Chapter 1: The New Me

Monday

Today, I live, metamorphosed, the new me.

My entrance demanded a shocked reaction. Sure enough, Bet’s eyes widened, her pupils dilated, as she stared at my new outfit. The former me wore simple t-shirts and baggy pants, but this me wore a thin white tube top, no bra to highlight my petite pointy breasts and a white skirt that only covered my ass. Long white socks and white tennis shoes completed the outfit. My blonde hair pulled in a high ponytail. I wore only lip gloss. The air-conditioned room caused my nipples to push against the sheer fabric and helped cool my overheated pussy. Bet, my best friend, mouthed, “What the Fuck!”

I smiled and glanced around the room. The other girls in our all-girl school hadn’t noticed my entrance. Some talked about the weekend, some arranged their books, and some just stared at their soon-to-be-put-away phones. Mrs. V, my sexy teacher, noticed. She stared. Her high cheeks flushed while thin, red-capped fingers flicked and spun a silver pen. The overbright classroom lights highlighted her like a spotlight. Excellent, I wanted her to notice and desire me. Mrs. V turned away from me to rearrange the paper on her desk.

I sexy walked to my desk beside Bet, sat, and pulled out my supplies... “What the fuck are you wearing, Mar?” Bet asked. Friends our whole life, Bet, or Betty as others call her, always tells it to me straight. Even as my best friend with benefits, I have never worn an outfit like this for her. Not even alone at home when we act sexy and practice our pickup lines. At school, never ever.

“Fucking Hot, Right!” I smirked as I took out my books.

“Your tits are totally poking through that top,” Bet said. Her stare stayed on them while a small drop of drool left the corner of her mouth. She drummed her fingers on the book-sized, scarred table as her foot bounced against the floor. The sweat on her brow didn’t come from the non-heat LED lights, nor exercise because Bet didn’t believe in exercise. The perspiration glowed on her heart-shaped face.

“Yeah, that’s kinda the point.” I smiled and winked at Mrs. V.

Bet should talk. She wears sluttier outfits than me. Today, she wore a loose brown shirt to show off her massive cleavage, contained only by a bright red bra. She had on too-tight, black yoga pants. I knew Bet well, so red, thong-style panties underneath. I pushed her legs apart to confirm the dull red hue through the sheer black material. I love her pussy, could, and have, spent hours with my tongue inside it.

“But you’ve never worn anything like this before. What the hell happened? Is it aliens? Are aliens possessing you?” Bet asked.

“Fuck no, I just, you know...” I paused. How do I explain it? Maybe if I had some psycho degree or something, but I didn’t. And I didn’t know why. This weekend, I just had to change the girl in the mirror. So, this morning, I dressed as the girl I wanted to see, the girl I wanted the world to see.

“No, what do you-” Before she could finish her sentence, the bell for class rang, which, cue the rival music, Jessie, the fucking slut’s arrival.

“Shit,” we both said.

Jessie acted like the classic Tomboy, short hair, muscled shoulders, and an athletic body, with high, firm breasts and a thin waist. Today, she wore a transparent green top, a black laced bra, and too-tight blue jeans. Such a fucking attention whore. Her breasts fit perfectly on her body, and she knew it. She knew that most girls hated her but also desired her.

I glanced at Mrs. V for her reaction. A thin smile, an eye twinkle, and a lean toward the entrance could only mean intrigue. Jessie has teased Mrs. V since term began. At least, I hope they only teased each other.

Jessie gave the class a huge smile, perfectly framed by her short pixie hair and button nose.

“Hey, Mrs. Volenski - did you have a nice weekend?” Jessie asked. Such a fucking suck up. No one cares what a teacher did on the weekend. Well, I cared, but only because I wanted a private tutoring session with Mrs. V to understand anatomy better, specifically her anatomical breasts, vagina, and ass.

I glanced around the room. Girls had lust or hate or both on their faces. Even Bet wore a sneer but held her breath and stared at Jessie’s chest. I hated Jessie and always have.

“I had a pleasant weekend. Thank you for asking, Jessie.” Mrs. V’s finger swirled her hair while her eyes darted between Jessie’s breasts and crotch. The slut had a fucking camel toe that had to hurt. How can she even walk with her pants seem shoved up her cunt. It must rub something awful. I would have a permanent wet spot. I scrutinized Jessie’s crotch for dampness, but nothing.

