Principal Reiner

You face turns grey as you the ring roll up to a woman in black high block heels. Principal Alicia Reiner stoops low to pick it up, the eyes of the boys behind her glued to to her rear. At age 34, she was by far the youngest principal your college ever had, and she was accomplished too. Her capability and youthfulness ushered in a wave of reforms for your college making it one number one in the region from a dismal 12th place, commanding respecting from all around her.

However, she was also known to be a strict person, hence your fearful reaction. "James Hoover, do we have a problem there?" she barks at him with that serious tone of hers, instantly causing chatter in the hallway to die down. James gulped nervously. "No ma'am, none at all. Jean here just tripped on my foot, it was a simple accident. " He looks at you, as if daring you to say otherwise. Gritting your teeth, you reply "Yes, Principal Reiner, that's all it was."

Mrs. Reiner doesn't look impressed, but since you corroborated James' story, she left it at that. "Very well, Mr. Hoover please take your leave. You, Jean, I want to see you in my office if you want this back." She brandishes the ring before slipping it on to her own finger. She regards the other students who were before walking off. "As you were." She calls out before disappearing up the stairwell.

"Dude, hope that thing wasn't expensive or anything. I doubt you'll be getting it back."

"Don't worry about it. Besides, I'm not sure I want it back." You say as you walk away from him towards the restroom. Settling yourself into one of the stall, you flicked the lock closed. Grinning, you hold the medallion for a second before turning it to white.

You gasped as you fall onto the wall, nearly tripping on the heels Mrs. Reiner was wearing. The feeling of soft hair grazing your nape, the weight on your chest, the tightness of the suit you wore, the sound of your breath, all foreign sensation that confirmed you were no longer yourself. You were Alicia Reiner.

Holding onto the wall, you pull open the door to her office. Thank heavens she was on her way there, else I'd have had to hike up all the way holding her heels in my hand. Inside, you quickly kick off the heels, your bare feet enjoying the coarse surface of the carpet.

"Well, pardon the intrusion... Alicia." You giggle as you unbutton as her shirt, your shirt. "Oh, wow." You squeal in delight as you see her voluptuous figure and large E cup breasts, clad in a red silk bra. "Wow, Miss Principal, you are way more sexy than you let on. " You zip down her skirt and marvel at her matching red silk panties. Guess she isn't a hypocrite.

Now, it's about time you had a taste of the main dish. You hungrily strip off the skirt and run your fingers over the middle line of your panties, whimpering as tingles went up your spine. From just that? Alicia, your body is way too sensitive! Drawing a deep breath, you plunge two fingers under the silk and into the slit, moaning as you do. Your finger find their way to the clit, and your rub the region around it, enjoying the slow waves of pleasure before giving it a flick which sends an electrifying jolts of pleasure washing throughout your body, leaving your legs weak and causing you to collapse to your knees.

Too much! If you tried anything more, or god forbid, orgasm, you were certain that you'd becoming completely addicted to the sensation as spend the whole day as Alicia. Dejectedly you twist the ring, and find your body hunched over in the bathroom, just the way you'd left it.