I was sitting in the back of my High School history class. Mr. Jameson was just droning on and on and on. It was just so damned boring that my head started bobbing forward. Once… twice… thr……
“SAMANTHA COOK!” I heard the teacher yell. Suddenly my head shot up. Somehow, I knew the teacher was referring to me. “Please stay after class, we need to speak.”
“Um… Yessir” I uttered; totally confused.
I say totally confused, because only moments ago I was a teenage boy in blue jeans and a yellow t-shirt. Now I was in a classroom where everyone is dressed alike wearing blue blazers and the boys wearing grey pants. Girls wearing grey and black tartan skirts. Without looking I could tell I now belonged to the half of the class that were wearing the tartan skirts.
Just then the class bell rang, and everyone began filing out. I just sat there for a moment, somewhat in a daze not understanding what was going on. Finally, I collect my things and stand up. Still not totally with it, I stepped forward and dug my crotch into the corner of a desk.
Instinctually, I started to say “Ow!”, which would be the typical response when a guy accidentally digs his cock and balls into the corner of a desk. But just as I opened my mouth, I stopped. There wasn’t the usual pain of testicles getting crushed. Instead, just a bit of pressure on my crotch. A somewhat pleasant pressure if I were to admit it. Looking around I see nobody, so I lift my skirt and drop my panties for a more direct experience. I then begin to grind up and down, up and down, digging into the corner of the desk a bit more each time. A feeling was building up in my groin that no teenage boy could possibly imagine. (Under normal circumstances that is.)
Just then I hear the classroom door rattle; the instructor coming back into the room. I immediately step back, kick my panties to the corner of the room, and straighten my skirt.
“Ms. Cook, please come to the front of the classroom.”
I walk towards the front of the class and sit at the corner of the teacher’s desk. I kick one leg up onto one of the student desks. (I’m not sure why).
The instructor walks up to me and puts one hand on my leg. “Ms. Cook, I have been told that you have been telling your friends that you were really a teenage boy.”
“Um… no!” I said, wondering what he actually knew.
He then started running his hand up and down my leg going all the way up to the hip, exposing my aroused, (pantyless) pussy.
“Now, no teenage boy has one of these that I am aware of.” He said, his hand now gently caressing my slit.
“Um… n.n.no.. I guess not.” I stammered.
Then reaching under my leg he lifts it up and sets it on his shoulder. He then opens the fly of his pants and exposes a rock-hard member.
“And of course, no boy could ever be penetrated like this.” And with that he pressed his cock into my already wet pussy. I didn’t stop him. Somewhere deep down, I felt this is exactly what I wanted; perhaps, even expected.
For several minutes he continued ramming himself into my pussy, saying nothing. I found myself enjoying the experience more with each stroke. And then with a sudden thrust and a groan he stopped.
“But of course,” He said as he was pulling out, “if you had been somehow magically transformed into a girl, you and I both know that depositing a load of semen into your pussy will ensure you can never change back”.
With that he stepped back and zipped up his fly.
“Understand. Ms. Cook?
Cum drooling out my freshly fucked teenage pussy, I just nodded.
“Good! Now run along.” Retreiving my panties from the corner of the room, I headed outside and found a tree to sit under. The whole day was still a bit of a blur and getting fucked by my teacher really messed with my head. Nothing made sense. I didn’t recognize the school or any of the students. I didn’t even know who I was or where I lived.
I still had my school books and binder. Opening the binder, I saw papers with my name, Samantha Cook in quite a few spots. Okay, that I figured out. I found a report card with an address on it. Okay, that should be my home. At least I have a place to sleep tonight.
Looking at my report card it showed Mr. Henderson-A, Mr. Jennings-A, Ms Dennis-C, Mr. Carter-A.
Hmm, I started to think, reaching down to scratch my balls out of force of habit, but instead reaching into a cum soaked pussy.
I brought my hand to my face and started to suck my fingers as it dawned on me that I was getting straight A’s in the classes with male teachers, and only average grades in classes with a woman teacher.
I suddenly realized that I was sucking the cum off of my fingers, and strangely enough, I found that I was enjoying it. Thinking of how it got deposited into my cunt and onto my fingers, it dawned on me why I was probably doing so well with male teachers.
I reached my fingers deep into my pussy and brought them back up to my mouth again.
“Ya know” I thought to myself. “I may not know exactly what is going on…”
“But I think I am going to have a lot of fun figuring it out!”
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