A Toilet Mistake

"Alright, let me know if you need anything more." Walter called out as another student left his class. Walter frowned- he was the fifth student today who had requested... extra, out of school tutoring, though Walter knew full well why.

His new body was a weapon of mass potential. For the first time in quite literally forever his classes were silent, and students were paying full attention, eager to impress him, all thanks to his new body. While the trade offs were immensely uncomfortable, namely the ungodly amount of unabashed leering directed towards him, the attention was honestly flattering, a stark contrast to the absolute lack of attention he got in his old, male body.

He stood up walking out the doors and into the empty corridors. He rubbed his thighs together, realizing he needed to use the bathroom. It would be interesting to use the bathroom from a women's perspective. Walter walked over to the bathroom, using considerably more effort to push it open than from when he was a man. He walked in, grunting at the familiar smell of shit and cigarettes before walking over to the cubicles.

Wait... familiar? Shit! He was a woman now! He can't be using a men's bathroom! He had to get out of here before anyone saw.

"Erm... are you lost, Miss?" A voice asked from behind him. Shit. He had been found. Walter turned around slowly, coming face to face with none other than Jericho Anderson, football captain.

"Mr. Anderson. I am slightly lost... still getting used to the new body." You answered, getting uncomfortable at the way he was eyeing you, like you were a piece of meat.

As if things couldn't get worse, two other boys walked out from where the urinals were. Walter recognized them immediately. The first was Jericho's right hand man- Tre'Shon Dawson, known as Tre. He was Jericho's height and played left winger. He had rich, chocolatey skin, sharp and well defined features complemented by his neat dreadlocks. On his right was Ngo Tourey, the Gambian exchange student. He was easily the most physically intimidating of the trio, 6'3 with rough facial features that made him look much older than he really was, along with wide shoulders.

"Whoa! That's a woman!" Tre spluttered. Jericho rolled his eyes.

"Shocker, Tre." He answered back.

"What is she doing here?" Ngo asked, puzzled. Jericho smirked.

"I don't know actually... the school does have strict safeguarding policies, especially regarding teachers in misgendered bathrooms." Jericho said slyly, his eyes trailing over Walter's figure. The teacher didn't like where this was going.

"Oh, come on Jericho. You know it was an honest mistake..." Walter began, stumbling backwards only bump into something hard, spinning around to see Tre between him and the door. He gulped as the crowd of boys brought their circle in closer until their bodies were pressed tightly against Walter's body. He could feel their body heat emanating into him, their taut abs rubbing against his skin through their shirts, the underlying smell of smoke and sweat permeating his nostrils.

"Do we really though, Mr. Smith?" Tre asked, and Walter shivered as he felt the boy's hand slowly trail up the back of his jacket, before it hooked itself within the collar.

"It'd be a real shame to see you go Mr. Smith." Jericho hissed from in front of him, his eyes glued to his breasts like lasers. Walter whimpered as he felt Ngo seize his arms, allowing Tre to pull the jacket off his shoulders, leaving him in his shirt.

"Please boys... you don't have to do this!" Walter whimpered pathetically. Jericho smirked, roughly grabbing Walter's dainty chin and lifting his face up so Walter was staring right into Jericho's piercing blue eyes.

"You're right Mr. Smith... we don't have to do this." Jericho hissed as Walter felt Tre's rough hands grab at his clothed, cushiony ass. "But you do... unless you want to wake up tomorrow, jobless and branded as a molester!"

Walter whimpered as the boys began to grind earnestly against his supple skin, knowing he was in a position of hopelessness. Ngo had wrapped his arms around Walter, his mouth right next to Walter's ears, Ngo's breath hot against Walter's exposed neck as his rough hands began to undo the button of Walter's dress shorts. Tre was beginning to rapidly unbutton Walter's shirt while Jericho cupped Walter's breasts through the fabric.

Walter whimpered as he felt three distinct outlines press against him, boxing him into a box of arousal. A feminine moan escaped his mouth as Jericho began to squish his clothed tits. He desperately flicked an eye to the door, praying someone would hear him. Maybe he should make himself heard? Yell for help? But there was a risk- if no one was there... well, things would not look good.