Jessie gave Mrs. V another cutie girl smile and took her seat.

“What’s up, Mrs. V?” Jessie’s sidekick and airheaded friend Veronica said. Where Jessie radiated confidence and composure, Veronica posed as a stupid ‘wanna-be.’ She wore an orange halter top to show off her large, almost saggy breasts and a red cheerleader-style skirt. The outfit totally clashed. What non-cheerleader wore a cheerleader skirt? A stupid person. What rational human wore an orange top with a red bottom? A color-blind person. Together, you have Veronica.

Veronica paused in the doorway to act more like Jessie. Her bleached blonde hair hung down today. It never looked good on her. The mess made her circular face appear piggy and pudgy. I know. I have the same shaped face, so I always wear braids, pigtails, or a ponytail like today. Bet can get away with hair down. Gorgeous, she can style her hair any way she wants. I liked the just fucked look. But I think more people need the ‘just fucked’ look. Actually, I think more people just need to get fucked more.

“Have a seat, Veronica!” Mrs. V said. Her sexy, moist lips scowled while her fingers drummed on the desk. The LED lights make most people’s skin look washed out, but not Mrs. V’s. The brighter light accented her tanned skin, with perfect blush, forest green eye shadow, and long black lashes. Her sizable chest cast a dark shadow on her dress. I do not think Mrs. V likes Veronica much.

“Okay, class, I am sure everyone finished the homework I assigned for this past weekend.”

No fucking chance did anyone finish the math homework, well, except maybe goodie-goodie Sarah, but no one else.

“I would like everyone to turn to page 115.” Mrs. V said and stood.

Huge tits, much larger than Bet’s, and whereas Bet’s breasts dominated her frame, Mrs. V’s fit her tall full-figured body. Her tar black with yellow sunflowers dress accented her curves. The glasses and messy hair bun gave her a fuckable teacher look. What I wouldn’t do to lift her dress, pull her panties down, and bury my tongue in her forty-year-old MILF pussy. I mean, why do you think I want her to notice and ideally fuck me.

Betty leaned close and whispered, “You’d better close your mouth before you drool all over the place.”

I wanted to drool over Mrs. V. I loved to suck on Bet’s breasts, and she had sensitive breasts, but Mrs. V’s breasts represented the pinnacle of my transformation - no more innocent girl. I wanted my teacher. I wanted her to pull down my top and flick her tongue over my erect nipples. I needed her to slam her fingers into my moist pussy.

I leaned to Bet and whispered, “You know where I want to drool and lick and suck.”

“You and half the girls here,” Bet whispered and chuckled.

No lie. We girls have talked about Mrs. V since the first semester at school. Everyone loves the low-cut dresses that display her cleavage. Bet loves her ass wiggle best, while I lust after her long legs and muscular calves above her high heels. I often imagine that I kiss up her legs until I arrive at her sweet spot while Bet eats and fingers her ass. I shove my whole fist into her gaping cunt while I lick her clit. For two years, we have practiced. Maybe this weekend, something snapped, and I didn’t want to practice anymore. I wanted to do. I wanted to do it today.

I glanced at the other girls. Half wore lust on their faces. A couple drooled like me.

“I wonder if Mrs. V does that on purpose - do you think she knows how wet she makes us?” I asked.

“Attention, class!” Mrs. V began the room scan, like every morning. Officially, she counted heads and observed the class readiness, but I swear she just wanted to see the pure hunger on some girls’ faces.

I had prepared for this. I slid down in my seat and widened my legs. When Mrs. V glances in my direction, my white panties with a slight wet spot will capture and enslave her. Let the seduction of Mrs. V begin.

She scanned the back before her gaze moved to me at the front. I forced my legs wider. Her eyes expanded, and her mouth fell open before her stare left me and moved to Jessie’s, unfortunately, mouth-watering tits.

I followed Mrs. V’s gorgeous and perfectly shadowed eyes to Jessie’s chest. Jessie sat straighter to thrust out her erect nipples. How can I compete against those? Hell, I wanted them, and I hated the bitch. A peek at Mrs. V heightened my anxiety. Mrs. V’s slight smile and a quick lip lick caused my heart to shatter. Mrs. V wanted Jessie. That tramp Jessie had stolen her desire. Then it hit me. Have Mrs. V and Jessie slept together? If so, game on.