It's A Pleasure To Meet You

For the second time, I woke up feeling an odd sensation in my ears. Before I promptly remembered that I now had the worlds cheat code in my earlobes.

I got out of bed with a grin and quickly woke my laptop from sleep mode. I wanted to check my new library of images to make absolutely certain that all of that stuff was not a dream. And sure enough the bodies of school girls came into view.

I admit I did a little dance in small celebration.

I quickly got ready and dressed in my uniform from my old school. It occurred to me that they might still have me in their books as one of their students but I shrugged it off, thinking I could just deal with it later.

Grabbing my phone and everything else I would need I headed out of my room to go and brush my teeth and have breakfast. All the while I was buzzing with excitement for my first official day at my “new” school.

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On the way to Otonokizaka I stopped by some stores along a street close to the school. I was early so I knew I had time.

The reason I was there was so I could look for a small enough container for my earrings. I really didn’t want to lose them because of how small they were. I was sure one of these stores had something I could use.

Ten minutes later I walked out of a fairly large pharmacy that had what I was looking for. At the checkout they had an assortment of cheap jewellery for women and small carry boxes for them to fit in purses and such. The problem was finding a box that wasn’t too feminine. I found a clear see-through one that fit the bill and “bought” it.

Now, outside the pharmacy I removed the earring of Normalcy and put it in the box and put the box in a safe part of my school bag.

That chore done, I continued on to school.

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I was nearing the gates to Otonokizaka when I started to notice all the looks I was getting. I had already received quite a few on my way here but once I was this close to the all-girls school the looks became a lot more curious.

A boy walking towards an all-girl’s school was usually cause for concern but with my Normalities in place they weren’t glaring or anything like that. They just looked curious about the hot guy walking amongst them.

For my part, it was actually kinda embarrassing. Having so many girls watching my every move was a little unnerving. I really didn’t have experience with so much attention from girls. I could feel myself sweating a little as my body decided to get the jitters. But I tried to get it all under control. As long as I keep cool, and don’t trip or something stupid like that, then it will be fine.

Of course it would be fine with all the changes I had made to society. And with the earring in my left ear to make further changes I really should be brimming with confidence. But old habits die hard and the closer I got to the gates the more nervous I got.

It was nice, though, to see the cherry blossoms still falling this fine morning. And I really couldn’t complain about the view of the picturesque school up ahead with school girls walking towards the gates. The skirts and bare legs and the gentle morning breeze. It was just so beautiful and a little arousing, given the context of what I could do.

It was so pretty I could take a picture. In fact, that’s exactly what I’ll do.

I took out my phone and tapped the camera app before wondering if I had made a Normality about me taking pictures. I stopped walking and checked my notes app and found that I hadn’t specifically said anything about taking pictures. But then I realised that it shouldn’t really matter since one Normality did prevent people from thinking that I was doing something perverted. And using my camera to take pictures of girls at an all-girls school usually would qualify as perverted.

So, I was safe to snap pictures even without the other earring in place.

So I snapped a couple of the postcard quality scene in front of me.

Now that I had those I put my phone away and resumed my trek into the school. With no one looking at me as if I was some sort of pervert for taking pictures, my confidence went up as I took the steps before crossing the road to get to the gates. However, once I got to the gates I had that feeling again. The feeling that I really shouldn’t be here and should turn around right now. That feeling I had yesterday of all the cells in my body telling me to not go into an all-girls school.

I ignored it with all the determination I could muster and pushed through my sudden **** to re-enter the garden of forbidden fruit. Nothing would stop me from acquiring my own personal harem!

…Or, something like that.

But anyway, I made it through the gates and was now walking into the front entrance. The lockers came into view with girls bending over slightly to change their shoes. For some reason, seeing this made me feel triumphant, possibly because of that short struggle at the gates, or perhaps now that I was inside the building my mind took that as proof that no one was going to yell at me.

Damn. It really is gunna take a while to get used to this freedom.

I walked over to the guest locker in the corner again to change my shoes. I don’t know if they already set up a new locker for me with the rest of the students yet and I wasn’t going to spend a long time looking for it. And this time I kept my bag with me.

Once I changed shoes I made my way into the building proper. With almost every girl eyeing me up along the way, of course. I was trying to find the faculty office so I could be assigned to a class. I realised that that should have probably been done already as with other schools, but since I did all this with the earrings and on such short notice, they probably haven’t decided on what class to put me in. And with the power of these earrings I knew exactly which class I wanted to be in.

But first I’d have to find the office. And with some directions from a couple girls, I did. The faculty office was located on the first floor down one of the left-hand corridors. I made my way there and knocked before peeking inside.

