The day had gone surprisingly smoothly. Mrs. Appleton had left lesson plans in her desk, so Jon was able to reference them in every class. It had been a little unnerving how the boys kept checking him out, but he couldn't really blame them. Mrs. Appleton was, after all, hot.
So many nights Jon had spent fantasizing about her, alone with his moisturizer in the dark. Her long, beautiful legs had been the source of his fixation, but now that he was in her body, he found that there were many more points of interest.
At lunch he had ducked into the teacher's washroom, locked the door behind him and undressed. Examining his new reflection in the mirror, clad only in a bra and panties, Jon found that he had been right. Every inch of the young teacher's body was desirable. In a strange way he was getting exactly what he wanted: full access to her body, free to do whatever he wanted.
Well, whatever he wanted within a time limit. Not having enough time at lunch to really have fun, he redressed and got ready for his afternoon classes, looking over notes, brushing up on details. Before the last class of the day he set a quiz out on each desk, amazed at how easily he moved in the teacher's body. Her skirt, restricting his stride noticeably, hadn't hindered him at all during the day. Nor had the short heels that adorned his feet. Even something as mundane as sitting he had taken to naturally, unconsciously crossing his legs so as to not give the boys in class a show.
On the ringing of the final bell, Jon made his way to the principal's office, greeting his fellow students as they passed, reminding them to get their homework done. His new boss, Simon Davison, was behind his desk looking over his paperwork when he entered.
"Oh Jon!" he said as Jon closed the door behind him, "How was your first day?"
"Surprisingly easy," Jon replied, sitting down and crossing his legs at the ankle beneath his chair.
"That'll be the remote," Simon said, sounding smug, "It does things like that, makes them a bit easier, a bit smoother."
"Good to know. Now, can you change me back so that I can go home?"
Simon's face looked shocked, "Jon, what did I tell you? You're filling in for Mrs. Appleton for the week. Nobody can know!"
"Yes, but I don't need to be her tonight, do I?"
"Of course you do! When I say 'nobody can know', I mean it! Her husband can't even suspect! What would happen to our school if word got out that we had a student filling in for a teacher!"
"But..."
"No buts, young man! I've made arrangements so that your parents think that you're away this week on a special school trip, so you grab your purse and get down to your new home!" Simon slid a piece of paper with an address written on it, "Her car is in the parking lot, the blue Mazda, so you'd better hurry. Your husband will be waiting!"
Jon was shocked. How was he supposed to pull of a ruse like this? Before he could protest, Simon had rounded his desk, grabbed Jon by the elbow and pushed Jon from his office, closing the door behind him. In a daze, Jon staggered out of the school, into the parking-lot, and bee-lined for the blue Mazda, wondering all the while how he was going to survive the week.
