"Oh my god, Rob. I'm Professor Thoms! What am I supposed to do?!"
"Don't panic. I think we can change you back, but I'm going to need a little time. Just act normal and we'll get you back to normal."
"Act normal?! How am I supposed to act normal with these huge tits? How I supposed to teach her lectures?!"
"Seriously, just relax. Get her car keys from her purse and go home and call in sick. We'll figure this out?"
"Okay."
THE TEXTS THAT NIGHT
Oh fuck. Prof Thoms has a husband!!1! He just came home. He tried to kiss me.
Calm down. Just act normal.
I think he wants to sleep with me
Just fake a headache or smthg
OMG. You have to hurry up. I can't stay like this!"
You will be fine. Just relax and improvise.
Improvise?
...
PHONE CALL - A WEEK LATER
"So, how's it going."
"Rob, you need to hurry. I can't stay in this body. Prof. Thom's husband can't keep his hands off me."
"Are you faking headaches?"
"Yes, but you can't fake a week-long headache, Rob. I'm having to find other ways to distract him."
"Like what?"
"Uh. . . like. . . making him dinner. But I can only distract him for so long
"I'm hurrying. One thing. In my reading I've learned that you need to avoid sex at all costs."
"Why?"
"You haven't had sex have you!?"
"NO! That's. . . that's disgusting!"
"You need to avoid it because it will lock you in her body. So seriously, as successful as your distracton has been don't rely on sexual means of doing so. It could be a slippery slope."
"Okay. . . "
"You haven't relied on sexual means of distracting her husband have you?"
"Of course not! . . . that would be gross. . . "
"And you haven't been exploring her body have you?"
"No. . . "
"Good. You shouldn't. It's not a good idea."
IN THE BEDROOM
Oh god. I'm starting to like giving titjobs. I think I'm getting better at it, too. They've started making me so wet. But I have to focus on what Rob said. It's the only way I can change back. Mr. Thoms really loves my tits. I'm starting to agree with him. I wonder what it would be like to carry these around forever?