Miss Nebula Ch 01

Nebula was tired of the constant battles with being a part of the Guardians of the Galaxy. So, she decided to leave that life behind and start anew on Earth.

However, she knew that her appearance would attract unwanted attention. Her blue skin and cybernetic implants would make it difficult to blend in with humans. So, she decided to make some modifications to her body to make it more human-like.

Nebula entered the transformation chamber, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. She had never done anything like this before. As the process began, she could feel her body changing. It was a strange sensation, but not altogether unpleasant.

After a few minutes, the transformation was complete. Nebula stepped out of the chamber, naked and vulnerable. She looked down at her body and was surprised by what she saw. Her skin was soft and smooth, like that of a human woman. The only remnants of her former appearance were her piercing blue skin and dark blue nipples.

Nebula looked down at her chest and gently touched her nipples with her fingertips. They were a little sensitive to the touch, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about them.

Nebula ran her hands over her body, marveling at how different it felt. She had never felt so...human before. She turned around and examined her backside, squeezing her firm blue butt. It felt good, but still unfamiliar.

Feeling satisfied with her transformation, Nebula ran over her hands on her bald head, put on a robe and headed out of the transformation chamber, ready to start her new life on Earth.

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Nebula's ship landed in a deserted area in Wakanda, and she set out to find an institute that would take her on as a teacher. However, no one seemed willing to give her a chance due to her alien background and lack of experience. She walked from institute to institute, growing more and more discouraged with each rejection she received.

Just when she thought all hope was lost, Nebula came across a college called W.H.O.R.E. (Wakandan Home of Rare Education) that had recently introduced a new subject for space studies. This gave her a glimmer of hope, and she approached the administration office to inquire about the teaching position.

After several rounds of interviews and discussions, Nebula was finally accepted as a teacher at W.H.O.R.E.

On the first day of class, Nebula walked into the lecture hall and found only five students sitting in the room, four nerdy-looking boys with glasses and Nakia. Nebula was nervous but excited to meet her students.

Nakia exuded a casual yet effortlessly cool vibe as she donned a loose-fitting top and a pair of comfortable shorts. Her long, lustrous hair was intricately braided into elegant dreadlocks, adding a touch of individuality to her look.

Nakia's eyes lit up, and she shouted, "Freaking Nebula gonna teach us. Oh my god. This is gonna be so awesome!" Her excitement was contagious, and the whole class joined in, erupting with cheers and applause.

Nebula, on the other hand, was not used to such a warm welcome. Her emotionally distant nature made it difficult for her to express her feelings, and she responded to the students' cheers with a dry, "Thank you." However, deep down, she was glad to be in a place where people appreciated her.

As the class settled down, Nakia's eyes wandered over to Nebula's physical features.

Nakia noticed that Nebula's nipples were visibly poking through the fabric of her white half-sleeve shirt, giving the impression that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. It was clear to Nakia that Nebula may not have been familiar with undergarments, and the idea of wearing a bra may not have even occurred to her. This realization made Nakia feel a mixture of amusement and intrigue towards the alien teacher. She couldn't help but wonder how Nebula would react if someone were to point out her wardrobe malfunction.

Nakia's gaze then shifted to Nebula's lower half, where she was wearing a pencil skirt that hugged her curves perfectly. The fabric accentuated her well-shaped hips, making Nakia admire Nebula's physique even more. It was clear that Nebula's alien genes had given her a unique yet alluring body.

Nakia shook herself, she couldn't feel that way for her teacher. But then she noticed something unusual, Nebula's body was not like a machine, her skin looked human. But how was that possible? Nakia had to check.

Nebula began to scribble something on the digital board, her hips swaying as she moved.

The boy next to Nakia whispered to Nakia, "Our new teacher is hot, right? But I wish she wasn't bald."

Nakia didn't even turn to the boy, "She doesn't need them."

As the class continued, Nakia found herself struggling to focus on the lesson. Her mind kept wandering off to Nebula's transformed appearance. Nakia had seen many aliens in her life, but this was the first time she had seen an alien in a human-like form. She couldn't help but be curious about Nebula's transformation and what had led her to undergo it.

Finally, the class was over, and Nakia made her way towards Nebula's desk. As she approached, she noticed that Nebula was busy packing up her things. Nakia hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words to ask her question.

"Um, excuse me, Miss Nebula?" Nakia began, trying to sound respectful.

Nebula looked up and smiled. "Yes?"

Nakia took a deep breath before asking, "You look a bit different from the last time I saw you. Did something happen?"

Nebula's smile faded for a moment, and Nakia worried that she might have asked something she shouldn't have. But then Nebula spoke, "Yes, I underwent a transformation to make my skin appear more human."

Nakia's mind was racing with possibilities, her thoughts consumed by the revelation that Nebula was human. Now, her body was not as mechanical as it had been, but soft and supple, like that of a human. But why was she even thinking like that? There was no way that she could even stand a chance with a woman like Nebula.

Nakia was a bit disappointed as she began to leave the classroom. In her rush, she accidentally pushed a water bottle off the table, causing the water to spill all over Nebula's shirt.

As the water seeped through the thin white fabric of Nebula's shirt, the cloth hugged her body, highlighting every curve and contour. The fabric, now sticking to her skin, revealed the outlines of her breasts and the shape of her nipples, drawing Nakia's gaze in. She couldn't help but feel entranced by the way the shirt clung to Nebula's form, leaving little to the imagination.

Nakia tried to look away, feeling embarrassed and inappropriate for ogling her teacher, but the sight was too captivating.

Nakia stood frozen as she watched Nebula trying to dry her shirt. With a hand on her hip, Nebula's other hand tightly held the wet fabric, trying to wring out the excess water. Her movements were slow and deliberate, and with each twist, the thin white fabric clung to her curves even more.

Nebula finally released her shirt. Nakia's eyes were drawn to her breasts once again. The wet fabric clung to them tightly, molding them into a perfect shape. Nakia couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to touch them, to run her fingers over the wet fabric and feel the softness underneath.

Nebula eventually noticed Nakia's gaze and cleared her throat, bringing Nakia out of her trance. "Nakia, class is over," she said, her voice firm but not unkind.

Nakia's face flushed with embarrassment as she realized she had been caught staring. She quickly turned and rushed out of the classroom, feeling a mix of shame and desire coursing through her veins.