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You get yourself together, realizing this is a one in a lifetime oppoturnity and you already wasted your first wish.
So you decide to go to class, do the obligatory greeting and head towards teaching. At least you think you would do. Instead, looking at 30 students, some of them you remember from your time as a boy, you get nervours.
You want to take a deep breath and tell yourself, with your new body and memories everything will be fine, just for your breath to push your boobs outwards and giving to the unusual look of your chest. But it is fine, you will get used to it.
You take a moment to go into yourself and recall the topic of today. You then gather your thoughts and go to the whteboard. So strange to be the one on the whiteboard, you think to yourself and start writing.
You can feel the stares on your butt from behind, but you try to stay focused. In the middle of writing you realize that it can be explained better and clean it all away to start over again. "Shit" you think to yourself, and try to reorganize your thoughts. But it is hard, while also thinking constantly what your students may think about you. Especially, when you can feel your butt shaking, knowing that the longer you take to write your thoughts down, the more weird fatntasies your former fellow students will have about you.
So you decide to go to class, do the obligatory greeting and head towards teaching. At least you think you would do. Instead, looking at 30 students, some of them you remember from your time as a boy, you get nervours.
You want to take a deep breath and tell yourself, with your new body and memories everything will be fine, just for your breath to push your boobs outwards and giving to the unusual look of your chest. But it is fine, you will get used to it.
You take a moment to go into yourself and recall the topic of today. You then gather your thoughts and go to the whteboard. So strange to be the one on the whiteboard, you think to yourself and start writing.
You can feel the stares on your butt from behind, but you try to stay focused. In the middle of writing you realize that it can be explained better and clean it all away to start over again. "Shit" you think to yourself, and try to reorganize your thoughts. But it is hard, while also thinking constantly what your students may think about you. Especially, when you can feel your butt shaking, knowing that the longer you take to write your thoughts down, the more weird fatntasies your former fellow students will have about you.
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