Genderfluid: Human: Chem/Tech: Some of Everything

It all started with a scholarship.

After failing to get into any of your first or second-choice colleges, you didn't really have a preference for the third-string. Given the choice between your State College and the mysterious MCU, the latter offering a scholarship was the tipping point. So you packed your bags, kissed your mother goodbye (on the cheek, pervs!) and with two suitcases boarded a bus to an address that turned out to have an interdimensional portal. Not that this was obvious to you until you found yourself on a sunny concourse with the strangest classmates of your life.

There were five identical, and identically dressed blonde women, talking to another blonde in a brief purple top, matching skirt and mesh. A huge and buff and extremely male centaur, a woman dressed like a harem dancer walking with a catboy, a ghost and some kind of... rock? Just sitting there with a carved face. A striking Black woman in a red gown, what looked like an angel with wings and hair of fire, and more.

Honestly, you would have looked more but your attention was arrested when the most beautiful woman in the entire universe appeared on the stage.

"I am the Goddess of Mind Control, Mesmerra. I am ever present whenever a mind controller takes away the will of their soon-to-be ****. I bring the mystic power to bend the will of others through various different means, and by the end of the year, you shall have proficiency in one of these schools of control." It sounded quite impossible, but you somehow you couldn't bring yourself to doubt the vision of beauty before you. She's the real deal, and this means the school is too.

"I would like to welcome you to Mind Control University. During your stay here, you shall have access to our many facilities. Each of which, will aid you to grow in becoming a great mind controller. To start, there are the dorms, where each room can house two students, so after orientation, you may pick up a key from the key rack when it appears. Secondly are the class rooms that all teach their specific course. We also have a library, fitness center, pool, infirmary, and counselor's office. Some things I should address first. There is a town outside, composed of segments from all your worlds, allowing you to get supplies for your assignments. During your stay at M.C.U., there will be several magical fields at work for your convenience. One field allows for translation magic so you may all understand each other, and an anti-**** ward should something go awry during your stay." Mesmerra then grows an wicked grin.

"Of course, I must address one important detail. There are other ways to graduate at the end of the year than just completing the class courses. Since we believe that competition breeds success, all students are encouraged to control their fellow students to their will. However, you must be subtle about your attempts. If you are to successfully control a student, you are to report your new **** to me for inspection. Should another student sees a mind control attempt, they are to report it to my office. Any failed mind control attempts shall be punished properly. What we teach here is that you must be cunning as well as powerful." Several people in the crowd gasped. You felt a little woozy as the implications set in.

"Oh which reminds me, do not try to mind control the teachers or staff. They are employed here for they are highly skilled at mind control, and when they catch you for failing to control them, they will mind control you and are allowed to keep you as their ****. Are there any questions before we wrap things up?"

Several people had several questions, probably good and relevant ones, but you didn't hear them. Suddenly, every person here looked sinister. Everyone here had the ability to control minds, except for you. The only things in your world that could do that were a Compliant, which you hadn't the vaguest idea how to brew, or a command collar - and yes, you had one in your suitcase but only so you could program yourself to work out or cut desserts. Okay, so you maybe technically fulfilled the qualifications of being a mind-controller by having a single device that could, in fact, control minds. Assuming you could trick (ha!) or **** (double ha!) somebody to put on the bulky obviously technological device. Oh, and some offbrand sex-swapping pills you'd taken to college for fun times.

In short, you were pretty much screwed unless you got real lucky and learned real fast.

Q&A time seemed to be winding down, and people started haggling over keys and living arrangements. Unable to trust anyone there, unwilling to risk talking to people, you decided to cut the Gordian Knot and let fate decide. Resolutely, you took a key from a peg and walked off. Hopefully anyone planning to get access via your room would be put off by your confidence. Maybe?

You got a little lost figuring out the way to your new room, in halls that seemed designed to be confusingly maze-like. When you did open the door, you found a luxurious penthouse (or what you imagine one must be like) with more space than both sides of the duplex you grew up in.

There were, however, two bed on a sort of half-second story, about a dozen feet apart. One one of them was a Goth girl, or at least femme-presenting, with a lacy veil, bold multicolored hair, engrossed in a book and rubbing her feet in long, striped socks.

You put your things at the foot of your bed and tried to focus on finding drawers for all your stuff. But the noise and motion of her feet kept drawing your eye. Up and down. Up and down. Finally she spoke.

"You're finished?"

You glanced down and saw your clothes were indeed all stowed away.

"Yeah."

"Heck of a day." Her toes were wriggling, still her feet slip over each other. Up and down. The bold stripes blurring together.

"Yeah." You grunted.

"You are hypnotized by my feet."

It was a statement, not a question, but somehow demanded an answer.