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The Time Shifter Chapter 55

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I had been through hundreds of years of experiences now through the good graces of Vishnu. Yet, when I went back to my original situation, it was like the movie Groundhog Day, the same thing time after time. Moreover, there had been elements of those experiences I had to repeat because I'm one of those people who  gets bored easily and needs to be constantly engaged in something all the time or I go nuts. Ergo, my mania for playing guitar during these experiences. These days, I keep myself entertained on the net while also playing guitar. But when you go back to the pre-internet and pre-cable tv days there is a lot of time to fill. You can read only so much and tv and radio is mainly horrible. So music gives me some kind of project to do. Sometimes, it manages to just swallow me up and take me on its own path.

The panoply of experiences Vishnu has indulged me with certainly made me question how much more patience he was going to have with me. Well, all I could do was just ride it out and hope for the best at that point.

The thing was that all the places I had Vishnu put me in I was more or less in a kind of comfort zone because I had lived in those localities at some point in my life. I also got a little sidetracked during my last transformation when I ended up being drafted in by a nu-metal band and then things progressed from there. This time, I decided to forego musical involvement altogether and live in a different community I had never resided in before just to see what would happen.

I got on my knees in front of the dresser and prayed to Vishnu. I rose to my feet and put both my hands on the medallion. "I want to look, move and vocally sound exactly like the Brazilian volleyball player Ana Paula Mancino when she was 21 only my official age this time will be 14 and I will speak unaccented English, no matter how much I eat I will never gain weight, my blonde hair will be down to my ass, the name on all of my identity documents will be Dawn Christine Anderson, except with REAL DD cup breasts, a totally hairless torso and legs, an inability to get pregnant no matter how many times I have sex, immune to all sexually transmitted diseases, the same sex drive I had as an 18 year old male, a wide ranging and sexy wardrobe as well as a cellphone, semen will taste good to me, I will have inherent knowledge of how to best make myself up and care for my hair, will be able to cook to the level of the best chefs in the world, will not physically or mentally age or be a victim of any crime or accident, I will  never be detained, arrested or imprisoned for anything I do, the tellers at my bank will know me on sight and not hassle me for ID, and who will go back to the first day of school in September, 2011, where I will be living in my own beautifully furnished and decorated two story ocean view house in a gated community in Newport Peninsula, California, including a shrine to Vishnu, with $100 billion US in the bank, a whole array of credit cards with no limits, speaks Spanish, Portuguese, Japanese, Chinese and Korean fluently in addition to English, I have the equivalent of a black belt in Jeet Kune Do and nobody will bother me about living alone even though I'm a minor. I am now ready for the transformation."

I abruptly woke up on a piercingly bright Monday morning and, once I had wiped the sleep out of my eyes, shuffled into the bathroom. If I thought the girl I had become in my previous transformation was devastating, the vision I saw in the mirror this time around was positively cataclysmic. 5'6", athletic, long blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, breasts even bigger and heavier than Misty's with more prominent pinkish nipples, long, shapely legs, deeply tanned skin, luxurious lips that were built seemingly specifically to slip a dick through over and over.

I returned to my bedroom and donned a yellow sundress that came down only as far as the middle of my thighs. Underneath that was just a plain white bra and silk panties. For footwear, a pair of sandals. Total California casual. I walked off to school and somehow I knew where I was supposed to go. As I stepped on to campus I could hear the murmurs around me and the eyes of boys burning holes in my outfit. This school was known for having hot teenage girls, but I had clearly made an impression on the surrounding humanity. I didn't have anything with me except my purse, my cellphone and the contents therein. I took a seat on a bench and began fiddling with the cellophone just to burn some time before class. Guys passing by me stared as if they had just seen Sasquatch. I laughed silently thinking about how many teenage cocks I was making hard.

A bell rang and I went off to my first period English lit class. I seized a desk in the middle of the room. Everybody somewhat nervously eyed each other as we were all experiencing this campus for the first time together. I noticed more furtive stares at me before the teacher, Mr. Keltner, ambled in. His eyes immediately locked on to me and widened like he was tacitly thinking, "holy shit!" When my eyes met his, he quickly averted them. I smiled at the effect I was already having. He called the roll and now everybody knew my name. Would they have the courage to approach me? That was the question.

I leaned back in my chair a bit and crossed my legs, which caused my skirt to ride almost all the way up to my crotch. I acted like I didn't have a clue that was the case. Once more, I noticed Mr. Keltner sneaking a peek at me and I smirked at him. The thought that my teacher wanted to fuck me turned on a slow drip of lubricant into my pussy. His stare was soon succeeded by others from the boys in the room and now it was me secretly endeavoring to check for any bulges in their pants as Mr. Keltner went on about the structure of the course for the semester.

The sexual tension was so intense, at least to me, that it made it nearly impossible for me to concentrate on what Mr. Keltner was attempting to convey to us until the textbooks began to be handed out, which gave us something to look at besides him and each other. Nevertheless, it was hot seeing the power I had over my  male classmates.

So that was pretty much how all my classes for the day went. After school, after I dropped my textbooks off at home, I took the bus to the mall to buy my gym clothes. I then went to an office supply store to purchase a laptop, a bag for it, a notebook, pens and a book bag. I went online and ordered a thousand cds. Hey, if I wasn't going to go full metal guitar jock this time I was still  going to have my favorite music on hand. I then spent the rest of the day watching You Tube and a little tv and, when I wanted to play with my new body, internet porn.

At school Tuesday, I wore little white butt hugging shorts, a white tube top and chunky four inch heels. It allowed me to show off my ass and toned legs to a faretheewell  and emphasized the weight of my tits. As I walked through the quad, I could hear girls here and there muttering, "whore" when they saw me. I have to admit that I looked like a stripper, but I was going to milk it for all it was worth. I got to this one empty planter with a bench in front of it. I put my computer bag down on the bench and bent over with my back to groups of students who were standing around yammering to each otther. I slowly extricated my lapttop from the bag and then tuurned around to see a bunch of boys starng at me. When they saw me facing them, they all averted their eyes. Of course, having been a boy I knew what they were thinking: they wanted to rip my shorts down to my ankles and ream my pussy while I was bent over that planter. I turned my computer on because my school had its own wi-fi network and I watched a bunch of music videos until it was time to go to class.

In gym class, they had us playing basketball. We chose teams and, because nobody knew me, I was one of the last picked. As a guy I was a pretty fair playground player. The thing I noticed being in Ana Paula's body was how much quicker and stronger I was than the other girls and  I could easily outjjump any of them. I must have had a 33 or 34 inch vertical leap. When I whipped the ball across the court after penetrating the lane to set up an open jump shot, it hit the girl I passed it to right in her chin because she wasn't expecting that kind of velocity. Unfortunately, I didn't have much of a shooting touch and I had a lot of trouble with my offhand dribble. So the WNBA was definitely not going to be in my future.

The most fun part of gym class, though, was seeing the naked nubile bodies of the other girls. Most of them had no pubic hair or just landing strips because tthey had spent most of the summer wearing bikinis or shorts as residents of this beach community. Most of them had tan lines framing their still developing breasts and cute butts. Some of the older girls even obviously had surgery to enhance their knockers. I loved strutting my amazing body around to and from the showers. I looked forward to see how I would get to use it.

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