A day at school

I was out of breath for a while before I finally calmed down.

{Well, see ya!}

And suddenly a great quiet settled on my mind. A hint of emptiness. I was left with my hand on my dick, cum on my walls and a small curiosity of whether all that had been a dream. Was I going mad?

I cleaned up and tried not to think any more of it.

The next day, I was in the library bathroom when the voice suddenly appeared again.

{Nice cock.}

I was so startled I stopped peeing. It took a while before I could resume.

[What the fuck!]

{Sorry. I've been watching you for a while.}

[What - since when?]

{Judging by the look on Clarissa's face just now, she definitely heard us yesterday.}

Us?

I knew what she meant, but saying it like that still felt strange. And - damn it! I had felt so embarrassed when I walked past Clarissa I dared not look her in the eye. But curiosity got the better of me and I sneaked a peek, and instantly catching her gaze, only for her to look away anxiously. I looked away that instant, too. I knew I was never going to speak to her again. When were the times she had class? I had to avoid this hallway whenever possible.

[No fucking thanks to you!] I internally screamed, but outwardly tried to maintain my composure, save for a brief strained expression. [Please, get out of my body. Please.]

With that, I felt a pang of... sadness?

{I'm really sorry. Let's try to be more quiet next time?}

I sighed, washing my hands.

{Aww, don't be like that. Here, let me make it up to you.}

The wave of grogginess poured in again. [No!] I screamed, but it didn't matter. This time it was faster, less disorientating, and I woke up as if cold water had been splashed onto my face.

I was sitting in a car, sitting shotgun. Outside, green shrubbery adorned a decorated concrete pavement, behind that stood long rectangular windows on a red brick wall - wait, I knew where this was! Near the library! Where I - my real body was! And we were heading there! I jerked my head to find out who was driving and was met with two beautiful magenta eyes. A stunning blonde girl had her hands on the wheel. She couldn't have been older than, say, 25, with that body, clad in form-fitting woolen blouse and beige shorts that showed off her thighs, though I could only see all this in peripheral vision, because I couldn't look away from those eyes. That was... unnatural. Not from this world. It didn't give me fear, it just... I felt I was lost in them, that sea of glowing magenta, and for one moment I had forgotten everything and would never return and never want to...

"Hello, John!" she said with a smile, snapping me out of the trance. Then she turned back to focus on the road. I realized how I had only been looking into her eyes for a brief second.

Then it hit me. I looked down and at my hands. Surely, I was in the girl's body. This woman knew me. Knew about all this witchcraft and how I was now in the body of a girl.

That's it! Now's my chance! I clambered up, hoping to get a look in the rearview mirror to see who I - this body truly belonged to. But with one touch of the woman I felt the strength vanish completely from my body, and I sunk back into the seat, head lolled to the side. I tried as hard as I could with my adrenaline-fueled rush to turn my head so I could at least peak at the side mirror, but it was no use. I couldn't move.

"There, there," the woman said. I couldn't see her, but her hand snaked up to my hair, caressed down the side of my face and toward my breasts. She gave light squeeze, then a firmer one, before her fingers entered the slip of my blouse to pronounce their icy cold on the skin around my nipples. She danced her fingers around, teasing and kneading and groping, and I could do nothing but feel the aching ecstasy reverb through my body, translating into a growing wetness down below.

{We will meet again} she said. I'm not sure I heard it or _thought _it. Then the world went black.

{Welcome back!} the cheery girl's voice sounded again. I was back in my own body. It took a minute to realize I was still in the bathroom, but now inside a stall. {I see you liked my - um - the woman!} My dick was standing at attention in my hand.

I half-expected it to deflate at the sudden change of scene, but it didn't. It stood, hard as ever. A ring of markings looped the base of it, which looked like magic.

{Great news! I have a mission for you.}