&nbsp; &nbsp;It was the start of another Swap Class and I&#8217;d gotten lucky - this year I&#8217;d been paired with my friend Simon. It&#8217;s always nice to have to swap with a classmate you know and, plus, his parents let him get away with anything. Three whole months of eating whatever and staying up late playing video games. Also Simon totally had a crush on my sister so he was pretty happy. After the swap, we were sat at the back of the class in each other bodies, each writing notes how the other was to run our lives. One by one, Mr Donaldson called out people names in pairs and they were seated in the machine to be swapped.<br /> Robbie, for once, wasn&#8217;t giving us any grief but was lurking around a gaggle of awkward looking post-swap girls like a vulture. It can be hard to get a handle on the hormones after a swap and he was homing in on the ex-boys, flirting or attempting to outright bully them into submission.<br /> Mr Donaldson traced a finger down his list. &#8220;Robbie. You&#8217;re the last today. And I&#8217;m afraid we&#8217;re one short this semester.&#8221;<br /> &#8220;Oh, gross, sir, I&#8217;m not going to have to be you, am I?!&#8221;<br /> Mr Donaldson clucked his tongue. &#8220;Afraid the state has decreed swapping with teachers to be inhumane. Besides I dread to think the damage you could cause in my position. No, we have a different spare this year. She&#8217;s not quite on the level of your peers but&#8230;&#8221; From behind the desk he retrieved a cage containing a pure-white, fluffy persian. &#8220;Say hello to Snowball.&#8221; It was one of the most placid cats I'd ever seen as he lifted her into the swap machine and fixed her with the electrodes. The class was in hysterics, while Robbie was going almost as pale as the cat.<br /> The laughter soon died away once Mr Donaldson pressed the switch to begin the transfer. Normally it&#8217;s just a zap of electrodes and you&#8217;re done. This time, the electrodes smoked and sparked on Robbie's scalp as they extracted, not just his mind but everything that made him human. As he shrank, his torso concertinaing inwards, the air in his lungs was forced out in an extended wail. <br /> Inverse to his diminishing, Snowball was growing. The boys in the class, old and new alike, stared as his drained humanity filled out her long legs and pert breasts. Her sapphire eyes awoke with intelligence as Robbie was downloaded into her half-animal brain. Mr Donaldson stripped the electrodes off his scalp. He rubbed one of the twitching, feline ears between his fingers as he did, eliciting a stiffled yelp of pleasure. Robbie trembled. <br /> "And in the spirit of swap class, you'll be homed with me, kitten," Mr Donaldson whispered into the sensitive ear, as Robbie squirmed in his dampening seat at the human's orgasmic touch.