Miss Mackenzie kept me behind after class one night. She found out I cheated on last years exams and threatened to go to the principal with her evidence, unless I start going to after school tutor sessions. Reluctantly, I agreed to her offer. But what I never expected was that Miss Mackenzie was a witch. It turned out she sensed a talent for magic in me and wanted to ensure I make the most of my gift. Now, almost three months later, I stood at the front of her classroom with my first ever self-made spell. It was apparently the mark of becoming a true witch or wizard.
She had given me a beginner's spellbook to research and base my first spell on. It was all tame and boring. I could change my eye colour, or summon a black cat, or maybe even light a candle from up to five feet away. It felt embarassing to waste my magic talent on something so trivial, but Miss Mackenzie still had evidence against me so I had to play along. At least, that was what she believed. In reality, I began my own research and found a list of spellbooks online. The spell I had prepared for this Morning's tutor session was pulled directly from a book of domination. It was the perfect solution to my predicament. With this spell, Miss Mackenzie would do anything I told her to. Not only would this solve the blackmail problem, but I could ensure she got me perfect grades and our 'tutor sessions' would become a lot more interesting.
"Are you ready, Ryan?" She asked, sitting at the edge of her desk with a smile.
I nodded, looking at my notes before beginning the encantation. "Muh Gha Thi Mas Gro Vah.... Muh Gha Thi Mas Gro Vah....... Muh Gha Thi Mas Gro Vah!"
A gust of wind rushed through the classroom, spinning around Miss Mackenzie. She looked puzzled and alarmed, but thankfully didn't seem to recognise the spell. She must have assumed the gust of wind was all I intended to create with the spell, as she politely clapped and made a couple notes. There was only one way to prove that my spell really worked. I started by commanding her to stand up. She did as I said. Then I commanded her to walk towards me and to give me a passionate kiss. Again, she did as instructed and I placed my hands on her ass as she kissed me. We shared a beautiful moment together before she quickly snapped herself away with a look of horror on her face.
"What's wrong, Miss Mackenzie? Aren't you impressed with my spellwork?" I teased.
She shook her head, trying pathetically to rid her mind of my influence. "This magic is forbidden! How did you even find-"
"I'd rather you use your mouth to pleasure me." I commanded, placing my finger against her lips.
She seemed to fight the influence more this time. Instead of falling to her knees, she moved away and used her desk as a barrier between us. I moved around to close the space, knowing it was only a matter of time before she gave in. But as I reached her, she muttered an incantation of her own. And in a flash of light, I found myself sitting on the edge of her desk, now looking at a man who looked just like me. I felt a weight weighing on my chest and caught the faint aroma of perfumes and fruit coming from my clothes and hair. The hair itself was resting on my shoulders. Looking down, I saw the truth I was too scared to think of. She switched our bodies.
"Miss Mackenzie, I was only- What are you doing!?"
To my shock, my breasts were now on full display. Miss Mackenzie had pulled down my top and was quick to tease my nipples with her tongue. My whole body shivered from the sudden bombardment of sensations. My teacher, now in my body, was pleasuring me in ways I could never comprehend before now. I stiffled a moan as she continued to suck on my nipple and her hand moved to my skirt. Before I knew it, she was on her knees in front of the desk and her tongue was now buried in my new pussy.
"St-stop that!" I shouted, hearing the pleasure in my own voice. "Why won't you follow my commands!?"
She stopped, looking up at me. "Because I'm not Miss Mackenzie anymore. You were so keen to use that wicked spell against me. So keen to feel pleasure. So I decided to give you a small taste of it."
I was conflicted as she stood back up. While thankful that she had stopped, I also wondered what it would feel like if she continued. Miss Mackenzie's body was perfect and practically made for pleasure. It was intoxicating and addicting, even with just a small taste. But despite my curiosity, I regained my composure and began to cover myself up. My hands moved to my top, attempting to cover my breasts, but ultimately taking off the top altogether. Next, my hands moved down to my skirt. Just as before, I tried to pull it down, but didn't stop. The skirt fell to the floor, just like my top.
"What's happening!?" I gasped.
"If you took the time to properly study your little spell... You'd know that commands don't have to be verbal." She answered with a wink. "I think it's only fair that you return the favour, Miss Mackenzie..."
My eyes went wide. As well as having her body, I also now carried the spell I had cast on her. The images of sucking her cock flooded my mind as I sank to my knees in front of her. I tried to fight it. But despite my efforts, I felt my mouth water as I unbuckled her pants and pulled out my former cock. It was hard in my hand, which oddly seemed to excite Miss Mackenzie's body. I wondered whether that was an influence of the spell or just the alien sensation of being a woman. The question distracted me from what I was fighting against long enough to find myself sucking on my own cock.
"Wow. You really seem to be enjoying yourself down there, my little slut." Miss Mackenzie teased.
Try as I might, I continued to bob my head up and down, taking in more and more. My tongue had a life of its own, doing all it could to ensure Miss Mackenzie would cum. I looked so desperate for it, yet all I could think about was the strange sensation of my new body as I sucked on her cock. My breasts jiggled with every movement I made against my will. My ass wiggled. And my pussy ached with unmet satisfaction. Was this what women felt instead of blue balls? It didn't matter. I couldn't do anything to soothe the ache as I sucked my own cock. I was at her mercy. And ultimately, she was consumed by the desires of my old body. Her hand grasped the back of my head as I felt her cock twitch in my mouth.
She kept her cock in my mouth as the cum flooded inside. A small amount dribbled out onto my tits, while the majority had nowhere else to go but down my throat. I swallowed like an obedient slut, before finally being released and allowed to gasp for air. The entire ordeal had left me incredibly aroused, though I didn't dare admit it.
"Now that's a sight I could get used to." Miss Mackenzie remarked as she looked down on me.
"What do you mean? You can't keep me like this!" I snapped, wiping cum from my chin. Without thinking, I brought the cum up to my mouth and lapped it up. "Stop making me do that!"
"But you deserve to know how it feels to be controlled. There's a reason this sort of magic is forbidden!"
"I know, I know! I'm sorry. I won't ever do it again!" I begged, once again scooping up cum and lapping it up. "Please, stop making me eat my own cum!"
She laughed. "Alright, alright... I've had my share of fun. But I don't think you've quite learnt your lesson. I'll keep us swapped for the rest of the school day. Come and find me after school and I'll teach you how to swap our bodies back."
Graciously, I nodded and gathered up my clothes. But they weren't the same clothes I had taken off of my body just moments ago. And since when did Miss Mackenzie wear glasses? "Oh... I forgot to mention. I altered reality a bit so that I could still be the teacher and you could still be the student. Though you still have to endure the day as a woman, Miss Abigail."
