Physiology Class

You enter the classroom for the second time. You pick the same seat you did this morning and start preparing for class. After the bell rings, the teacher starts going through her introduction. Her name is Mrs. Patel. The "Mrs." part leaves you a bit surprised. You mother told you that you're the only male in the town, so you weren't expecting to hear that one of your teachers is married. Then again, it is possible that Mrs. Patel isn't married to a man in the first place. She could just be married to another futa in town. Actually, your mother only said you were the only man in town, so maybe there could not only be futa, but women in this town? The thought excites you. You'll have to ask your mother about that when you get home today. For now, you continue to half listen to Mrs. Patel go over the syllabus.

She's a petite Middle Eastern woman with a light accent. You would describe her beauty as exotic, with a long, black, ponytail and a thin waist. She isn't as well endowed as your mother, but each of her breast are easily a handful. Honestly, you liken her to a famous princess from a certain movie you watched as a kid.

It's a shame that you have to stop admiring when you realize her eyes have settled on you. It would be pretty awkward if your teacher noticed you were checking her out in the middle of class, and you hope that she hasn't. You avert your eyes down to the syllabus and start following along as she speaks. Pretty soon, she says something that causes you to raise your eyebrows.

"The schools outside of this town focus on more traditional physiology from when the two main sexes were male and female. Back when the curriculum was made, intersex was a rare condition, and futanari as we know them today practically didn't exist. Because of this, the study of the futanari body is not part of the public, or even most private, curriculums. Here though, we will be studying mainly the physiology of futanari. We will briefly cover the other sexes for their distinct traits, but as you will soon learn, the study of futanari will cover practically everything that the independent study of males and females would."

Thinking back, Your old schools never did teach about futanari. You also never really learned about them from your mother. The closest you ever got was when she gave you the birds and the bees talk and she told you that futa can play either part in reproduction. You didn't ask her back then, but it left you wondering if that means futa can basically clone themselves if they... you know. It isn't a question you plan to ever ask her, and it would probably be too weird to ask in a classroom full of futa, so you guess it'll remain a mystery for now.

The rest of the class passes pretty uneventfully. The teacher mentions that there will be more labs and hands on work compared to other schools. You've never been fond of dissections you had in your previous Biology class, but you hope that Physiology will have some other type of labs that are less gross.

You look around the room and see some anatomical models that are, in no subtle way, representations of the futanari body and its systems. What makes you blush is that, of these models, one of them displays a futanari penis during an erection. By your estimates, the false penis is roughly nine inches in length, and thick enough that you might struggle to close a hand around it, something you are not used to. It puts even some of the most well endowed men you have seen in porno to shame. You reassure yourself that it must just be enlarged for the purpose of displaying the inner workings of the appendage, but the memory of your mother walking in on you leaves you a little skeptical. No, even if your mother could possibly be that large, she has to be a special case. Penises just aren't normally that large, right?

When the bell rings, you gather your things and leave the classroom. You try to clear your mind and start off towards your last class, P.E. You need to go get changed in the locker ro...

"Wait!" you think as your eyes go wide.

"Where the hell am I supposed to get changed!?"

A bolt of panic runs through you when it dawns on you that, as an all futa school, there aren't going to be any "boys" locker rooms. You feel a sense of relief when you remember that you can just go change in the bathrooms instead, but it's short lived as you realize the same issue would still apply. You wrack your brain for a solution. You can't use the locker rooms. The bathrooms are also out. There isn't really any other place you can think of. Except...

You cringe at the thought of having to do it, but it's the only place you would feel even slightly comfortable changing in this school. You sigh, wondering how you hadn't thought of this issue until now, and begin walking off to get changed for P.E.