Acceptance Day

This morning was a blur. I woke up bright and early to my mother shaking me, saying we had to get going. I didn't even have time to eat my morning cereal, leaving my mouth oddly dry, as if I skipped something truly important instead of simply skipping breakfast. I had all the things I thought I might need packed in a suitcase; some changes of clothes, my gaming console, toothbrush and toothpaste - all the essentials. I figured I could I always bus home on a weekend and grab whatever else I might need. School supplies were guaranteed to be given on campus, or so said the university website. Pages and pages of gorgeous smiling women, and the occasional butch dude in the background, advertising the benefits of coming to the world's first Futa founded University. Not a whole lot of information on the curriculum though. All it says is that their skilled advisors and teachers will create a schedule perfected to suit your needs, whatever that means. After that, it was the long drive to campus, a beautiful landscape of grass hills and interlaced walkways, all set between several buildings of elegant red brick and wall grown vines, like some sort of picturesque image of a college. The only difference was that many people seemed to be arriving via bus or car, and walking into one of the many auxiliary buildings of the campus with their belongings. My mom practically yanked me from the car, shoving my suitcase into my hands and enveloping me in another titty hug. I was expecting another excited squeal and maybe some goodbye tears, but instead, she calmly held me there, patting my head. I looked up at her, being a good few inches shorter, a little confused. Her face was not what I was expecting. She was smiling this wide grin, eyes half closed as if she was remembering something lewd quite fondly.

"This school is just what you need, hun. Once you're done here, you can finally be your true self. Just like what happened to me when we first moved here. I know you'll love it."

A little aroused and more than a little flustered, I pulled away from her and waved goodbye.

"Don't worry about me, mom. I can always visit some time."

She just stood there, smiling that strange smile and waving back as I walked off.

As I got further onto campus, I joined in the scattered masses of other individuals looking for where to go. A tall woman with ginger hair tied in a tight knot and a tight blue office suit stood in one of the thorofares, quickly talking and then directing people to one building or another. As I approached for some help, I noticed a faint bulge pressing against the front of her skirt and felt butterflies in my stomach. I'd never had any crushes on a futa, I liked Sarah. But that didn't stop me from getting a bit aroused whenever they showed off, as they were want to do. I even started to look at futa porn on my computer when the regular stuff didn't do it for me. I seemed to be doing that more and more lately, but hey, it's probably just the strangeness that excites me. I mean, a woman... with a cock? That's so...

"Need some help boy?"

I jump as I find I was zoning out, totally staring at this futa's bulge.

"Oh! Uh... yeah, where is everyone going?"

"Intake. Give me your name and registration, and I can direct you to your designated building. From there, follow the signs and join the line."

The woman's tone was friendly but a bit blunt, as if she was reciting a line she's been saying for hours. Although there is a look in here eyes that makes me shiver. Did she notice me staring?

"Sam Doe, KKP-142."

"Sam Doe... Okay, I see you here, go to the West Hall. Welcome to FutaU!" She says as she taps away at a tablet in her hands.

I nod and walk off, dragging my suitcase behind me. As I make my way to my destination, I notice many of the other students had the same idea as me. Very few of them have more than one bag on them, some of which don't have any luggage at all. Strangely, I found most of those were women, though how many of those were futa, I couldn't tell. Lots of futa can look just like a woman except a bit taller or more fit. The ones you really notice are the women that stand over 6'4 or have well toned muscle, or the obvious bulge in their pants. Sometimes I feel like I can even smell them when they're around, but maybe that's just my imagination.

I join the line, as it extends all the way to the front doors of the West Hall and snakes it's way through the building, through different rooms and past several temporary signs that stand along side the waiting students. A pile of bags sits next to the start of the line with a sign saying place luggage here. I drop my suitcase into the pile, they must have us return for it later. I begin to worry this will be a long morning of waiting in lines, but I find myself moving along rather quickly. They seem to have several different rooms set up to take multiple students at a time to do one test or another. The first is a basic questionnaire. The next is a height and weight measurement. Blood pressure, fine. When I see the sign for blood draws being next I get a little nervous, but at this point I'm willing to sell my left foot to get into this school, what with it being my only shot at a future here. That and Sarah...

After that, I follow the line into a narrow hallway. Seems this might be the slowest part of the morning, as they're only taking one person at a time into the... Measurement station? I thought they already had my measurements from earlier. Oh well.