You open your eyes again and suddenly you are in your math classroom. You look around confused and notice the only person in the room was your Math teacher Mrs Flanny. She wasn't a model but she was still very generally pretty. You always admired her personality even though everyone mistakes her sarcasm as blandness. You approach the desk and she is still busy at work, her head down and grading tests. "Mrs Flanny?" You say out loud but she doesn't hear you. You take a step back and realize what has happened "That ghost stole my body, so I guess I'm the gh--ghost now" You say, you start to panic. You expect your heart to beat faster but feel nothing in this ghostly form.
Suddenly you feel a pull towards Mrs Flanny, it's uncontrollable and strong. You try to fly away and resist but the force is impossible to rebel. You try to escape but you only get dragged closer and closer to Mrs Flanny. You begin to brace yourself for some type of impact as you draw closer to her and closer to her. You eventually collide straight into her and for a second everything goes black.
You open your eyes and suddenly feel the air against your skin. You realize the fact that you are in human form but the only thing you remember is Mrs Flanny and being dragged closer and closer to her... Suddenly a string of brown hair falls across your face. It's soft and you don't recognize it and lift your hand up to inspect it but the hand you see is not yours. The hand inspecting the hair was slender and soft. You stare at your new hand and examine it, still pretty confused you begin to realize what has happened. You look down to see yourself sitting down, but it wasn't you. It was Mrs Flanny... Well, you were Mrs Flanny. You notice her comfortable black pants and baggy white shirt, she did like to dress comfortable. You also notice the two massive mounds of flesh on her, now your, chest. She may not have been the skinniest but she did have a fantastically large rack. Your hand move to your face as you feel the new softness and delicacy of your new face. You now realized that you were Mrs Flanny. This sudden realization took time to kick in and as you were touching your face you scream in panic, only to have your voice sound exactly like Mrs Flanny. You stop and turn as you hear the door swing open.
It was Ralph, the school janitor. "Mrs Flanny, excuse me but I never knew you were in on a Saturday... I heard a scream is everything okay?" ...
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