Chapter 2

“What the actual fuck—” My voice trailed off, vibrating heavily right through the center of my massive fucking chest. It wasn’t my voice. It was smooth, mature, and had this bossy, sexy vibe I absolutely did not have.

I looked down in pure horror. The dark pink silk blouse was crazy tight. I had no room to breathe, and the fabric dug sharply into my ribs with every panicked breath I took. Long, thick strands of heavy, sweet-smelling dark hair fell over my bare collarbones, constantly getting in my view and completely mind-fucking my senses.

I spun my head wildly and spotted a tall mirror hanging on the back of the heavy wooden door. I had to see it. I had to know this wasn’t just some crazy, real-feeling dream.

I pushed off the heavy desk and tried to rush forward.

“Ah, fuck—!” I gasped, stumbling instantly.

Even taking the smallest, most careful steps, the feeling was totally weird and just too much. The super tight cream skirt acted like a straightjacket for my lower half, tightly squeezing my thick legs together. With every tiny, wobbly step I took on those high heels, the soft, heavy flesh of my new inner thighs rubbed and pressed hard against each other, my wide hips swaying like crazy.

I finally caught my balance against the doorframe, my massive boobs heaving, and forced myself to look into the glass. My jaw completely dropped.

Staring back at me, with wide, terrified hazel eyes, was the strict, super curvy body of Professor Elena. The massive chest I used to secretly stare at during lectures—holy shit, they looked even bigger than I thought, straining against the silk like super heavy E-cups—were literally attached to my fucking body. I reached up with shaking, caramel-toned fingers and squeezed my own thick ass and hip. I felt the pinch. I felt the painful, tight squeeze of the skirt.

“It’s real,” I whispered, panic shooting through my body like ice water.

The app. It wasn’t a joke. It wasn’t a virus. Min-jun ... that wasn’t Min-jun in the cafeteria at all! It really was that girl ... fuck, what was her name again? The one from the app’s radar ... Samantha? No, Sarah. Right, Sarah. That crazy bitch was actually trapped inside his body! She had taken my phone, locked onto Professor Elena’s profile, and forced this absolute fucking nightmare on me!

I spun around—nearly twisting my weak new ankles—and saw the smartphone still lying face-up on the desk where I dropped it. I stumbled and wobbled back across the room, my huge ass and wide hips swaying hard against my will, and slammed my hands onto the desk to grab the phone.

The screen was still glowing with that sick message:

[SWAP STATUS: SUCCESSFUL]

My painted thumb shook like crazy as I tapped the small ‘X’ in the corner to close the pop-up. But as the window vanished, my heart stopped completely.

I was staring at the app’s main screen. But this wasn’t my phone. It was Professor Elena’s phone.

“She ... she already had the fucking app installed?!” I gasped out loud.

I stared at the screen, my mind completely spinning. Why the fuck did Professor Elena have this sketchy-ass app on her personal phone? Did she always know about this insane body-swap shit? A sick thought crossed my mind—was this her first time dealing with this, or had she done this weird shit before? I couldn’t figure out why a strict college teacher would have an app made to completely change reality.

My mind raced, putting the scary pieces together. No matter what she knew, the truth was the exact same: if the app was on her phone and she was the target of the swap ... that meant the real Professor Elena was currently waking up in the middle of a crowded, noisy cafeteria, completely trapped inside my lazy, skinny male body! The scary thought of that strict woman suddenly having my dick and my life sent a fresh wave of panic crashing through me.

“No, no, shit, no. I just need to swap back. I’ll just swap back right now,” I muttered fast.

I scrolled hard through the local area radar, checking the list until I found my own name. Travis Miller. The icon was there. Without waiting, I tapped my profile and smashed my painted finger against the [BODY SWAP] button.

A harsh, gray error box popped up on the screen:

[ERROR: USER UNAVAILABLE]

“Unavailable?! What the fuck do you mean unavailable?!” I practically screamed, my massive tits heaving wildly with my fast, panicked breathing.

I was trapped. I was totally trapped in my professor’s crazy body, and the app was locking me out. I closed the app with a fast swipe and pulled up the phone’s keypad. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely type, but there was only one thing left to do.

I typed in my own cell phone number and pressed call, holding the phone up to my ear and praying to whatever was listening that Professor Elena would pick up on the other end.

