Chapter 3: Written Exam

It took two weeks for the entrance exams of U.A. university to be upon Kyoka. While maintaining her exercises and other daily routines, the punk-rocker spent her free time getting used to this new world of hers. For example, she had to come to the realization that most of the time, when she now saw groups of five or more girls hanging out together at the mall or heading into a karaoke bar, it was pretty commonly a harem instead of just friends. There were still some people who liked to dedicate themselves to one person, like her own parents.

Additionally, Kyoka learned that futa's liked to show off what they had most of the time. It was never full on nudity, though perhaps she would make a rule to allow that. Instead, they would wear tight shorts or leather pants that both made their groins and asses quite eye-catching, as well as low-cut tops that left plenty of cleavage to enjoy or crop tops with boob windows. Kyoka found herself a little jealous of the gals that did the latter.

Afterall, Kyoka knew she didn't have the typical body type that most people sought out. She was petite. Her arms were thin, she didn't think her face was all that cute, and her chest wasn't anything to stare at. While she could probably change that with the notebook, she felt as if doing that would be untrue to herself. There were two things that Kyoka didn't think negatively about herself, after all. Those being her own butt and her thighs.

Her butt was most definitely cute. At least Kyoka thought so. It was heart-shaped and firm. It wasn't exactly sexy in her mind, but if she wanted to, she could dress up to make it that way. As for her thighs, her daily jogging and workouts made it so they were toned while still having just enough meat to them to allow one to dig their digits into the soft and squishy flesh before feeling muscle. Her lap would make for a great resting place.

Why did Kyoka start thinking about herself like this? Oh, right, she was standing at the front gates of U.A. and was watching a bunch of other girls stroll through in various outfits. Some, like Jiro, wore outfits that showed off their own style, while others wore their high school uniforms one last time. Kyoka had a dark choker around her neck, a black band t-shirt with some cool designs on the front, some denim shorts, and her favorite combat boots. She also had a small duffle bag slung over her shoulder that had her outfit for the practical portion of the exam.

With a deep breath, the nervous punk-rock girl started heading in towards the university. Not a second after her fifth step inside, someone ran into her, nearly knocking her down. Turning around in an instant, Kyoka was ready to flip a gasket. "What the hell was that for?"

Kyoka would then see a cute blondie that had fallen on their ass. The blondie had two straight ponytails resting on and going a little bit past her shoulders, and there was a black streak going through their hair, similar to Kyoka's. Whereas Kyoka's resembled a heart beat on an EKG, the blond lady's streak was basically a couple of V's stuck together. She was wearing a high school uniform, if Kyoka had to guess, due to the plain white button-up that contained some pretty B-cups, dark skirt, and loose red tie around their neck. Their yellow eyes were staring right up at Jiro before they gave a nervous smile.

"Uh, h-hey, sorry about that! I didn't mean to run into you, I just realized I was running real late to the exam so I started running, and I had to jump out of the way of a group of some gals, which accidentally sent me right into you. Forgive me?" Now the blondie was scratching at the top of their head, the nervous smile having turned into a more happy-go-lucky one that showed off her pearly whites.

"Dude, it's only 9:30. The exam's start at 10. You're not late at all."

"Oh, sweet! I figured I forgot something. Hehe, means I got some time to kill. Hey, how about I apologize to you by buying you a quick meal?" The blondie stood up from the floor and pat herself down, trying to make sure that she wasn't too dirty.

With a shake of her head, Kyoka would respond. "Nope. We only have thirty minutes until we have to be in the auditorium, so we probably wouldn't have time to enjoy it. Being early is on time, anyways."

"Boooring." The annoying nuisance stepped next to Kyoka and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, dragging the purple-haired gal with her towards the university. "Then how about afterwards? Once we're both feeling confident about succeeding the practical part of the exam and close to being part of U.A., I'll treat you to dinner."

Kyoka brought one of her ear jacks up to the intruder of her personal space, pointing it right at one of those golden eyes until she took her arm off of Kyoka. "First off, I don't even know your name. Seco-"

"Denki Kaminari. What's yours?"

