Settling into the school day

Walking through the corridors of the school was its own experience, both subtly familiar, yet drastically different from my own memories. It was still a school, and being surrounded by all these 18 year olds, so wrapped up in hormones and the intensity in small dramas and interactions that only teenagers could drum up, gave me a familiar, illicit buzz. Even though I’d only left school a few years ago myself, being back here, as a student no less, felt so sneaky and forbidden.

The differences from my own experience though, were pronounced. Annie was a very cute girl, and at my old school no doubt would have been one of the top beauties, but here she faded completely into the background. No real struggles combined with **** wealth and the accesses it provided meant these students had only the best; The best healthcare, the best clothes, the best standard of living, the best surgeries. Even the best genes; as their plutocrat parents inevitably had their pick of supermodels and the famous to create offspring with, and it showed in how physically attractive so many of the students were.

I really felt like the monster I was so quickly transforming into, as I hungrily eyed their bodies passing through the corridors to my first class, while imagining what I would do inside them. I tried to stow away the feeling, as I scurried into Annie’s home room class, letting her more reserved mannerisms cover me completely, settling into her chair.

Her home room was as lavish as it was big. Each desk was made of expensive looking wood, and big enough to accommodate the laptops nearly every student had laid out in front of them. I glanced at their logos, seeing the priciest Apple Macs and the top end Dell’s, HP’s, even some gaming laptops with their rainbow-colored keys. Reaching into Annie’s backpack, I found her chromebook and set it up on the desk. It would definitely do the job for lessons, but… glancing at her classmates hardware I felt her own strands of jealousy forming. Annie was probably the only person here who didn’t come from **** wealth, and in little ways it was obvious to everyone.

I could tell she was thankful they used uniforms here; If students had been wearing their own clothes, the wealth gap would have been even more obvious. Annie’s homeroom teacher came in, a stern looking woman whose hair was in a tight bun, and began the days lessons.

Fully ensconced in her personality and skin, I let Annie disguise me as I settled into her daily actions, going from class to class as the day went on.

Back in school… I should hate being here, but I just feel so much hope for my own second chance!

It wasn’t just the students that were different, the standard of teaching was too. Each class was taught by a real master of their field, teachers who could have been University lecturers yet were here at this highschool. It made me wonder how much they were being paid, but in my current role as a student, I mainly just enjoyed the learning.

Annie was smart, she had to be to get the scholarship in the first place, and so I didn’t struggle with the course material as the day went on. Some of the things they were being taught here were almost as advanced as university material; a benefit of the private tutors nearly all the pupils had enjoyed alongside their education at their previous high school.

This is the second time I’ve worn a woman smarter than me… it feels a little addictive in its own way, having such grasp of subjects I was never special in before.

On top of that, or rather below in this case, I was still wearing Lisa’s skin too. Having the intelligence of both of them at my disposal was its own serious thrill!

I shivered a little at my desk with the perverted pleasure of knowing I was wrapped up tight in two women, and even in the unlikely event that I’d remove Annie’s face and be seen by a pupil, they’d believe Lisa’s face was my true one. Lisa, reviled as a skinwalker… while really underneath her pretty face was me. Even thinking about the layers of deception gave me such a thrill.

Each student in this school seemed to have a personal timetable, a benefit of the school really caring about the individual and their learning journey. Well, or at least caring enough about the high fees the school charged, and so needing to attempt to justify them somehow. It meant that each subject was shared with a different bunch of students, so in that way it both meant the entire year seemed to know each other, and it gave me a chance to see them all.

It wasn’t until Math class that I saw Victoria. Annie sat right at the front, close to the door and to the “board”, that in this school was more like a massive touchscreen monitor, that teachers could bring anything up on while easily being able to annotate notes with a stylus or finger. I had to crane my neck a little to see Victoria, sat at the center of the back.

Her blonde hair looked immaculate and it trailed down her back, straight, glossy and platinum, with a healthy shine that just looked expensive. Her nails sparkled a pink shade that seemed to catch the light differently from any conventional nail polish I’d ever seen, and even from here I could tell they were perfectly attended to.

The cut of her uniform was notably a lot better than the one I was wearing; it was so strange to notice the subtle changes, but I felt like if we were beside one another, it would seem the uniforms would look worlds apart in terms of fit… Victoria’s must have been personally tailored, just for her. As I glanced around, comparing Victoria to others, and to myself, it seemed a lot of the students had had something like that done; but still, none of them looked quite as good as Victoria. Even in a school for the elite, she seemed to stand at the very apex of them.

She was texting casually on her iPhone, the latest model, naturally. Her Chanel case caught the light just a little as she ignored the lesson, her free hand playing with her hair. Surrounding her seemed to be her own posse; less like friends and more like an entourage really. A mix of muscular, sporty guys and pretty girls, each sporting only the latest fashions sat in the seats around her, and even from this distance I could tell from the looks of adoration and envy from the girls and lustful desire from the guys that each one of them was just existing in Victoria’s orbit.

“Hey… Annie…!”

“Huh…?”

I turned to my side, noticing a meek looking boy sitting next to me.

“Quit staring at her, she’s gonna notice!”

I settled back into my chair as I shifted my attentions to this new guy, curious as to why he’d need to warn me. His uniform lacked the deft touch of personalized tailoring, just like mine, and he also seemed to lack the same overly perfect glow of the other rich students. His hair was naturally wavy, yet kept short enough it wasn’t really noticeable, while slightly oversized glasses sat on his nose, a little awkwardly. His build was slight, while his darker skin also stood out a little in comparison to the rest of the student bodies almost universal white. If I had to guess, I’d say his heritage was from India or Pakistan, but a quick dip into Annie’s memories told me he had the name Toby, presumably given by his parents in order to blend in more with the society he’d moved to as opposed to his ancestral homeland.

He’s a scholarship student too… a software whiz, a gifted programmer. Brought in as part of the schools drive to foster new tech talent… after all, if they had educated the next big start-up founder, their reputation and relevance would only grow.

“You know she’d want any excuse to taunt you, you know?”

He said it sheepishly, nerves flitting just a little across his vision. Another peek into Annie’s memories painted a picture of just why he was warning me… although Victoria wasn’t exactly a fully fledged bully, she had a sadistic streak fueled by narcissistic pride that wouldn’t hesitate to humiliate those she considered beneath her, which even in this school, would be everyone as far as she was concerned.

I found my mouth wrinkling a little into a look of distaste, my impression of Victoria lowered by the minute. I tried to compose myself a little, as I replied…

“Thanks Toby, I guess I wasn’t thinking.”

My warm smile was met with an almost nervous blush from him, as he turned away and we were lost in the lesson again.

It’s just like Candida alluded, Victoria does seem to be an unpleasant girl… maybe I can find out some more from Toby about the dynamics of the school, as he seems a little more clued in than Annie. As smart as she is, her memories do show her having a narrow enough view of things, mainly just focusing on her own business, and of course, her illicit affairs...