“How have you been, Dylan,” teacher asked, in a sultry voice, different than her teaching tone. I was puzzled, and I almost responded before she continued, “I want to talk to you about your grades, and… something else.”

Something else? What does she mean? “I uh, I’m working on my late assignments. I’ll be okay.” I say, trying to end the conversation before I miss my next class. I take one step back, then she sits on her desk.

“Wait there, Mr, we aren’t don’t just yet…” her voice sounds so compelling that I feel as if I’m hypnotized to stay put. “Can we make this quick? What else is there to talk about, I question, tapping my foot on the floor rapidly.”

“I can help you bring your grades up.. on one condition…” my teacher says

My eyes spark a bit, until I hear that there is a condition. “What’s the catch?” 

“If you swap bodies with me, I can do all your work for you. All I need is-“ She fails to finish her sentence because I cut her off. “N-no.. I’m not doing that!” I almost held back, not used to saying no to a teacher.

“Alright, well I can just schedule a parent-teacher conference…” she says quietly. I’m practically cornered. My mom and dad would be extremely disappointed in my grades being low.

I gauge my situation, and I conclude that I have no other option, and swapping with her is the most ideal of the two choices I have.

I catch glimpses of her curves, the body I will soon take over, I finally say the words I didn’t think I’d say.. ever.

“Fine. How long is this going to be for?”

“That depends on how fast I can fix your grades. Just follow me, we need to exchange clothes in a more private area.”

I follow behind her, looking at her swaying hips, the hips of a mid-thirties teacher, who is also a mother, that I will be taking over soon….

I am a reserved kid at school. My English teacher always stared at me when I’m working, and thinks I don’t know. Today, she held me after class and talked about my grades, so she made a proposal…