You slip two fingers under your skirt and begin to stroke the lips of your pussy lightly. The class is too fixed on Mlle. Proust to notice you plunge your finger into you pussy.
Mlle. Proust is absolutely stunning, you think. Her breasts, although trapped beneath her dress, seem perfectly natural. You focus on how they might look, how her pussy might look, its taste... You need to be inside her.
Suddenly, you feel dizzy. Your vision darkens.
You awake staring at the front of class. Their eyes a fixed on you, anticipating something. Your heart races as you search the class for some information: between the confused glances you notice your sister, sitting half-asleep at your desk, her hands between her thighs.
Looking down you notice you're no longer wearing the school uniform, you're wearing a tight black dress. You're wearing the body of Mlle. Proust.
In shock you stumble forward, falling into your desk. You notice the breasts peeking out from beneath your chin.
A skinny girl in the front of the class asks, "Mademoiselle, are feeling okay?"
"No, please excuse me..." You reply, rushing towards the door.
On your way to the restroom, a well built teacher smiles at you. You feel a twinge in your groin and quicken your pace.
Once inside the restroom you rush to the mirror. Without hesitating, you remove the straps of your dress and peel the fabric down. You're aching to see more when the bathroom door swings open...
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