That evening, Jon was standing in the master bedroom of his teacher's house, staring at himself in a floor length mirror. He was still clad in the clothes Sonia had put on that morning, not having yet disrobed in his new form. He knew it was coming, he'd need to change for bed and eventually shower, but for the moment he was just taking in what had happened. He tentatively touched a slim finger to his new breasts; even through the bra and the blouse, his sensitive new body parts tingled as he traced the curve of his bust. "Dios Mio" he whispered in a breathy voice. He'd been talking to himself all afternoon, tossing in a bit of gratuitous Spanish as he did so in an attempt to assimilate Sonia's Puerto Rican accent, and it was coming along.
"Hello, my name is Sonia Esposito-Kildare, nice to meet you," Jon said to his new reflection. "I'm Miss Esposito, everyone please take your seats." His new voice was so lovely, flowing like honey around everything he said. He stared deeply into the mirror, meeting the chocolate pools staring back at him. He couldn't help but think back to what he usually saw in the mirror. If he were being honest, the words that immediately came to mind if you asked Jon to describe his normal appearance, were things like, plain, scrawny, immature, scruffy and so on. He knew some of that was that he never put much care into his appearance, usually just scooping up the least dirty tee shirt and jeans from his floor every morning, but it was also the case that he didn't put much care in because he felt he didn't have much to work with. He didn't think he was ugly, but he knew he wasn't handsome.
'Now though...' Jon thought as his brown eyes traveled over his body. The words that came to mind were entirely different, Elegant, Sophisticated, Classy, Sexy. Ms. Esposito was an incredibly well put together woman, from the scarlet silk button up blouse pulled tight over his new D-cups, to the black lace bra supporting those breasts beneath it. The black skirt went down to his pantyhose clad knees, respectable but alluring, and his 3 inch pumps pushed his ass up in a subtly attractive fashion. Jon hadn't planned on becoming a woman that morning, but he'd be hard pressed to pick a better one than his Swap Class teacher.
He'd been in her home for about two hours, exploring a bit before gravitating towards the mirror. It was a gorgeous three story house, in the ritzy Misty Acres neighborhood where many of the more well to do from Lakeview lived. Larry Louver was no doubt getting 'acclimated' to Sarah's body in the McMillan mini-mansion down the street. The inside was all tastefully decorated, at least to Jon's novice eye, including what was basically a home library. It was clear that the two women who lived here had a love of literature, and for that matter, it was very clear two women lived here. Jon had found many pictures of the couple, Sonia and Bella, throughout the house, sometimes alone, sometimes with friend's and family and in every picture it was clear how much the two cared about each other. Sure, photos could lie, but Jon got the feeling from all the loving gazing going on within those frames that the two had a very close marriage. (It had been a big suprise to discover via those same photographs that Sonia's niece was Tiffany Sanders, the daughter of Sonia's older sister.)
So far his only interaction with Bella was getting a sweet text from her saying she loved and missed Sonia, that Jon had forwarded on to the real Sonia. The original Swap Class teacher had then texted back with a reply, expressing similar sentiments, that Jon had transcribed and sent on to Bella before deleting the messages to his old phone; there was no reason for a teacher to be consulting Jon Gibson on her correspondence with Sonia's wife, so he avoided leaving evidence of it.
'My wife now,' Jon thought, 'because I'm Sonia' The thought made him surprisingly giddy. Sure, he hadn't meant to create Swap Class with his wish, but he was actually beginning to look forward to teaching it in this new body. There were a lot of responsibilities and difficulties laying ahead, but being this gorgeous sophisticated woman who was married to his favorite author and celebrity crush really didn't sound so bad.
"Hmm, based on her schedule, I really should be getting in the shower," Jon muttered to himself. Very slowly Jon began undoing the buttons of his blouse.