“Please, excuse me.” I said out of courtesy.

One of the teachers closest to the door turned after hearing me.

“Yes, did you need—” Was all she said before she realised she was talking to a boy as opposed to a female student.

I panicked a little at the more than reasonable reaction and tried to come up with something to say, and if failing that, what to make “Normal” to avoid trouble.

But before I could come up with anything the teacher seemed to remember something.

“Were you perhaps the new transfer student? I’m sorry. I didn’t hear about it until this morning.” She said in apology. She had short light brown hair with pale blue eyes and wore a plain but faded yellow blouse and a long navy grey skirt. There wasn’t much else to take note of her, besides her glasses. She did have a cute face though.

“No, it’s fine. It was very last minute, anyway.” I told her.

“Right. Come in, come in. I don’t even think you had been assigned to a class yet. Let me check for you.” She said as I entered the room at her request. “Forgive me but what was your full name again. The Director must have mentioned it earlier but I must have forgotten it.”

“It’s Nakano Naoki.”

With that the teacher looked through some folders and even asked a couple other teachers about my placement. But none of them knew which, if any, class I was assigned to. Which told me that my fiddling with Normalities led to this oversight.

Which meant I wasn’t assigned yet. Just as I suspected. This means I’d have to place my own assignment. Since I had these earrings it should be easy.

“If I haven’t yet been assigned, sensei, then wouldn’t it be normal for me to choose which class to be in from the number of classes that had open spots?” I asked her innocently.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s right. I just wanted to make sure if you actually had been placed or not.” She told me, a little embarrassed that she “forgot” that little detail. “Let’s see which second year homeroom classes are open.”

She went back to reading through a folder that she had looked at before. This time I caught a glimpse of some rosters for the second years. Their names were placed according to alphabetical order by the looks of them.

It didn’t take long to look through them. Since there were only two…

That’s right. The second years only had two classes.

That really was pretty sad.

“Okay, it looks like both second-year classes have openings. Class 2-1 has two spots open while class 2-2 has one.” The teacher told me.

So Honoka was in one of those classes, huh? But which one?

“Do you mind if look through them before deciding?” I asked her.

“Uh, it’s fine I guess, but it’s just the student’s names though.” She said, a bit hesitantly.

“Well, it’s just that there is someone I know who attends this school. I thought that it would be easier for me to adjust here if I see a familiar face.” I explained (read: bullshitted) to her.

“Ah, I see. That would probably be for the best. Transferring to a new school can be tough if you don’t know anyone there.” She said, going along with my nonsense.

“Exactly, sensei.”

I picked up the rosters and skimmed through them. I was looking for a Kousaka Honoka.

Kousaka… Kousaka…

Kou… Kou…

Didn’t seem like she was in 2-1. I didn’t even see her friends, Kotori-chan “The Director’s High-pitched Puppy Dog Daughter” and “Keepin’ It Real” Umi-chan.

It must be class 2-2 then.

Kou… Kou… Kou…

Ko… Ko… Ko…

Kouhî…

Hmm, coffee… I could do with some coff—

Ah! There she is. And Kotori too. Umi is probably there as well.

“I choose this one sensei.” I said as I held the roster out to her.

She took it and looked it over. “Class 2-2 then. One seat available, and it’s Miyama-sensei’s class.”

She looked up from the roster and searched around the office. Her eyes fell on a woman sitting at her desk marking something on some papers. “Ah! Miyama-sensei?”

“Mm? Yamauchi-sensei, what’s up?” The woman that looked up almost gave me a boner straight away. She had short hair that was a shade darker than Yamauchi-sensei’s. Her eyes were a shade of auburn and she wore a grey suit jacket that couldn’t completely hide the large breasts contained within. The cleavage was enough to make me want to forget everything and go to town on those things. I couldn’t see what she was wearing on her lower half though with the desk being in the way. And judging from her expression she seemed like quite a friendly person with a cheerful disposition.

“This here is Nakano Naoki,” Yamauchi-sensei said, referring to me standing next to her. “He’s the new male transfer student. The one that the Director was talking about.”

“Ah, you mean the male student we’d have to help us become a co-education school next year?” Miyama-sensei asked.

“Yes. Apparently, the Director had forgotten to assign him to a class, so he chose his own. Nakano-kun decided on your class.”

“Oh, I see.” Miyama-sensei then looked up at me and smiled. “Thank you for choosing my homeroom. And sorry that all this wasn’t sorted out before you got here.”

“No, no it’s fine. I understand and I look forward to being in your care.” I reassured her and bowed.

“Hm, hm, so polite.” She said, nodding and smiling at my manners. “Well, let me just finish up here and we’ll head on over to homeroom.”

