Finding someone to talk to

Chapter by Switcher

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Looking around your familiar street, there wasn't exactly a shortage of bodies for you to 'transfer' to in order for you to be able to talk to your mother, but you refrained from doing that...at least for now. Taking another look at your house...you then put the car in gear and drove off, deciding that you had to try telling someone about this...and that someone would be Ms Findley. You knew that even if she wasn't teaching class she would still be in school, and so you drove your mom's car there as fast as the traffic laws (and your limited abilities) would allow.

Pulling up across from the school, you turned the engine off and unfastened your seatbelt, copping another feel of the twin, fleshy mounds on your chest in the process. "Damn mom, why are you so stacked?" you muttered in your mother's voice, shaking your head.

Wasting no time, you hurried across the street and into the school grounds, the clicking of your mother's heels under your feet proving very distractive to you as you walked as briskly as you could. Upon turning a corner...you bumped (literally) straight into two boys you knew, Michael and Todd, and Todd got a faceful of your cleavage...much to his delight...and his friend's envy.

"Oh..wow...er...sorry Mrs Jenson!" Todd apologized, staring at your chest instead of your face.

"Todd...I'm up here!" you sighed in annoyance, causing him to look up. "And its ok, just watch where you're going in future ok" you told him, causing him to just nod his head. You then walked around the two of them and headed towards the school building.

"Shit...what's got into her!" you heard Michael asking Todd as you walked away.

"Oh if only you knew Mikey!" you sighed, brushing your mother's long hair from your face...again.

Inside the main building, the clicking of your heels was now emphasized by the narrow school hallways as you made your way from classroom to classroom, trying to locate every boy's favorite Maths teacher - Ms Findley. A lot of the other teenagers looked at you as you strode down the corridors...as fast as your mother's restricting skirt would allow, then...eventually...you saw Ms Findley in a classroom talking to a female student.

You knocked on the door...then entered the room, causing both of them to look at you. "Erm...Ms Findley...Can I have a word with you please?" you said somewhat nervously, as you stood to one side of the door, your feet together and your manicured hands behind your back, the nervous stance you always took when in the presence of a stunning looking woman.

"Oh...Martha! Nice to see you, and...yes, we were done here anyway" Ms Findley smiled, before dismissing the student she was talking to.

Once the door was closed, Ms Findley smiled at you. "Martha...why so formal? You've always called me Carolyn before" she laughed, as she walked around the other side of her desk, giving you an opportunity to admire her curves...and her impressive bustline. But then you looked down at your own large boobs and arched an eyebrow. "Huh...I got my own now...my mom's!" you muttered to yourself.

"Um...sorry for the intrusion!" you apologized, approaching Ms Findley's desk, teetering in your mother's heels still.

"Don't be silly, what can I do for you Martha? How's Josh doing?" Ms Findley asked you in a concerned, solemn tone of voice.