Curiosity gets the better of me

I did not hear a word Mrs Faversham said. She was all I could think about. Completely unremarkable yet i was starting to become slightly obsessed.

The bell rang. I had made my decision. I was going to speak to her. I had no idea if she would still be there, but, something was compelling me to check.

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"Hello," i spoke, approaching the fence where she leaned. No response. "Can i help, its just that you..."

"I want your life," she interupted.

"Pardon?" I asked hesitantly back.

"I'm going to take it," she looked deadpan at me. "You dont deserve it!" She continued.

To say i was bewildered was an understatement. But then the confusion began to fade only to be met with understanding. I had to help her. I had to give her my life.

"In there." She pointed at the side block which had a couple of meeting rooms. "We swap!"

I started walking, checking over my shoulder to ensure she was following me. Opening the door to room M1, i was met with a mannequin used to model our uniform. I thought that was odd as it tended to be on display in main reception. The door creaked behind me as the girl entered, she smiled at the mannequin. She pointed over to it "Off," she commanded.

It made sense. If she wanted my life, she'd need the right attire to fit in!

I began to remove garments one by one from the mannequin. Removing its blazer, jumper, shirt and tie first, before slipping off its shoes, skirt and finally the tights. These were hardest to get off.

I turned back to the girl, who had begun undressing. She had tossed her blazer and jumper onto the floor beneath me. She caught me watching her. "Away!" She screamed. I quickly turned to face the wall.

It seemed an eternity, i could hear the rustling of clothes and more and more garments landed at my feet, including panties and a bra. I thought that odd but the confusion quickly subsided.

Finally, i felt a tap on the shoulder. Turning around, I saw the girl looking much more presentable. The uniform was a better fit than her old raggedy hand me downs.

She triumphantly fastened her blazer. "I like this!" She grinned. "This is right!"

And thats when the bewilderment kicked back in. It didnt seem right, we didnt need to swap. "This is all well and good dressing like this but the school is full and swapping is out of the question. You should leave!" I asserted.

She just looked at me and pointed at the pile of clothes. "Swap" she cooed.

As much as i didnt want too, my body went into action. Just as i had done to the mannequin, i started to disrobe myself.

Blazer, jumper, tie, shirt and trousers passed over to the girls out stretched hands. After slipping my shoes off, i was stood in my underwear.

"Off" she pointed at my boxer shorts. I had a wave of resistance come over me. "Off!" She snarled. Immediately any struggle against her broke and the boxers came down.

She smiled. "Wait" i stopped in my tracks as she moved closer to investigate my penis. Pushing it side to side. "Small," she muttered as she stepped back. "Go"

Back into auto pilot i picked up her blouse. I felt resitence in the buttons as i fastened them as it was too small for me. Next, i grabbed her school tie. As i began tying, i felt the ends rub agaisnt my still exposed penis. I dont know why i chose to dress in this order. It just felt right.

She was still intently watching me. The blouse was too short so offered my nakedness no cover. Reality was starting to sink in. She was going to **** me into her life, her school and even worse in her uniform. It made no sense yet i continued to dress.

Next was her jumper. I placed it over my head and down. The v-neck was especially tight on me. Looking down what i was wearing was clearly too small it would be bad enough had it been the boys uniform.

I finally had the relief of covering my penis as i pulled her panties up. They were very wet. My right ball hung out of the side. She once again steped closer and poked it, grinning.

Then i reached down for the tights. Pulling them up my leg was a chore. As i observed earlier, there we holes on both legs, including one in the crotch that appeared more deliberate. Next i reached down for the skirt. It was tight but i managed to get it over my arse. Its coverage was limited and certainly the bottom half of my cheeks were hanging out.

Finally, i grabbed the blazer. Putting it on and fastening the buttons felt lile fastening my doom.

I had never felt so unfamiliar. So uncomfortable, so terrified. I was stood there, dressed as a girl in a foreign uniform. But thats when the worst bit hit me. She was going to send me away.

She sensed my fear. "Smile" she said. I instantly began to beam. She handed me her school bag. "Yours". I took it and placed it iver my shoulder. One of the straps had broken, it was more akin to a handbag than the satchel i was used too. "Out" she said looking at the door.

The meeting room led out to the car pack, where a black vehicle was waiting. I knew it was for me. "Go" she said. I started to take steps towards the car. My skirt rode up, i could feel the wind coming through and i knew she was watching my arse from behind. I was powerless to stop it.

I got to the car door. Smirking she uttered "hard!" Pointing at me. It took a few moments for me to realise what was happening, but then i looked down to see my penis fully erect. Almost bulging through the pleats of my skirt. I wanted to cover it but my arms refused to do so.

Finally, as i opened the door, placed my new handbag inside and began to sit down she said her final words to me.

"You live as me. No going back"

I shut the door and the car pulled away taking me to my new life.