I nodded and let her mark a couple more things on the piece of paper in front of her, before she put it into a folder and placed it on a pile to her right. She then picked up another folder and rose out of her chair.

“Alright, let’s go Nakano-kun.”

When she got up I could see what she was wearing on her lower half and I was not disappointed. She wore a skirt the same grey as the jacket but it was really short, showing off her bare and sexy legs.

Oh, fuck yeah. If I was going to have a teacher like her then you can bet money that I’ll be getting extra lessons with her.

I kept my expression neutral though. But then I remembered that I didn’t need to. It was Normal for me to look at women after all. So, I just stared some more.

“See you later, Yamauchi-sensei.” Miyama-sensei said to the other teacher.

I turned to her as well and bowed. “Thank you for the help.”

“No, no it’s fine. Work hard now, okay.” She said cheerfully as she waved.

“Yes ma’am.”

And with that I followed behind my new homeroom teacher. Staring at her butt the whole way.

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“So, I heard that the Director already gave you your Welcome. I’m guessing you won’t be needing one from me, then?” Miyama-sensei asked me while we were walking down a hallway.

“Welcome? Wh— Oh! Right. Yes, she did welcome me, but I wouldn’t mind receiving one from you, sensei. If that’s alright?” Getting another teacher to suck me off definitely had its appeal.

“That’s fine with me. After all, the Director may have Welcomed you to the school, but that’s not the same as Welcoming you to my class.” She said nonchalantly. She didn’t sound flirty about it at all. It sounded like she felt it was a courtesy to do it.

And I really liked that reasoning, sensei.

“Ah, but when to do it… There won’t be time during homeroom, and you’ll have classes the rest of the day.” She said thoughtfully.

“Maybe after school?” I suggested.

“If you don’t have to get home too early, yes, that seems fine.” She nodded and the decision was made.

I now had a date after school with a hot teacher.

“Oh! Sensei, can I get your contact info, since it’s normal for me to have my homeroom teacher’s info? You know, in case of an emergency.” I just remembered about getting sexy pictures from girls if they had my email. And I definitely wanted Miyama-sensei sending me naughty photos.

“Ah, right, of course. But I usually leave my phone on silent in the office.” She said apologetically.

“That’s fine. Do you know your email address?” I asked. I would definitely not let this go.

She nodded and I stopped walking to hand her my phone. She stopped too and took it from me to fill in her details before handing it back.

“There you go.” She said, cheerfully.

“Thank you, sensei.” I quickly got to work sending her phone a short message so that she would have my details.

“No problem.”

We resumed walking and soon we were in front of class 2-2.

“Now, don’t be nervous. They’re nice girls and I’m sure you’ll fit in. Just take deep breaths and come in when I call for you, okay?” She said to me in a kindly manner.

I nodded and she headed inside.

Of course, I was fine. Mostly. Well, maybe I was still a little nervous. It was all still new to me and I didn’t get much attention from girls before two days ago. But after all that’s happened to me, I think I’ll be fine.

I still think I’ll be blushing like mad, though.

I waited for a bit and tried to listen to what was being said in the classroom. I could hear Miyama-sensei saying something. Then there were sounds of interest from the students. They were most likely told that they had a new transfer student.

Sensei said something else, to which the reply was a loud exclamation from the class.

They just found out I was a guy.

More exclamations. Sensei quieted them down before explaining the “reasons” behind my transfer. Some more excitable chatter…

Then I heard Miyama-sensei call out for me to come in.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. I walked in and took my place in front of the class, next to the teacher’s podium.

I could hear muttering coming from the mostly silent classroom. All eyes were on me and I had to fight the urge to blush and shake. I just had to think of my earrings and I felt confidence fill me.

“…he’s hot…”

“…but why a guy…”

“…and just one…”

“…this is a girls-school right…?”

“…still, he’s hot…”

The muttering almost had me losing my cool.

“Okay, everyone. Settle down and let him introduce himself.” Sensei called out to the class.

I looked out at the faces staring back at me. Most of the expressions were of teen girls that had just seen someone attractive. Blushes everywhere.

There were some sceptical looks, however. But only a few.

I looked some more and found both Kotori and Umi looking at me with some recognition on their faces. Did they remember, then? They didn’t look upset or suspicious or anything. The look just said, ‘Oh look, there’s that guy. That hot guy.’

I decided not to worry about it and looked to the left of them to find Honoka with the same blush as the class as well as the same recognition as her friends.

I locked eyes with her and started my introduction.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Nakano Naoki.”

When she realised that I wasn’t going to look away, her blush turned fierce and her eyes widened.