sheer number of nobles in the Black Eagles would do wonders for learning about their lives and maybe taking over someone else later.

As you finished your thoughts, you would hear the familiar tune of the school bell chiming. As classes were dismissed for the day, you would soon zero in on the buxom brunette as she would make her way out of the glass and head back to her dorm to get changed; that made enough sense. After all, she was not going to walk around outside of class hours in her school uniform; after all, as she would enter the commoner dorms, you would follow just behind her, then once you and she were behind closed doors, you would push your body into her's as you would slowly take over her. As your mind would meld with her's and you felt the new sensations of her clothes on your skin. It would take a moment as you would look around as you felt the hair on your shoulders. As you rose your hand to your face and felt her gentle and smooth skin, knowing you had taken off, you would move to her wardrobe and open it up, seeing an array of outfits ranging from dresses and frocks to more casual outfits with pants and shirts even a few more exotic ones.

Slowly you would begin to undress, taking off her hat and putting it on the shelf, letting the hair flow free and unrestrained you would start to work down, slowly removing the rest. Looking down at her large amount of cleavage, you would reach for her jacket, unbuttoning it, and then you would start on the blouse. Once both of them were hanging loosely off your body, exposing a black lace bra underneath, you would remove the clothes taking a few moments to hang them up. Kneeling down, trying not to stare at your newly acquired large chest as you remove her large black heeled boots, kicking them off and placing them down, then finally, you would stand up and unzip her skirt then, hooking your fingers around the hem of the skirt and what looked like a pair of black lace underwear you would pull both down taking a moment to place them neatly back in the wardrobe you would stop and stare at your now naked body in the mirror you could feel yourself growing wet in a moment of weakness. You found yourself gently groping your own chest, feeling the wetness blossom and spread from your crotch. Looking down, you would spy her brown fuzz over her tight and puckered womanhood. It was only early afternoon, and the rest of the day was off classes. There was a lot of time to do a lot of things. The only question is what you would do?