Your first class.

10:35. You sigh. I swear it was 10:32 like an hour ago.

Your mind drifts further and further away as your professor continues to drone on... something about Sartre's ideas of existence and all that. Sure, you'd signed up for Philosophy 101 for what you had correctly guessed would be an easy Humanities credit, but that didn't stop you from hating being there after only halfway through the first class of the year. All you've managed to learn thus far is that the professor seems like a complete Kant.

Bored, you reach into your pocket and pull out your ring, turning it over in your fingers. Even just thinking about the ring brings yesterday's events flooding into your mind. You remember Andy's fingers inside of you, the way it felt when he brought you to climax, the way his cock had felt on your tongue... Interestingly, the memory of sucking a dick as a girl still aroused you, but the thought of doing it again in your male form did nothing for you. Still, all of these memories coming to the front of your mind are making your dick twitch, and your mind fill with ideas.

_I'm already not paying attention, I might as well leave... Then maybe I could go to my next class as a girl, and finger myself whenever I feel bored. _Your thoughts surprise and excite you, and you wait out your boner for a few minutes before collecting all your things and leaving as inconspicuously as you can.

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