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For what felt like an eternity, you simply stared at Ms. Moore's dead phone. Only the fast beating of your heart served as the sole reminder of time rapidly ticking away. Snapping yourself back to reality, you quickly recalled about your own phone back at your house. While you knew that the app would transfer between phones during possession, perhaps there was another copy of the app on your own phone, right?

"I really hope the app developers thought THIS far in terms of troubleshooting, because I am literally pinning my hopes on them right now," you muttered, as you slowly redressed yourself in Ms. Moore's clothing. You were thankful that you had access to some of her memories, as fastening her lace bra and finding the zipper on her tight skirt weren't part of your regular routine. You also found out that her fiancée was out on a business trip right now, and she would be alone at home for at least the next couple of days. Aside from grading assignments and a trip to the supermarket, Ms. Moore had no other plans for today, convenient for your predicament. Of course, priding yourself as a cautious individual, you still wanted better control of your situation. For some reason, you couldn't figure out the rest of Ms. Moore's plans past today, increasing your concern. Perhaps this was still a limitation of the app?

Sliding on her heels, you slowly opened the storage door, peering outside for any possible onlookers. Luckily, the school was mostly deserted at this point, which is once again convenient for you.

Stumbling in your footsteps due to Ms. Moore's heels and the soreness from your masturbating session, you painstaking made it to the staff room to pick up April's belongings. You came face-to-face with Ms. Dawson, who was also probably staying late for the day.

"Oh hi April! Working overtime as well?" Ms. Dawson cheerfully asked. Unlike her serious demeanor in class, her tone was softer and more casual in this case. You almost questioned yourself if you had accurately impersonated her earlier, although in retrospect, hearing that strong voice again might arouse you more than you can contain. After all, your panties were already soiled and uncomfortable.

"Yea. Just finished the work haha. I'm going to head out now, Ms. Da--, I mean, Charlotte," you replied.

"Are you ok, April? You look pretty exhausted, if you ask me," Ms. Dawson looked on with a puzzled face.

"It's ok!" you answered hastily. "I, um... might have pulled a muscle or something when I was in the storage room earlier. But I'm really fine, so don't worry about me!" You simply tried to assuage Ms. Dawson's concerns at you spun an impromptu excuse.

Ms. Dawson stared for a few moments before saying, "Ok. Just take it easy for today and let me know if you have any problems."

You nodded as you picked up Ms. Moore's bright red Chanel purse and left the staff room. Oddly enough, you enjoyed the feeling of carrying that purse, giving you that strong sense of comfort.

Walking out of the school, you chuckled at your exchange with Ms. Dawson earlier. The thought of her casually conversing with you without knowing that you were not the April Moore she knew, but a mere student possessing her body. It was one step beyond just pure impersonation; you literally became another person, body included. Being someone who can impersonate many others was simply icing on the cake. You felt yourself getting wet at this wide range of possibilities made feasible by your newfound app.

The drive was relatively uneventful, as Ms. Moore's car was commonplace, not fancy like her purse. Maybe you were stimulated by the constant rubbing against your oversized chest every time you turned the steering wheel, but your mind was too concentrated on the road to pay attention in that moment. Your panties simply got damper as you got closer to your home.