After a wonderfull night in my new youthfull form, I decided to preapre myself for the day. After all I haven't gone to school for the past 20 years or so.
I checken in my wardrobe and decided to wear something sexy.
I put on a red cold shoulder long sleeved shirt which hugged my form splendidly, a black leather leggings, and white knee-high boots.
As I dressed and looked into the mirror I couldn't stop giggling. I slowly and sensually licked my lips, as I ran my hands down on my body.
"I will recieve so many hungry eyes today." I had my hands on my hips. "Too bad that only one will get these," I cupped my hands on my tits. "delicious meats for himself. And only him." I snickered, as I pulled a lock of hair behind my ear.
After that, I put on some light make-up, had breakfast and took the bus to school.
On my way there I remembered something crucial while I was in a body.
While the host body needed nurishments, I however wasn't in need one. Granted I was a slimey glob and I didn't have any stomach, so I guess that could be explained how much my biology changed.
However I also never had to remove waste's while I was in a possession of someone.
Did that mean I absorb the wastes? That could have been the only explanation.
Not soon after my internal debate, I arrived the school my son and I now going.
As I was entering the door, I realised I was so busy oggling, about this body and fantasizing about my son, I haven't taken a proper look into this chick's memory.
I ran through them quickly. The reason she is so hard working about her body, is because she is an aspiring athlete. One of the reason why she is a cheerleader, and in a pretty respectful position 'popularity'. Even though she saw my son numerous times she never really had an opinion about him. Though she never voiced it, she isn't comfirtable knowing he is bullied by her friends.
While I think it is ultimately cowardly of, not voicing her opinion you can't really fault her. At least this chick has the decency of not being a bitch.
Your thought's were interrupted, by the sound of someone tripping.
You turned back on the hallway, and saw your son on the ground papers spilled while a jockey towered over him a resident bully, David Hudson.
"You should watch where you going, thin-ny!" Threatened the 'Oh-so-impressive' jock.
"...I don't think that's even a word." I heard my son muttering. He was kicked in the stomach by the bully. I clenched my hand, and was feeling furious.
By now a small crowd gathered not to mention the cheerleader queen Stephanie Brooklyn was filming it, while her friend Kim Williams watched. At least the latter didn't have a smile on her face.
Yep. Time to intervene.
I walked through the crowd. "That's enough David!" Most of them looked at me surprised, and I realised I have to stay somewhat in character so people won't get suspicious of me. "It's monday, and you making a scene really making me and other a migraine!" I continued. That's as close to solving the bullying without taking sides as a I can.
He scoffed. But relented and the crowd disperses.
The two cheerleader bitches just shrug and go on their business. Leaving my son clutching his stomach, as he tries to gather the scattered papers from the floor.
I walk up to him and lean-down helping him. While of course trying to show him as much of my cleavage as I could.
When I gathered as much as I could I saw him blushing. I squeeled how cute he looked. I handed it to him, and gave a shy thank you.
"Your welcome." I told him with a smile. I got a brilliant idea. I leaned closer and whispered. "Son."
I leaned out and his eyes went wide. I gave him a smile and a wink, and headed to class. Making sure my hips were swaying for him to take it in.
One thing was sure...
This was going to be the last bad day for him at school
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