Moving on

As fun as being Mr Trent had been Becky feels like she's detained him long enough. Besides, his memories tell her he's got a remedial math class next and there are definitely more fun things she could be doing other than attempting to hammer home the basics of algebra to a class of disinterested slackers.

Hurriedly she dresses Mr Trent's body, struggling a bit with his buttons before realizing they are on the wrong way round. Acutely aware that she's running out of time she dashes back to her locker, retrieves her clothing and purse then dashes back to the empty class.

Next time, she tells herself, she'll be more organized. All this running around was a pain in the butt!

Finally, she has everything she needs and she wills herself to leave her teacher's body. A moment later she's crawling out between his lips leaving a trail of alien slime in her wake.

"Eww," she shudders shifting back to her girl mode "the powers are pretty cool but I don't think the slug thing will ever stop being gross."

She has a moment of panic at the thought that her teacher might recover his senses before she's ready but her alien half assures her that the slime she secretes will leave her host drowsy for a few minutes yet. Handily, he will also be highly suggestible.

"Hey, Mr Trent. Nothing weird happened today okay?" she told him with all the authority she could muster "You taught your classes as normal. Becky felt ill and hand to be excused but that's it. Understood?"

She took his indistinct groans as agreement and, confident that he'd remember things her way she finished dressing and slipped quietly out into the hall...