A teacher's calling on you

"Melody? Melody. Wake up, please."

You open your eyes and pull your head up from the desk you're sitting at. You blink your eyes a few times, reorienting yourself. Wait, a desk? You bring your head up and swivel around. You're in a classroom, and the teacher is standing in front of your desk, watching you wake up.

"Now that you're back with us, Melody, perhaps you'd like to tell the class something about the Magna Carta?"

Oh, yeah, you think groggily, you know that one, you learned about the Magna Carta in school. "It's, uh..." You start to talk, but nothing comes to mind. You could've sworn you knew this stuff, but none of it's in your mind.

Wait, who's Melody?

"As expected, you didn't do the reading. Please pay a little more attention. Now, class..." The teacher continues to teach, moving back to the front of the class. Looking around, you're pretty far towards the back. You notice a girl in the seat next to you snickering. She sees you look at her and smiles at you, looking like she wants to give you encouragement.

You sit back at your desk and hang your head down. When you do, long blonde hair falls around your face. You bring your hand up to feel it, but 'your' hand is small and dainty, with glossy nails. A cream-colored sweater ends around your wrist, and it's soft to the touch. You run your hands across the sleeve until you reach your shoulder, just above the gentle arc of your- nope, you're gonna skip that. You're wearing jeans, you notice. They're tight against the curves of your legs, but they don't feel constricting, they're comfortable. In fact, you feel really comfortable being in this body. Not for any particular reason, it just feels kinda nice.

You start to go back over what happened in your head, but it doesn't take you too long to realize that this is definitely your stepsister's fault. You've got no idea how she did it, but what she said to you before you passed out is a pretty clear indication that she's done this to you somehow. That's your priority then: find your sister. She's your only way out of this. In the meantime, you figure you'd better lie low and pretend like everything's going okay for you - Melody. You don't want to think about whether this is a new person or you've taken over the life of someone who existed before, but you do know that if you run around saying you're a college student trapped in this body, everyone's going to think you're crazy.

You have the idea to look for some kind of ID. After all, you don't even know 'your' last name. Sitting next to your desk is a backpack, and you unzip a few pockets before you find a little wristlet with a driver's licence in it. You pull it out, and the first thing you notice is that you're really adorable. You've got piercing blue eyes, a small nose, and a really good complexion. But looking at it, you don't feel any sort of attraction like you may have before, you only feel a sense of pride. You shove that on the growing pile of 'things to think about later', and check your name: Melody Greene. You memorize the rest of the stuff on the ID, including where your home is, in case you need it. Luckily, it seems like you're still in the same town, so you should be able to get back to your real home.

The bell rings and the teacher reluctantly lets class end. The students more towards the front make their escape, and you stand up to leave, replacing the wristlet in your backpack. The girl who was next to you stands up and walks over to you.

"Yo, Mel, didn't do the reading?"

The girl talking to you is pretty, brunette hair falling in waves around almond eyes. She's got a nice figure, too, though to be honest you're afraid to look at it, worried about what you might feel or not feel should you look. You've got no idea what her name could be. "No," you say, "I guess I, uh, forgot." You shrug.

"Don't worry," she says, "I'm totally with you on that. Senior Year, slut it up, right?" She laughs, and you do your best to laugh with her, though you really hope that was some kind of in joke and not a suggestion. But based on what she said, that makes you a Senior in high school. That means you're the same age as your stepsister, you realize. Is this her school? You're not sure, you went to a different one.

"Anyway, come on, let's get going, just one more class before lunch." You nod and follow your apparent friend out of the room. At the front of the class, she stops and turns back to you. "You're real quiet. Something wrong?"

Maybe your 'pretend nothing's wrong' plan isn't as great as you'd thought. "Oh, I'm just tired. Real tired." You stretch your arms up to drive home the point, but stop when you notice it's pushing your breasts out. "What, you didn't notice me fall asleep?" You make yourself laugh.

She looks at you for a few seconds and shrugs, and turns to walk out of the classroom. She exits, and you're about to, when you feel a sensation unmistakable to you, even though you've spent less than a class period in this body: something is inside your vagina.

It's only a weird feeling at first, but then whatever it is starts to move around, sliding first up one wall then down the other. You stop in your tracks, pleasure quickly starting to mount. You can feel yourself moisten. "Aah..." You try to talk to your friend, but it comes out at first more like a moan. "Hey, you go on ahead, okay? I've gott-AH!" Whatever's in there hits your clit once, mercilessly. "I've gotta use the bathroom."

"Okay, I guess I'll see you in class then. You sure you're all right?" You nod, not trusting your own voice. She looks at you for a few seconds, then turns around and heads down the hallway.

You whip your head around, trying desperately to find the nearest bathroom. Your hair gets in your eyes, making it hard to see. Your eyes are starting to tear up, too. The motion in your vagina is getting more intense, and you swear you can hear some kind of wet squishing noise coming from down there. Finally, you spot a women's restroom and dart through the crowd with agility you didn't know you had. You push the door open and duck inside. It's empty, luckily, and you throw yourself inside one of the stalls.

You feel like you're being driven crazy, driven to the absolute edge. You hold your breath and put your hands on the waist of your jeans. It takes a moment for you gather yourself enough, but you manage to work up the courage to pull down your pants and panties in one go.