Easy A (Part 1)

A loser teacher facing a midlife crisis uses a body suit to swap bodies with a hot 18 year old cheerleader in order to improve her grades in Easy A (Part 1), available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.

Martin is a loser. In his late fifties. Out of shape. His only friend in the world another teacher named Terry. And with a serious crush on one of his eighteen-year-old students, Juliana. She runs with the hot cheerleaders, the hottest of whom is the bane of Martin’s classroom existence: Nevaeh. Martin tells himself he would never do anything to Juliana and she would certainly never do anything to him.

Until one day she does.

She hides him in the woods and lets him watch her have sex with her boyfriend. Martin is flabbergasted and amazed. But his amazement turns to wonder when Juliana reveals she’s actually Martin. He traded bodies with Juliana a few days ago using some bodysuits his uncle stole from a secret government agency that allows the wearers to turn into each other. Even better, he offers Martin a chance to switch bodies with Nevaeh and live the life he’s never had as the most popular and hottest eighteen-year-old in high school. Her body will be all his to do what he wants.

And he’ll take full advantage.

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“Okay, settle down everyone. Settle, please,” Martin said futilely, from behind his desk.

He sat in the corner of the classroom, ignored as the students clustered around each other in groups, gossiping and laughing. The bell had rung a few minutes ago and Martin had yet to get his class’s attention. Nothing new there. It didn’t help that, at just a smidge over five feet in height, Martin was shorter than almost everyone in this class of 18-year-olds.

Martin hefted his bulk out of his seat and waddled to the middle of the room. His belly strained against his button-down shirt and jiggled down over his belt. He felt his pants sliding down too far and grabbed his belt to heft it back up. But his pants were too short for him and this move caused his pant legs to rise up revealing his socks with the faded cartoon characters on them. Martin hated buying clothes and was always in pursuit of an online bargain. The consequence was that he ended up with a wardrobe full of ill-fitting clothes.

Standing in front of the whiteboard, Martin tried once again to get the attention of the students. “All right, let’s settle down,” Martin yelled, clapping his pudgy hands. “Settle!”

Nevaeh caught his eye. She smirked and clapped a few times, as if giving him a round of applause. Some other students picked it up, laughing at the game, and there was a smattering of sarcastic applause before Nevaeh abruptly dropped it and returned her attention to one of the guys clustered around her. The others followed her lead and returned to their own individual conversations, ignoring Martin completely so that he continued to stand, impotent, in front of the entire class as they ignored him.

He felt his cheeks blush red and knew his face was getting splotchy with embarrassment. God, Martin wanted to strangle that bitch. Nevaeh was the bane of his existence, making snide remarks under her breath, passive-aggressively teasing him, egging the others on to mock him when she wasn’t doing it herself. It never rose to the level that he could report her. What was Martin going to do, tell the principal that she’d made the room clap for him? She was clever that way. Clever socially, anyway.

Academically, she was dumb as a brick. Though that was being unkind to bricks. Based on her abysmal test scores, Martin suspected she was cheating on her homework but couldn’t prove it. Probably bribed some poor sap with the promise of sex if they did her work for her. The list of suspects was a mile long because every guy in the school wanted to fuck her.

Nevaeh tossed her golden hair out of her eyes with a practiced flick of her head as she flirted with Evan, one of the football players. Maybe even her boyfriend? Martin didn’t really care.

Taller than Martin by half a foot, Nevaeh was slender and leggy. Laughing eyes, a cute button nose, and a devious smile. And her skin. God, how could anyone’s skin look so smooth and blemish-free, especially a teenager’s? A spaghetti strap top in the shape of a blue and purple butterfly draped down her chest, the curve of her two breasts just barely pressing out the glittery fabric when she moved. It left her back almost completely bare, the better to see her perfect hourglass figure and her slender waist. Nevaeh’s tiny pink shorts seemed painted on to her taut ass. She laughed at something the football player said and stuck her long, golden legs out, wiggling her red-painted toes, knowing how her body drove the guys crazy. She was the head cheerleader of the school squad, with all the attitude and entitlement that came with it.

Martin watched her. Hating her. His eyes flicked over to her friend, Juliana, and his heart skipped a beat. She was looking at him! Dark eyebrows arched above narrow eyes, a little upturned nose, and full kissable lips. She always managed to fluster him with that gaze. Martin’s palms went sweaty and he wiped them on his pants as he looked away. It was wildly inappropriate for him to feel this way about a student. To hate a student as much as he hated Nevaeh, yes, but also to fantasize about a student as much as he fantasized about Juliana.

She was the vice-captain of the cheer squad. Complementing Nevaeh’s aggressive bitchiness with a down to earth charm and a kind word for everyone. Martin had no idea how she could stand Nevaeh.

Juliana, at least, had responded to his calls for the class to settle. She sat with her legs clasped demurely, a little ankle bracelet desperately trying to draw his eye to her perfect, toned legs. Her shiny brunette hair was held back with a cute blue bow that matched her sleeveless top. Where Nevaeh was hot, with an aggressive sexuality, Juliana was quietly gorgeous. Soft face. Petite body. Infectious laugh. Second only to Nevaeh in beauty.

