Luna, a trans girl looking for a friendly place to study.

Holding your arms closer you look up at campus in front of you, taking a deep breath you think through the past month or so.

Having been outed when your mom discovered your pride flags hidden in your closet, you got the entirely expected "Being trans is an abomination." and other delightful reactions that really showed just how terrible parents they were.

You say were, because shortly after they stopped yelling at you, you found yourself given a week to pack your stuff and leave.

So in one last fuck you to your parents you applied to Drexel. You'd been considering it for a while seeing as it was probably your best chance at properly transitioning. So taking the plunge with not much else to loose, you applied.

Taking a shaky breath, you look around the campus trying to find where you'd introduce yourself having only been told to "Find the administrator building". Thankfully you don't have to wait for too long as someone emerges from the closest building, pulling open the gate to let you in.

"Hey, welcome to Drexel. I'm Samantha; a teacher here now, unfortunately, you're here earlier than expected too, so we haven't quite had time to prepare. But we should be able to give you a proper tour once everyone else gets here for the day if you want."

You take a second to admire her rather pretty looks. Standing about a head or so taller than you; she has quite a lean frame, with a surprisingly welcoming face. A small nose is set right in the center of it, with warm friendly eyes on either side and lips drawn into a bright smile.

Slightly intimidated by how pretty she looks, you almost instinctively glance down; intending to look at the floor, but instead, your eyes are drawn to her pussy. Brazenly on display to the world.

Noticing as your eye dart desperately away from her, she lets out a tiny giggle.

"Oh don't worry about it, I'm quite used to people looking. And in all honesty, I quite enjoy the attention at times."

Feeling your face blush, you look back at her making sure that you avoid glancing down again.

"Anyway, let's get you to your dorm."

You follow her through the gardens and up to the main building.

"Now we're most empty at the moment. Other than the teachers and a few students who stay year-round, everyone is at home enjoying the holiday, so you have the full run of the school."

She leads you inside and it takes you a few seconds to take in just how fancy this place is. A soft carpet covering a cold marble floor, lights hanging from the ceiling in expensive-looking chandeliers and large paintings are hung on each wall. I'm going to be living here?

"I'll give you some time to get used to it if you want."

Turning to Samantha you see her sitting daintily on the wooden stair leading to the next floor.

"No, no. I'm fine."

"Alright then, on we go."

Leading you up the stairs and along a corridor, just as she reaches the end she pulls open a door and you follow her through.

Inside you find a small room, split between a kitchen and a living room. Far nicer than any place you'd hoped for.

"So this will be your home from now on. You'll be sharing it with another student who should be arriving in a week or so, but until then it's all yours."

Pointing at the two doors leading off from the main room.

"You can choose one of those to be your bedroom, they're both the same mind you so it doesn't matter too much."

Dropping your bags, you roll your shoulders feeling the stress start to leave them.

"I'll come back in an hour or so to check your measurements and they should have your uniform ready in a week or so. Now outside of school hours, you don't have to wear your uniform. However, the rule on covering your crotch still applies; unless you're on your period or it's particularly cold outside. Now I'll leave you to get settled in."

She turns to the door, turning back just before she leaves.

"Oh and one more thing, we have no rules against complete nudity or 'promiscuous' actions. So if you want to enjoy your body feel free. Just so long as it's healthy and consensual, though some students opt to wear a small pin that lets you know they're fine with nonconsensual stuff."

Choosing the left bedroom you lug your bags through the door flopping down on the bed.

This is the first moment since you left home that you've properly had time to yourself, and despite how abusive your parents might have been it still makes you feel like shit to have been abandoned. Feeling tears come to your eyes, you turn sobbing into your pillows.

After a while, the tears stop flowing. You drag yourself off your bed and into the bathroom; washing your face, you look yourself over, considering what to wear.

Thankfully when you were thirteen you managed to find a therapist who listened to you and get you hormone blockers without your parents finding out and even recently estrogen. The changes only just starting to appear, but it feels great knowing they'll keep on happening.

Trans rambling aside, you consider your options.

It's not that cold outside so the offer of going fully nude is still open, there's also the thigh highs and hoodies option, you also have a really cute purple crop top or you have that really pretty short green skirt and half top, one second thought you might be able to convince yourself to skip the top.