She's pissed and moves to leave.

Chapter by Switcher

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"Come on hun, you expect me to believe something as outlandish as that?" Ms. Findley scoffed skeptically. And with that she turned on her heeled boots and started walking away from you. "MS. FINDLEY...PLEASE!" you squeaked in Mindy's voice, following her. Once inside the hospital, she turned to you again, "LOOK!" she snapped...quietly but firmly..."I think you need help lady, so go to the phychiatric wing or something" she told you.

By this time, frustration was beginning to settle in as well as fear, and you let out a deep sigh as you watched your favorite teacher walk off a second time. You once again began following, but refraining from bothering her anymore. As she was nearing the elevator, a young, dark-haired woman (about 25) of Indian (Asian sub-continent) descent rounded the corner and brushed past you. Your vision blurred momentarily and the next thing you knew you were looking in the opposite direction. "What the hell?" you exclaimed, turning your head...and seeing a confused Mindy standing there.

"W...what happened? Why am I down here?" Mindy mumbled, wandering off...clearly perplexed.

"SHIT!" you then said, looking down at yourself. You were now in the Indian woman's body, wearing a black cotton sweater (low-cut), a pair of low-rise jeans and a pair of wedge heeled sandals. "This is freaky!" you muttered, holding your dark-skinned hands out in front of you.

"Oh crap!" you suddenly blurted out, as you heard the elevator doors ping. As Ms. Findley stepped into the elevator you rushed towards her and managed to slip inside just before the doors closed.

"Almost missed it there!" Ms. Findley chuckled at you.

"Hmm...yeah, almost had to walk upstairs" you responded, laughing nervously.

You then looked down again at the body you now occupied, it was exquisite in ways that many Western girls' bodies weren't. The young woman had prominent, perky breasts that you now had on your chest, snug under her black cotton sweater and bra. After a brief admiration of your current host body, you turned your attention back to Ms. Findley. You knew you could continue to try and persuade her that you were actually Josh, and after all...now you were in a different body...she might believe you this time. Or you could just tail her to your comatosed body and see what happens.

You decided to...