Martin shook his head as he felt blood start flowing to his groin. Not a good idea to get an erection in front of this class. He stood up straighter for Juliana’s sake and said in a louder voice, “All right, class has started. If you’re not back to your seats there will be a pop quiz.”

That got their attention. The students groaned and sullenly filed back to their seats, though without any urgency. When they’d all sat and were staring up at him, Martin launched into his introduction to Newton’s laws of thermodynamics.

He grabbed a marker and turned to the whiteboard to illustrate some basic forces. “Now, Newton was a smart guy and he figured out a lot of things about objects in motion. If I take a heavy object…” He began to sketch out a boulder atop a hill when there was a snicker of laughter behind him.

Martin turned to the class, one arm still poised in the air finishing his sketch, revealing his dark pit stain. Nevaeh sat with her hands crossed and an innocent smile on her gorgeous face while the students around her covered their mouths and shook with laughter. All except Juliana, who looked slightly exasperated.

“Something funny?” He asked.

Evan shook his head and waved for him to continue.

“We’re all just dying to find out more about your heavy object,” Nevaeh said. “What could it be?”

“Anything. It doesn’t matter. A rock. A car.”

“A teacher?”

Martin paused fractionally as some of the students chuckled. Jesus, he wanted to smack that smug smile off her face. After a second of being unable to come up with a retort he ignored her and resumed his spiel. He managed to make it through the rest of the class with only a few more sniggers. When the bell rang the students hurriedly packed up their bags and filed out as Martin shouted out a reading assignment for homework. He turned and was pulling open his desk drawer for his lunch when someone spoke up from behind.

“Mr. Dewitt?”

Martin spun around too fast, instantly recognizing Juliana’s voice. He beamed at her, hitching up his pants once again. “Juliana. Yes? What’s—what do you—what can I do for you?” Christ, he was as tongue-tied as a schoolboy with his first crush around her.

She hugged her books to her chest and gazed at him with her gorgeous blue eyes. “Sorry about Nevaeh.”

“Oh, that’s…yeah…no, she’s—that’s how she is,” he shrugged, as if it were no big deal.

Juliana frowned. God, he wanted to kiss that frown off her lips. “She’s just worried about her grades and this is how she acts out.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, well, that’s from my level one psych reading of her. And knowing her,” she smiled. “If she fails this class she misses out on a scholarship.”

“Well, if she’s so worried about that she should study more. Or come tell me herself.” He held back a smile imagining that stuck up bitch groveling to him.

“That’s not how she works,” Juliana said. “I’m trying to help her. Do you know anywhere I can find some tutorials online?”

“Oh, yes, uh, hold on.” Martin sat behind his desk, belly pressing against the drawers as he scooted forward to open his laptop. He brought up a few websites and Juliana jotted them down in her phone, nimble fingers flying across the screen.

Martin glanced up at her as she typed, sneaking a look at her cute face, trying to memorize the gentle curve of her chin, the soft line of her nose, the twinkling blue eyes. She was one of the only students who was as short as he was, and nicer by far than any of them, so why the hell was he so intimidated by her? She finished typing and looked down at him with a smile, making his heart skip a beat once more.

Behind her, Nevaeh poked her head back in the room. “Ugh. Come on, Juliana.”

“Thanks,” Juliana said to Martin, before giving him a little wave and walking out of the room.

Don’t stare at her ass. Don’t stare at her ass. Martin mentally ordered himself as he stared at her incredible ass swaying out of the room.

Just as Juliana reached the doorway, Terry swept in. “Oh, hey girls,” he said as he passed them.

“Hi, Mr. Garland,” they said in unison, glancing at each other and giggling.

“I expect to still see you at the study session after practice today,” Terry said sternly to Juliana.

“I’ll be there,” Juliana said.

Nevaeh nudged her and laughed mockingly. Juliana blushed red, glanced up at Terry and then back down.

“Come on you little slut,” Nevaeh laughed again as she pulled Juliana out the door.

If Juliana was Nevaeh’s alter ego, then Terry was Martin’s. Terry was the drama teacher. Handsome, with a spray of stubble across his cheeks and a movie star face. Perennially popular with students and staff alike. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a hint of his powerful chest. He’d been training for a professional career in basketball before a college injury sidelined him, though he still retained his solid physique. At a little over six feet tall, he towered over Martin but somehow managed to do it in a friendly way.

Terry reach Martin’s desk in three long strides. “Do you have plans for lunch?”

“I made a sandwich today.”

“Well, put it away. We’re eating Isabella’s lasagna.”

Isabella taught Italian. A native of Italy, she always dropped off the best leftovers in the teacher’s lounge and they went quick. Terry dropped a paper bag onto Martin’s desk. The smell was divine. Popping it open, Martin took a deep breath.

“Oh, god, that’s amazing.” Martin gushed, then tried to tamp down his excitement. He desperately tried hard to not act the stereotype of a fat person. “Thanks for saving some for me.”

Terry laughed. “Oh, this isn’t for everyone. These are leftovers from my dinner with Isabella.”

“What were you doing eating dinner…” Martin stopped as Terry grinned. “You didn’t!” He said, jealously.

Terry shrugged. “I did.”

“I thought she was married.”

“They’re on a break. At least, they are now.”

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