One on one tutoring session with his gender studies professor

While all the ideas of changing the entire campus sounded fun, realistically Sam knew he had work to accomplish. More specifically, even though he was a biology major in his third year, he found out just this year he had to take at least one class in Gender Studies as part of the universities policy to create "more well rounded" students. Sam and all the men in the class, being **** to take it, knew this was just an attempt to politically indoctrinate students to believe in a whole whack load of contradictions. Gender is a social construct, you can be born the wrong gender, etc etc.

Worse yet, she was an incredibly hard marker. No matter how much citation or research he did into essays trying to say exactly what bullshit the professor wanted to hear, he still did awful and women whom wrote garbage essays by comparison seemed to get far better marks. It was if the more attractive a woman was, the better curve she got on her grade and if a guy was even remotely masculine he could count on being at the bottom of that curve.

The only saving grace was how ridiculously hot and young the professor was having just finished grad school and managed to land a teacher position, unbelievably. The irony was the Gender Studies department head was a man so Sam always suspected this hot, young and inexperienced professor might have been chosen over other's with her "only a masters degree" due to her looks or perhaps some lip service during the interview.

Like most professors Sam had, her name was plastered over the course outline and right there in her university email address. Typing it in to MasterPC, a wonderful image of her floating on the screen seemingly bicycling judging by her body movements. This did not surprise Sam as her body was very very fit.

"Definitely some room for improvement, in attitude and looks though, " mused Sam