"That was not me asking for your name, dummy." By now, the two had entered university's spacious insides, but they still had a bit to go to reach the auditorium. After sighing in response to Kaminari's interjection, Kyoka would continue. "Secondly, there's also a written part of the exam."

With a click of the tongue, Kaminari would close her eyes while lifting her right pointer finger. "Yep, but I suck at that stuff, so I'm hoping to get by with my awesome combat skills. What's your name?"

"Let me say all of my points first, dammit!" She was getting flustered by Kaminari's pigheadedness. Couldn't she see that Kyoka was trying to be a cool, unapproachable lady? Well, that was how Kyoka typically acted, at least when she first met someone. It was hard for her to be relaxed at times like this, because she was always so nervous. So, she would just default to the stereotypical behaviors of a punk-rocker, that being kind of mean and standoffish.

If she wanted to get a dicking though, it'd probably be best for her to edge away from those behaviors. Boy did she want to get a good dicking. She'd almost taken on an offer from a sexy older lady the other day. The lady had been wearing a beautiful red dress that had cuts in the bottom-half that exposed her thighs, as well as caused the center flap covering her crotch to just barely hide the swinging piece of salami underneath. Kyoka had just stared with her jaw dropped low. Yet she said no to the inquiring lady, since Kyoka wanted her first to be with someone just as inexperienced as her, so that she wouldn't feel like she was being lackluster in bed. God, Kyoka could feel her core warming up as she lost herself in these thoughts.

"Yo, earth to ears?" Kaminari waved a hand in front of Kyoka. "You gonna keep me guessing what your final point is, or are you gonna tell me what it is?"

Fuck!

Now with her face properly blushing a vibrant red, Kyoka would finish her thoughts. The ones before her dirty ones. "Lastly, how will we know when we're both done with the practical portion? Forums online said that U.A. tends to do one or two groups at once. It's entirely possible that we'll be in different groups and test at separate times."

"Ah, that's a real toughie." That was just pure sarcasm from Kaminari, which made Kyoka frown. "Do you know what a phone is?"

"Yes, in fact, I do. But I'm not giving you my number."

With a smug grin, the blondie would reach behind into her backpack that Kyoka hadn't noticed till then, just to pull out her phone. "Then I'll give you mine. That's acceptable, right? If you really don't want me to apologize by treating you to a meal, then just don't text me, Mrs. Doesn't-Have-A-Name."

"If I agree to this, will you leave me alone?"

"If you agree and give me your name, sure!"

She gave the blondie some intense side-eye at that, which was returned with some truly pitiful puppy dog eyes from Kaminari. After Kyoka took one last deep breath, she shrugged. "Kyoka Jiro. Now give me your number already."

"Ooo, cute name." The blush on Jiro's face returned for just a moment while she put in Kaminari's number. Then she finally separated from the noisy gal to enter the auditorium, quickly hurrying to find her seat.

Present Mic came up to speak to the room at one point after it reached ten. That was a hero Kyoka knew of pretty well before she changed reality, so she was pretty surprised to see the changes. Her hair was different, having a bit more curl at the ends as well as flowing downwards instead of up. As for Present Mic's costume, she had a tight leather skirt on instead of pants with a cute belt around the top, and her voice modulator thingie was built a little bit differently to be able to fit comfortably between her clothed bust. She also had some midriff exposed to reveal a toned stomach.

"Hello everybody! Can I get a 'Hey'?!"

Not a soul responded to the attempt to lower the tension in the room. Yet Present Mic continued to try and be her upbeat self, even while describing the rules of the practical exam they would be doing after the written exam. Destroy robots for points, got it. Avoid the zero pointer, perfect. No hurting or targeting other people, makes sense. Kyoka looked at the ID card she had been provided beforehand that allowed her access to the university, learning that she would be in the fourth of ten total groups for the practical exam.

After some interjections from other attendees, which Kyoka didn't listen to all that much because she just didn't care, it was time for the written exam.

(Author's Notes: Sorry for the long chapter. Just had a lot of stuff I wanted to get in here. As soon as the exams are over, there should be a good amount of smut, but I am trying to have some semblance of story too. Hope you all enjoyed. Also, if the pictures to help show what the genderbent gals look like are weird, let me know, since this is my first time doing this.)