She tries to go to class, but is distracted

At the very moment the siblings walked through the door, the bell rang. Pat groaned and started off. Alex started to follow him, but then realized her homeroom was in the other direction. She tried to turn herself around, but instead found herself staring at Pat's ass as he strode down the corridor. She'd never realized what a great behind her brother had. Suddenly she wondered what it feel like to get her hands on that ass, to grab hold of it while kissing him, opening her legs for his cock...

Good god, she really was a pervert, lusting after her brother after seeing him naked just once. Fortunately, **** was A-OK in this reality. She'd just have to make him realize that, and began plotting how. She knew from experience she wouldn't be able to focus on anything but seducing Pat for awhile. Which was a problem, since she was SUPPOSED to be settling in and making new friends.

She recalled being told that if she had any problems whatsoever adjusting to this new setting, she should talk to the school's guidance counselor. She hadn't expected to need to do so anytime soon, but needs must...

Fortunately, the school was equipped with many helpful directional signs, and she had little difficulty finding the guidance counselor's office. A sign was taped to the door saying that Dr. Chen (so that was the counselor's name) would be a little late, so anyone who needed to talk should come in and wait. She did so, and looked around. It was pretty standard for a High School guidance counselor. There wasn't much furniture, just a file cabinet, some bookshelves, and a desk with a comfy looking chair on either side.

She sat in the one in front of the desk, and took in the décor, which again, was fairly generic, consisting of a potted plant and some posters. A few of 'em had cheesy "inspirational" slogans beneath pictures of kittens or landscapes, another reminded seniors to sign up for the SATs, The only one of actual interest featured a bunch of purportedly humorous quotations about therapists. She read them, chuckled at the ones that were actually funny, and noted that some of them were attributed to people with feminine versions of names she recognized. It made sense; given what she'd heard about how there were more women than men in this reality, it was to be expected that some famous men had instead been famous women.

Having finished examining the posters, she turned her attention to the desk itself. There was a computer, the usual office supplies, a coffee mug, a stress ball, and a generic paperweight. More interesting was the bottle of lube, the fuzzy handcuffs, and a vibrator; she wondered if they were for Dr. Chen's personal use, or if they were for students. There were also two framed photographs, one of an adorable little girl, presumably Dr. Chen's daughter, tightly clutching an enormous teddy bear; it would've been a perfectly ordinary picture if the stuffed animal didn't have what was clearly meant to be an erection rising from between it's stubby legs. The other photo, however, was definitely not the kind of thing you'd seen on public display in her native reality. It depicted a naked Asian woman smiling at the camera while being fucked doggystyle by an equally smiling and equally naked Asian man.

Alex wondered if the photo was of Dr. Chen and his wife, or of Dr. Chen and her husband; no one had ever actually told her the guidance counselor's gender. Thinking about it, the pic was clearly not taken by a professional, so perhaps Dr. Chen was behind the camera and the rutting couple were his/her wife AND husband, since polygamy was perfectly OK over here.

Alex heard the door opening, and turned around to face it.

"Hi, there, I'm Dr. Chen," the newcomer said.