Student Body

By M Wills

Jeff is a sixty year old high school teacher who's disappointed with his life. Heather is a gorgeous, popular cheerleader with her whole future ahead of her. But when ancient magic causes the two to accidentally swap bodies, Jeff finds himself back in high school, and in the body of a petite blonde sexpot.

Now Jeff has to copy Heather's routine and pretend to be her until they figure how to reverse the switch. Even in between cheerleading practice, homework and researching how to swap back, Jeff still finds time to explore his seductive new body, and he even finds himself intimately immersed in Heather's feelings for her boyfriend. As Jeff adjusts to being a sexy young woman, he begins to think he may never want to swap back.

This 10,000+ word TG fantasy is an erotic journey of one man learning to love being a woman and features explicit solo and couple scenes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M Wills
• Release date: Oct 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463651735

M Wills

There's something alluring about body swaps, sexual and freeing at the same time. I love to explore all sides of the phenomenon: the kinky, the dirty, the loving, the degrading, the amazing. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

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Student Body

M2F Body Swap

by M. Wills

© 2019 M. Wills

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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events reside solely in the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

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This title is for adults only. It contains explicit sex acts, adult themes, and material that some might find offensive.

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Jeff was literally there to supervise; that was the essence and the entirety of his role. UC Santa Barbara had only been willing to allow high school students on the archaeological site on the proviso that a teacher would be there to closely monitor the kids at all times. And Jeff didn’t blame them. A radiocarbon test of the pigment in the newly discovered pictographs had dated them at anything up to 2000 years old. They were ancient, delicate and precious... and it was little wonder that the UCSB archaeology department didn’t want teenagers on the site unsupervised.

Jeff couldn’t exactly complain about the assignment. As the high school’s history (and anthropology and archaeology and occasional geography) teacher, he’d been the one to push the school and the university to allow a select few senior students access to the site. The discovery of the Chumash rock art virtually on the school’s doorstep had been too good an educational opportunity to pass up. He’d contacted an old friend at UCSB and wrangled permission for two of his best and brightest students to help out on the excavation of the sandstone caves. The upshot was that his Wednesday afternoons were now dedicated to overseeing two Burnett High students. And he was supposed to keep them in line; his professional reputation with the school and the university required it.

All of which meant that he had a compelling reason to intervene when Heather Heyer let a distracted hand rest against a partially uncovered petroglyph. After all, he was in charge—the rest of the students and college faculty were already on the other side of the cave system. He was solely responsible for ensuring that Heather didn’t damage anything. He was the one who would get his ass handed to him if she damaged the ancient glyph etched into the rock face. He was supposed to speak up and tell her to shift her hand off the stone.

What he did instead, was keep staring.

Because Heather was bent low over her work—her concentration focused on gently uncovering a small section of rock from the surrounding earth—and her luscious little tits were all smooshed together and curving over the top of her bra. Her cute little face was screwed up in concentration as she absently brushed a lock of shiny, blonde hair out of her face. Sitting on a raised rock ledge, Jeff had a perfect view straight down her top. He could see the long line of her neck and gold of her skin. He could make out the little pink polka dots on her bra and the hint of shadow in her cleavage. He had a clear view at the most perfect pair of tits in existence and there was no way he was giving it up.

To hell with the damn cave painting!

He was a sixty-four-year-old man with a shitty underpaid job, who spent his days wrangling entitled, teenage brats and wondering