School

As I walked to school, I couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with me. Was I suffering from Amnessia or was there something more sinister going on? It seems crazy to think, but I can’t get rid of the feeling that something was incredibly off about today. Even my own instincts seem off but that might just mean I have a pretty serious **** problem.

Either way, I was now in front of my higher education academy, a school for those who’d already graduated high school. The building’s design was like most high schools and so was how it worked except teacher student relationships were only frowned upon if the teacher was currently teaching that student. The first bell had already rung, so the courtyard was empty, other than spreads of jizz probably originating from students rushing to get one out before the grueling day started. Once I was through the front doors, I rushed to my homeroom, to find that everyone had already strapped themselves into the Futa Gears. Since our hormones would be a huge burden to teaching young Futanaris, it became common to use Futa Gears to cover up our vagina and penis. This stops us from stimulating ourselves during the school day, though the Gear is technically capable of stimulating us if commanded to, though it won’t ever really satisfy anyone. The Futa Gear is impossible to take off until the final bell of the day is rung, but it’s a requirement for out school days. I quickly put mine on and eagerly waited for the school day.