Exactly the last person she'd want to meet.

All things considered Isabel thought her first day wasn't going as badly as it could have. Sure her cock was still throbbing with incessant need, but no one was even glancing at it. True to her word Emma was using her powers to make sure no one thought twice about the girl with a penis tenting her skirt. A few people had even gotten close enough for it to brush up against them and hadn't said a thing.

“Our specialty is in helping young mutants adjust to their powers of course, but don't think your loosing out on academics. We're one of the top rated private schools in the country! Or, well, we would be if we were more public.”

The massive blue man had approached Isabel when he'd caught her staring at him. Built like a gorilla, with the fur to match, she'd worried she'd offended him and had kept a nervous silence. Perhaps used to such reactions he'd given her a friendly, if fanged, smile and introduced himself as Dr. McCoy.

“There's no rush, but you might consider our... hum...” Dr. McCoy fidgeted in place, hooking his collar with one clawed finger in an effort to cool himself. “...our after-school activities. We've a wide variety of options to choose from. Equestrian, computers, martial arts...”

As he continued Isabel noticed his discomfort getting worse. He tugged awkwardly at the fabric of his tweed pants, trying to subtly make room for the inhumanly large bulge that was forming. On a nearby couch she saw a woman with curly brown hair and a big, well muscled fellow draw closer together. People were loosening buttons, letting down their hair, and finding things to cover their laps.

“ThankyousomuchbutI'vereallygottogogoodbye!” Turning stiffly Isabel headed back out the way she'd come and into the hall. Leaving a confused and somewhat hurt looking Dr. McCoy behind she made her way down the long wooden corridor, her feet click clacking all the way.

Darting into the first open door available she found herself in a mostly empty classroom. Rows of counter tops with sinks and Bunsen burners marked it as a science lab. Warm evening light flooded in from tall windows along one wall, making the space feel welcoming. A pretty red-head was standing in front of an old fashioned blackboard, tucking a few folders away into a nice leather satchel.

“Hello there,” She looked up with a welcoming smile, “You must be Isabel. I'm Professor Grey, one of the teachers here. Ms. Frost said you'd be...” Her voice trailed off and eyes went wide as her gaze found Isabel's erection. “Whuh... I...” Jean shook her head as if to make sure of what she was seeing. “Cover yourself this instant young, uh, lady!”

Isabel flinched and went stiff. Eyes downcast she tried to tug on the hem of her skirt to hide herself. It only made the outline of her cock more clear, and the tip peaked out to point right at Professor Grey. Worse, she could already feel the fabric start to irritate her skin.

“I can't! I'm sorry! It's just... part of how my mutation works. Ms. Frost said she'd hide it for me.”

“I see...” Jean furrowed her brow, struggling to keep up with the situation but concerned for the girl's obvious distress. Emma had mentioned something about the new girl having pheromones and a minor physical mutation, but nothing like this. A psychic scan revealed the perception filter the other telepath was generating to hide the girl, but if Emma thought that would work for long than clearly she wasn't thinking straight. She'd have to have a talk with her, but first what to do with Isabel...