The phone rang once. Twice. Then, a loud click.

“Professor, listen to me, I swear to God it wasn’t my fault!” I started yelling the second the line opened. “A chick--uh ... Sarah! stole my phone and installed a weird app! Please don’t blame me for stealing your body, I didn’t—”

“Whoa, whoa, take a breath, bestie!” a deep, familiar laugh cut me off over the speaker. I froze. That wasn’t my voice uh ... Elena. That was Min-jun’s voice. Meaning it was Sarah. “Sarah?!” I yelled, my massive boobs bouncing as I shifted my weight in the tight skirt.

“Why the fuck are you answering my phone? Where is Professor Elena? Where the hell is my body?!”

“Relax, oh my god,” Sarah giggled, sounding way too sassy and totally unfazed by this crazy situation.

“She literally ditched your phone on the cafeteria table when she practically sprinted away, so I obviously picked it up.”

“Ran off?! Where did she go in my body?!”

“Uh, probably the men’s room, duh,” Sarah said, making a soft clicking sound with her tongue like she was completely bored. “I mean, she was like, so hyped to finally swap into a guy student. She looked even more shocked when she saw your face Mr. Miller.”

“The washroom?!” I screamed, my mind going totally blank. “Why the fuck would she go to the washroom in my body?!”

“Hello? To play with her new joystick, obviously,” Sarah replied smoothly, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Like, it’s a totally natural reaction. I literally just grabbed my own new junk ten minutes ago when I took Min-jun’s body for a spin. It’s definitely her first time driving a guy’s body, so she had to go check it out.”

I felt sick. The strict, scary Professor Elena was in the men’s room right now, looking at my dick. But then the rest of Sarah’s words fully clicked in my head.

“Wait ... her first time swapping with a guy?” I asked, my new sexy female voice shaking. “Does that mean ... Professor Elena has used this app before? With other people?”

“Um, yeah, obviously!” Sarah giggled through the phone. “The app has been out for literally a whole week, babe. The girls who know about it have been totally messing around. Hell, even I took Professor Elena’s body for a test drive a few days ago. Those boobs are crazy fun.”

My jaw completely dropped. I stood frozen in the cabin, leaning on the desk to keep myself from falling off these stupid high heels as everything suddenly made sense.

My mind flashed back to the hallway just a couple of hours ago. When I was standing outside her class, Professor Elena had looked right at me with that bossy smile, got super close to my face, and told me to be a good student. Then she said: “I know exactly what you students are up to. Trust me ... I’ve been in those exact shoes this week.”

Holy shit.

She wasn’t just making a weird teacher joke. She wasn’t just trying to sound strict. She literally meant it. Professor Elena had actually been using this app to swap bodies and walk around as a student!

“Sarah, listen to me,” I begged, gripping the phone so hard my painted nails almost snapped. “You have to go into that washroom and get her! Tell Professor Elena she needs to come back right now so we can swap. I can’t stay in this fucking body!”

“Ugh, fine, hold on...” Sarah sighed through the speaker.

But before she could say anything else, a loud, sharp RIIIING echoed through the phone and the walls of the cabin. The lunch break was officially over.

“Oh my god, the bell!” Sarah squealed, her deep Min-jun voice suddenly filled with girly excitement. “Actually, never mind, bestie! I’m going to class!”

“What?! No, no, wait!” I panicked, my massive boobs bouncing as I shifted my weight in the tight skirt. “You can’t just leave me like this!”

“Sorry, dude! This is my first time being a guy, and I literally have to experience what a total bro lecture is like. We can, like, totally meet up after classes end in an hour or so. Good luck! See ya!”

Click.

“Sarah?! SARAH!” I yelled into the phone, but the line was totally dead.

I lowered the phone, completely stunned.

What the fuck was I supposed to do for an hour and a half? Then, a totally horrifying thought slammed into my brain. The bell just rang. Break was over.

“Oh fuck ... no,” I whispered, my new sexy voice cracking.

I was Professor Elena. And Professor Elena had a lecture right after lunch.

Suddenly, all the weird shit from this past week made total sense. My classmates had been whispering about how crazy Professor Elena’s mood swings were lately. One day she was super supportive and sweet, the next day she was super nervous and shy, constantly blushing and dropping her chalk all over the floor. We all just thought she was having a weird week.