You do a lot of reading out loud.

Opening the door you were struck by the sheer number of different desks. The vast majority of them seemed to be custom made for the student using them: giant terracotta planters, living saplings woven together to make a sort of wicker, granite slabs crisscrossed with deep red rune-work, and forever red-hot coals were the most exotic you saw. Far more common were things like human sized cat towers, finished wood, or plush chairs. It is very much a disappointment when you realize you’re assigned to a very normal plastic and metal desk at the front. What doesn’t help matters is your bag, which has been steadily getting heavier. You’re pretty sure Shauna noticed it too, as you caught her giving it a worried glance as you somehow managed to take it off and slump it by your desk.

Sitting down you look at your neighbors, to your left is a giant terracotta planter lacking a student but 3/4ths full of potting soil. There doesn’t appear to be any sign of the student who would plant themselves there.

To your right is a giant cat tower with a catgirl napping up top. She’s far more furry than you expected and sports two tails with tiny blue flames hovering over her. Of the four cat girls in class she’s the only one whose both furry and has extra tails with blue flames.

Behind you is an elvish guy, long pointed ears aside the only reason you’re sure he’s a guy is he’s also completely topless, everything about him walks the line between ultra feminine and anime pretty boy. He’s also the only elf at a finished wood desk instead of one of the wicker ones.

The ringing bell wakes up the catgirl with a small yelp as the teacher, who appears to be part cow, waddled to the front of class with her mostly empty udder barely covered by her skirt and leggings . Her shirt was normal, though the graphic appeared to be about how she doesn’t produce milk from there.

“Alright anyone not here?” She looked about the class, her face delicately portioned, with tiny features, even her horns were tiny nubs coming out above her temples. “Anyone know where Sam is?”

“Yeah I stopped by his house this morning,” said a gruff voice in back. Turning, you see an orc girl with very impressive muscles. “He’s flipping”

“Again? That’s the third time in as many months, that’s not healthy for a G-type Alurune.” She sighed and marked something on her clipboard. Alright now than class, as I’m sure you have noticed we have a new member, would you care to introduce yourself?

“Uh sure” you stand up, starting to straighten your skirt until you realize you’re wearing pants. “I’m Hana ~~~” the unearthly noises coming from your mouth cause several nearby students to groan, and your catgirl neighbor to hiss. The teacher looks at you, knowingly.

“It gets easier, believe me.” She put a gentle hand on your shoulder, making you feel towered over despite being taller than her “You ready to do your reading?”

“Reading?” She turned to Jess

“Miss Allard did you forget to tell our new student why they’re bringing so much material with them?”

“Sorry Miss MacKenna. I was distracted catching up with them...” Jess looked down. Miss MacKenna considered Jess for a moment.

“See me at lunch young lady. We can discuss it than.” She turned back to you “you do have your reports on you, right?”

“I think so.” You bent over, suddenly self conscious about the class behind you looking at your butt, and opened you bag to find two large packets.

The first was a quarter inch 3 ring binder labeled ‘Concise Analysis of Metamorphic Possibilities for ~~ ~ aka Imada Hana’ the second was a four inch 3 ring binder labeled ‘Complete Analysis of Metamorphic Possibilities for ~~ ~~ aka Imada Hana’. You pulled them both out to put them on the your desk. You were very aware their attention had shifted from your behind to your binders.

“Holy...”

“My Goddess...”

“2 Camps?”

“Unreal”

You could feel the heat rushing to your face as you felt embarrassed by all the attention. Miss MacKenna for her part took one look at the size of the binders and said “perhaps the summary will do...” she seemed almost as embarrassed as you did.

“Right..” you sat down and opened the quarter inch binder, finding a table of contents that listed the summary near the back. Flipping to it, exceedingly aware of Jess’ interest. You could refuse, but than Jess would find another way to find out. Sighing, you began reading.

“Imada Hana, has a relatively low chance of complete metamorphosis given her awakening process. However as her metagenic processes are still in flux it can be effected by environmental factors.” You heard a guy not so quietly say ‘oh so that’s why the two camps!’ somewhere behind you.

“The Metamorphic end point suggests a mythological creature of the Asian continent, Exact country of origin is within margin of error, though genetic and social testing suggests a Japanese or Korean origin. As per the Miller-Todds-Frank assumption; transformation into a type-D Succubus is possible but definite indications are lacking.” A breathy, feminine voice behind and to the right muttered “yeah right.”

“I think we’re getting off track,” Miss MacKenna said, looking pointedly in the direction of the breathy voice. “So Hana. what’s your highest chance end point?”