Tell Mrs. Morita that you forgot your swimming trousers

Walking out of the locker room in your uniform Mrs. Morita spots you immediately. She has a bit of a reputation for being, less than happy when students weren't ready for her classes. Towering over you she demanded to know why you hadn't changed.

"M-my swimmers weren't in my locker Miss." You said, cowering slightly under the tall futas gaze. You heard some snicker from a few of the futa and dared a look over at them.

It was Beth who caught your attention. A futa who was taller than Mrs. Morita herself holding your swimming trucks waving them at you. "Then go get a pair from the spares." His teacher ordered you.

It was at that moment you fucked up. Pointing at Beth you said, "You stole them!" As the words left your mouth you tried to take them back. "S-sorry I meant -" Too late.

"How dare you accuse a fellow student, and a fellow futa of being a thief." Mrs Mortia said glaring at you. All of the non-futas in the room let out a quiet sigh, at some point in every lesson someone had done something to earn Mrs. Mortia's ire and none of them would it today.

"Yeah I didn't do anything. You just hate futa's is that it? Jealous of how big our cocks are." Beth taunted, still holding you swimming trunks in hand while she did.

"N-" You could get a word in.

"That does it, come with me." Mrs. Mortia grabbed your arm and dragged you back towards the lockers. You honestly thought she was going to **** you in public, it was kinda a relief she was just going to yell and give you detention in private.

You only noticed she'd taken you into the wrong locker room when you saw the symbol for women on the wall. You tried to squirm but her grip was iron and that just made her squeeze harder. You let out a mew of pain as she dragged you into the women locker room.

"Now get changed." She let you go throwing you at the spare swimming uniform box, filled with women's unifroms.

"Mrs. -" You were cut off by her glaring at you.

"If you can't respect school property or it's students it certainly shouldn't respect you. Put it on, or I'll find another way for you to applogise for slandering a fellow futa." Your eyes were drawn to her pants and the growing bulge she was containing within them. You were very aware of the stories about this but had managed to never find out if they were true. The reason Mrs. Mortia was so popular with her futa students, she'd let them get away with **** a guy so long as it was at her order.

You looked at the box full of one-piece women's swimmers. Wearing this, you'll never live it down, you still remember when a guy someone tie a bow in their hair as prank. These days he only ever comes to school in a dress and usually can't sit down.