The "old" hood

It doesn't take long before you're cruising through your old subdivision. The drive over seemed distant as you weren't paying attention for most of the drive. Luckily traffic was light and you could afford to have your focus on other things than the road.

You had yet to see any sign of yourself, or anyone you knew. Distracted as you had been, there was no way you had missed seeing your old self walking down the street. You pull the car up to the curb outside your old house. Normally you would be home a few hours before either parent made it home from work. If this was any other Friday, your lazy ass would be on the couch watching TV, eating a snack, or sneaking in some porn while you had the house to yourself.

Distant memories of jerking off skitter through your mind, scaring you as you remember that your beloved penis is as lost as the rest of your old body. If this was like any of the smutty games and stories that you enjoyed masturbating to online, then you would have just rolled with things and had sex with half the town already.

Instead you sat in some old Honda in surprisingly boring clothes. Hell, you hadn't even taken a peek at your teacher's naked body yet. This makes you slightly curious and you can't help but glance down at your rack. Not a bad set of boobs, if you said so yourself. Not very comforting given the fact that you had to trade your penis in for them, but this catastrophe may have a silver lining yet.

"Ms. Bickler?"

The voice tears you from your musings and you jerk your head toward the sound of the voice. Hoping you would see your old self and be on your way to fixing this mess, you sigh as you catch sight of Lucien, your neighbor.

Lucien was a few years older than you, or older than you had been. He had graduated a year or two ago. He was tall and muscular. His olive skin hinted at his mixed race, and gave him an exotic look. You had never noticed how muscular he was, or how good he looked in a pair of basketball shorts. Suddenly you found yourself seeing what all the girls at your school saw in him. No wonder they always showed up for the big games.

Your eyes finally meet his, as you catch yourself holding your breath. You had never been lost in them like this before. Lucien had always been a guy that would school you in basketball in the driveway, or kill a few hours with you on the Xbox. Now you couldn't help but wonder what else he might be skilled at.

"It's been a while, Ms. Bickler. It is still Ms, right? Or did you finally break all the boys heart's and get married?" Lucien asked, smiling. Was he flirting with you? But you were his teacher. Wait, that's not right.

Confused, all you can do is smile back. Then you feel yourself blushing. Oh my god, he's flirting with me and I'm blushing, you think to yourself, wanting out of this situation.

"What are you doing here? You doing private lessons now?" He looks over his shoulder, his muscular, well formed shoulder, at your old house. "You here to see Mike?" Lucien asks, curious and intrigued at why Ms. Bickler might visit your old self.

"Yeah, he forgot a book and I was dropping it off. I assigned some homework this weekend and he's in danger of failing if he doesn't get it done." You lie.

"Mike? That nerd ain't in danger of failing anything, I bet." He scoffs. You decide to take it as a compliment. "If he's failing, I bet it's from being distracted in class." He flashes another smile, "I could give him the book if you want. His car ain't here, so I doubt he's home yet."

You watch in horror as Lucien moves closer to your car. He's leaning against it now, obviously stealing a peek at your chest. Strangely it makes your heart beat faster. Unfortunately the book in your lie is still sitting on the desk at school.

"No," you say too fast, then slow down. "I'm sure you're right. He probably won't fail. I can catch him later, or just wait until Monday."

Lucien squints a bit, obviously suspicious. You find yourself pushing out your chest without trying. The movement draws his attention back to your rack, and makes him forget whatever he was going to ask. "OK, Ms. Bickler, but you never answered my question. You married yet? You know, 'cause I'm not a student anymore."

He's gone back to flirting, caring more about getting in your pants than some stupid textbook, or his neighbor's grades. You find yourself relieved, and also a bit happy. You brush away a stray hair and smile up at Lucien. He's obviously interested in your answer. You both know Ms. Bickler isn't married. The question though, is do you want to actually sit here and flirt with Lucien. There's certainly more important things you should be doing. On the other hand, he does look much better than you ever recalled, and your new body seems interested.