Homeroom

You open the door to find an nearly empty classroom. The only person inside is the teacher sitting behind her desk going over some papers. At the sound of the door opening and closing she looks up to see you.

“Oh I don’t recognize you. You must be the new student correct?” She asks a look of confusion crosses her face after. You can already feel what comes next. “Though, and I’m sorry if this feels insulting, I was told you’d be a boy.” You let it a small giggle as you wave her off. You explain that despite what many believe and what you tend to wear, you are most certainly a boy. “Ah...I see” she says, though the confusion hasn’t left her face as she studies you. “Is there something wrong” you ask. She pauses for a moment before slowly asking. “Um what are you wearing...that?” She asks gesturing to your clothes. Panic set within your heart and your ask if it’s the skirt. You felt it might be too short, but were I told otherwise by Arula.

At the mention of the Student Council President understanding flashes in her eyes. Before she can say anything though, the door slides open and students start to walk in. You instantly notice why she asked about your outfit, but at the same time you find the need to question theirs! How are some of those clothes within dress code?!?! They in term look at you with confusion as they take their sheets. You can here the whispers that pass between them as their eyes seem to drink in your body.

“Quiet down now everyone. As you can see we have a new student with us today. Let him introduce himself and then you can ask a few questions.” The teacher says. Quickly silencing the class and giving you the floor. You stare into he crowd and realize something odd. There are only women in this class. You know that the school only just became Co-Ed last year, but you’d think there’d be more guys. You introduce yourself and tell them about a few of your likes and dislikes, as well as the job you’re striving for. After you’re don’t you ask if their are any questions. Immediately the entire class raise their hands as one. Already seeing where this is going you instantly reply with “Yes I am a boy.” Just as fast as they rose hands dropped before rising again. You point to a girl in the back. “Um” She begins shyly. “If you’re a boy, why are you wearing girls clothes?” You tell the class that despite being a boy you like wearing girls clothes cause 1) You like them and 2) You can pull them off.

Before anyone can ask why you’re wearing the uniform you tell them that they were given to you by the Student Council President, Arula Aahlaadita. Realization dawn within there eyes and the class as a whole start to laugh and giggle amongst themselves. You ask if this was a prank or something? Not understanding why she would give you a school uniform when there clearly isn’t one. A girl in the front is the one to answer. “President Aahlaadita has a particular...taste for school uniforms.” She says. Clearly trying to find the right words. It’s the student next to her that speaks up next. “It’s her fetish. She likes seeing others in school uniforms. It turns her on.” She says with a voice like it’s a normal everyday thing to talk about another person’s fetish’s. You blush and fidget a bit. “Well that’s...a thing. Honestly, if she just wanted to see me in a school uniform all she would have needed to do is ask. I don’t really mind. It’s not like I haven’t had others ask before.” You say. At this revelation another student is instantly her feet.

“Wait so if we just ask you to you’d be willing to let us dress you up?!”she asks. She’s looks to be a bit of a fashionista from what you can see of her clothing. “Well yes, but I wouldn’t be wearing everything you give me instantly. Maybe a few people’s outfits a day and only if I’m in the mood. I used to have other classmates that wanted me to do it and I was fine doing it with them. I don’t see why I can’t do it here.” You say. Suddenly you have an odd feeling of caution, but chalk it up to a few of their...outfits. “Actually now that I think about it is there a dress code here? I ask cause some of you wear some rather...revealing outfits.” You say. Pointing to a girl at the end of the third row wearing only a tied top and denim shorts. Clearly no bra and a LOT of cleavage showing. You thought you saw something in the front of her shorts as she walked in, but didn’t want to stare. “Also, are their no other boys in this school?” Here the teacher speaks up from beside you.

“Firstly, I believe I did not introduce myself to you. I’m Jane Plainly(That name does NOT work for someone that looks that good!!), your homeroom teacher. It’s nice to meet you. There’s not much of a dress code though, no. As long as you’re wearing something as you walk around the schools halls it’s fine. This class is oddly tame compared to the other. You better get used to skin soon. We’ve got a lot of student that like to let something hang out.” She says. Your face burns red as you process that, but then something about what she said clicks. “Something hang out?” You ask. She nods. “That’s what I was about to get to. You see you’re not technically the only boy here.” She says. Eyes glinting with a bit of mischief and something else. “You see this school is...special. Especially when it comes to the students and faculty.” her she walks back to her desk and sits on it. Hand sliding down her body to the hem of her skirt. As she lifts it up feel your face burn brighter, but you can’t look away and apparently neither can the class. Many looking with eyes full of hunger. “Everyone that you see here in this school. Every woman that you’ll meet. Is a Hermaphrodite or if you’d prefer, a Futanari.” She says. Finally pulling her skirt up and exposing a large bulge held back by black lace. You swallow hard and you can feel yourself getting turned on by the thought, but you push it aside. “If this is a school for Futa then why am I here? Or rather why was I allowed in.”

Miiss Plainly lets out a sigh at that. Shifting in her spot and allowing her meaty member to finally be freed with a light moan of satisfaction. “You were SUPPOSED to be told this by the Headmistress, but she was busy so it was believed that ya teachers would be the next best to let you know. You should also know that sex is permitted on campus as well as sexual activities as long as they don’t completely interrupt class or disturb you fellow students.” Here she pauses and gives you a sultry smirk. “Relationships, be they sexual or otherwise are also allowed between student and teachers.” Finishes with a lick of her lips. ‘WHAT?!?! Is she serious?!?! Also, is she hitting on you?!?!?!’ You cry out in your head. Thoughts whirling and jumbled. “Oh and the why and how you’re here is something you’ll have o take up with the Headmistress. She explicitly wanted to be the one to talk to you about that.” Here she moves to sit behind her desk. Again, never bothering to put her cock away. Your eyes follow it as it sways. After she takes a seat she meets your eyes and give you wink. “I’d say take your seat, but the bell should be ringing right about~” It’s here that you here a chiming that’s resonates throughout the school. “It was nice meeting you and I hope you enjoy your first day here at Ironwood Academy.” Miss Plainly says with a wave as you leaves I NBC a bit of a daze. You feel someone grab your ass as you walk out but can’t tell which of the girls it was.