Professor Evelyn Carter's class

Finally, he arrived at the college. The modern building featured glass facades and well-kept gardens, while groups of students chatted throughout the grounds.

He stood at the college entrance, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder, observing the bustle of students. Dominant girls chatting confidently, boys with bodies similar to his walking with feminine grace. "This world is going to be fucking fun," Avery thought, with a mischievous smile on his lips. And it was just beginning.

Avery walked confidently toward the main entrance of the college. He adjusted the strap of his backpack over his shoulder. The morning sun bathed the courtyard in a warm, golden light, making the leaves of the nearby trees shimmer.

The bustle of students already filled the air, a chorus of voices and laughter echoing against the walls of the modern building. As he advanced along the cobblestone path, he noticed the subtle but profound differences of this inverted world.

Groups of women walked in noisy packs, laughing boisterously with overwhelming confidence. They gestured energetically and dominated the space with their mere presence.

They were tall and athletic, or curvy and voluptuous, dressed in revealing clothes that accentuated their power: short skirts revealing toned legs, or tight pants highlighting their wide hips and imposing figures.

Some had hair in vibrant colors, dyed strands waving to the rhythm of their determined steps. In contrast, the boys moved in smaller groups or even alone.

Slender and slim, with prominent asses, their walks graceful like a model on a runway. Speaking in soft, almost whispering tones, with delicate gestures that avoided drawing too much attention.

It was as if the world had taken the gender norms from his previous life and flipped them completely, turning women into hunters and men into tempting prey.

Avery felt a surge of adrenaline as he processed this. In his original world, he had been the muscular one, the initiator, the pursuer. Here, everything was reversed.

A part of him—the adventurous part—found it incredibly stimulating. He kept walking, noticing how some girls glanced at him sideways, their eyes lingering on his ass.

At the main entrance, he spotted his two lifelong friends: Ethan and Lucas, waiting under the arch of the door with their backpacks slung casually.

Ethan, with his blonde hair falling in perfect waves that caught the sunlight, green eyes sparkling with constant mischief. He was the most outgoing of the three, always ready with a joke or a compliment.

Lucas, on the other hand, had brown hair framing a delicate and soft face, with warm brown eyes that conveyed genuine warmth, and a shy smile that made him seem even more approachable.

Both shared the typical body of men in this world: slender, with wide hips and large, round asses.

However, he noted with an internal pang of pride—and a touch of excitement—that his own ass was even more prominent, more curvaceous and eye-catching, as if fate had designed him to be the center of attention.

Upon seeing him approach, Ethan raised his hand enthusiastically, his voice resonating above the ambient noise.

"Avery! Over here, handsome!"

Lucas smiled, adjusting his clothes with a nervous but affectionate gesture.

"Good morning, man. You look... different today. More... wild, somehow."

They hugged briefly, a casual but warm greeting filled with familiarity that Avery appreciated in his new life.

From the implanted memories in his mind during reincarnation, he knew the three had been friends since childhood, growing up together in the neighborhood, sharing secrets in backyards, laughter at school parties.

Ethan tilted his head, examining him curiously while narrowing his green eyes.

"Why didn't you put on makeup today? Are you trying something new?"

Avery shrugged, remembering his morning decision in the mirror, and responded with a relaxed smile.

"I'm going for more natural styles now. I don't need that to feel good. What do you think?"

Lucas nodded immediately, his brown eyes shining with genuine admiration and a touch of friendly envy.

"You're right. You don't need it at all. You're the most beautiful guy in college, Avery. Without makeup, you look even more... authentic. The girls won't be able to take their eyes off you."

Avery felt a warmth rise up his neck, but it wasn't embarrassment: it was pure excitement.

They began heading toward the classroom, walking in a line down the main hallway, which was crowded with hurried students.

They walked quickly so that they can arrive early for there first class, while walking he thought of his wild experience with Diana and the others, he couldn't help being aroused just thinking about it, which he found strange because according to his memories, Avery was much like any other boy, though much more handsome, but he did not dwell on it, he thought it must have something to do with his transmigration and somehow his body changed because of it.

His college is also jokingly known as futa college because all the professor's and staff here are futa's, there is a rumor that it has something to do with the college president as she is large beautiful black futa.

Avery noticed how Ethan and Lucas swayed their hips as they walked, a feminine and seductive sway that in his original world would have been typical of women in high heels.

It was hypnotic, almost erotic, and reinforced the role reversal that defined this society.

As they advanced, the girls turned to look at them—especially at him—their eyes fixated on his prominent, round ass under his short skirt.

Avery could feel the weight of those lustful gazes, like invisible caresses that made him smile inwardly.

Some whispered to each other, giggling under their breath. He wondered if in this world women planned "conquests" like he had done before.

They arrived at the classroom and sat in their usual seats: Avery in the middle of the back row, flanked by his friends, from where he could observe everything without being the immediate center.

He looked around, amazed by the diversity and beauty of his classmates, who chatted animatedly before class started.

In this world, all the women he saw were beautiful in an almost supernatural way, perfect curves moving with dominant grace, impeccable skin glowing under the fluorescent light.

He noticed exotic hair colors that seemed natural: one girl with vibrant green strands contrasting her outfit.

Another with electric blue giving her a mystical air, and even one with natural pink hair cascading down her back.

Everything seemed straight out of an erotic anime or an adult fantasy, but it was real, palpable, and Avery felt his pulse quicken at the possibilities.

The noise in the classroom died down abruptly when the English teacher, Evelyn Carter, entered, followed closely by her daughter Skye, who apparently attended the same college and shared some classes.

Both had intense blue hair, a unique and vibrant shade that made them stand out like rare jewels in a sea of everyday colors.

Evelyn was a mature and dominant vision, with a presence that filled the room.

Large breasts straining her professional blouse to the limit, a wide and firm ass that moved with authority as she walked to the desk, and an hourglass figure that screamed experience and control. Her face was beautiful, with soft lines denoting maturity, her piercing eyes sweeping the classroom as if evaluating potential prey.

Skye, her daughter, was 18 years old with smaller but equally beautiful and tempting proportions.

Class began with a dry announcement about the day's lesson.

Avery tried to focus on the notes, scribbling in his notebook with a pencil that felt strange in his new hand.

But his attention constantly drifted to Evelyn body, her breasts moving slightly as she gestured with her hands, explaining lesson with a firm and authoritative voice. And when she turned to write on the board, her ass marked against the tight skirt, a spectacle that made Avery clench his teeth.

Soon, Professor Evelyn brought the lesson to an end. She gathered the papers on her desk before looking toward the class.

“Everyone, come to the front desk and collect your results from yesterday’s test. I’ll call you one at a time.”

Students began lining up, some whispering excitedly about their marks while others nervously waited for their turn.

When Avery’s name was called, he slowly approached Professor Evelyn and took the results sheet from her hand.

He looked down at the paper.

**62%.**

His eyes lingered on the number. It was below the class average, and certainly lower than he had hoped for. He quietly folded the sheet and looked back at her.

“Avery, find me after class. I want to discuss something,” Professor Evelyn said in a neutral tone.

Avery hesitated for a moment, wondering what she wanted to talk about.

Then he nodded. “Okay.”

He stepped away from the desk, still thinking about his disappointing result.