Why the hell? am I the coach? part 2

-Shit! Had this fucking fat kid been to physical education classes? - My shirt was totally sweaty and even though I've been in this body for 2 weeks I can't get used to being an obese fucking nerd.

2 weeks ago this boy made a spell to steal my body, in the blink of an eye I was literally in his room in front of a kind of magic ritual with my underwear, I still don't understand how he got my underwear, but I do Noticed the disappearance of some of my things in recent months but I always thought it was the boys from the soccer team playing a joke on me.

I got away from the creepy ritual and went to the nearest mirror I looked at my new face that was that of an obese teenager, I lifted my shirt unbuttoned just to show my slices and my pale skin -Who the hell is this boy? - I said with my voice more effeminate looking in a backpack I found his identification apparently this boy is one of the students of the school where I work he must have been obsessed with me or some shit.

I ran as fast as I could back to school, only to stop running 5 minutes after starting, this body was torture. After almost hours dragging my feet I was able to get to school, I walked into my office only to see my own body masturbating in front of me, I don't know how long she was doing this but her hairy skin was soaked with sweat and the floor was splattered with some semen stains.

-oh! Coach Lincon right? -He said without stopping masturbating while looking into my eyes - Calm down, don't scream or do you want to make a scene while I'm doing this on your body? - He had me grabbed by the balls at that moment, he began to tell me what had happened How he had been "wrong" and how he would try to solve everything as soon as possible, but it would take a few weeks for the ingredients to arrive to do that fucking ritual again.

In the meantime I have to pretend I'm a nerdy pig while he pretends to be me, but worst of all, it seems like he doesn't give a damn about my life! The other day I saw how he did not take his eyes off the butts of all the players or how he spanked them one by one when entering the field, I even heard a rumor in the school bathroom that they saw Tyler the captain of the soccer team and their "coach" in the school showers.

Today I'm going to send him to hell one more time, this can't go on like this, I need to get out of this shitty body! I can't let that boy ruin my life and get me fired.

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Versión español:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vU-Uu7lzQwr7OWcHyfPMLypZTfxKbZPzjuN29qSaYJY/edit?usp=sharing