There might be something better

Matt looked at Melissa - hot, but he doubted the girl had been sent to the alternate cheer squad if she had been the type to do "anything" for a grade. He didn't want to risk wasting time with something that could be nothing when he might find something worth while. As he walked toward his chemistry class, he jumped from person to person, trying to find anyone with an inordinate excitement forefront in their minds, trusting that his body would make it to class on its own.

He discovered he didn't have to see the person he tried jumping into, merely thinking about them would allow him to take their place. That revelation made him think of Jason, and suddenly he found himself sitting in the principal's office. Apparently he had been caught trying to relieve a certain problem he had been afflicted with, and was now stuck in the office with no relief in sight, and it didn't help the hottest woman in the school happened to work behind the reception desk. Miss Jackson seemed to know her job, and obviously knew what to do with her looks. Today she was wearing a mid thigh skirt and white blouse combo, her breasts threatening to pop the buttons every time she moved, and the sight was doing nothing for Jason's blue balls.

Since starting at this school, Matt had thought he would do anything to even see the woman naked, and suddenly he realized he could do just that. He jumped from Jason's mind to Miss Jackson, his/her breath hitching as he felt the weight of her breasts. He resisted the urge to cup her hands over her breasts, but barely. It was similarly difficult to resist the urge to slide her hand under her skirt and masturbate. She smiled as the impropriety of the thought, rubbing her clit as teachers and students watched.

Then the buzzer on the desk rang, and Mr. Adams voice came from the speaker. "Cynthia, could you come in here and take some notes on the parent teacher conference?"

It took a moment for Matt to remember Miss Jackson's first name was Cynthia, but the body seemed to move by instinct, grabbing a pen and pad of paper and walking to the closed door in the corner. As Matt turned the doorknob, he realized there was a nervous resignation in the muscles of Miss Jackson's lower stomach. She entered the room, automatically closing the door as he had automatically adjusted to flight when he was the bird.

"Very nice," Mr. Adams said the moment the door closed. He was standing in front of his desk, his hands already at his zipper, and as Matt watched, he realized this must be a regular thing, because the feeling of resignation grew, but there was no feeling of shock at all. "You've been a very bad student," Mr. Adams almost purred, pulling out his wrinkled old cock. Matt rolled her eyes, not wanting to believe the man who the entire school looked up to was actually perverted enough to fantasize about his own students. "Well, Ms. Cooper? What do you have to say for yourself?"

Matt almost snorted at the sound of the name. Apparently the man's fantasies went as far as to choose a specific student. Cooper was the last name of Sara, Jason's girlfriend and captain of the cheerleader squad. She shrugged her shoulders, looking at the floor, not wanting Mr. Adams see the smirk of amusement on her face.

Apparently Mr. Adams wasn't really looking for an answer, however. He crossed the room and grabbed Matt by the arm, dragging her across the office to his large desk. "I think it's time for some punishment," he said, placing her hand on the desk, his own hand going to the back of her skirt and raising it up to expose her shapely ass.

Matt realized he had to make a decision, and quick. If he stayed in Miss Jackson's body, his first sexual experience would be that of a woman's, being fucked by the old man.