College in Futadom Society

About twenty years ago, the emergence of the third gender caused quite a stir. I remember from my history textbooks that a latent gene in a large portion of the female population reacted to some asymptomatic virus that washed over the country, causing 80% of women to lose their uterus and vagina, growing a penis and testicles while retaining their breasts and feminine shape. Not only that, they seemed to carry new mutations; with their sperm being incredibly potent, increased strength and size, greater intelligence, and physical or sexual aggression increases being common. This new gender, the futanari, or simply futa, is still being investigated by top scientists, but since their emergence they have become a massive cultural ****. Entire cities were being transformed into ideal micro societies, run entirely by futa citizens.

I was born outside one of these cities, but when I was about 13, my mom decided she would move to one for a better life for me and my sister. My mom raised us by herself. I never knew my father, or if I even had one. I tend to see fewer men in general these days, now that I think about it. She is young to be a mother with an 18 year old and a 19 year old, my sister and I, respectively. It didn't surprise me with how she decided we should move here, with how poor we were when I was little. Now we're better off here and she's happier than ever, especially since I got accepted into the first college in a futa city. I remember when we found out.

We were sitting around the kitchen table having breakfast when my neighbor Sarah burst in the door. Sarah is my childhood crush, only a year older than me and already in FutaU, with beautiful straight blonde hair tied back in her signature ponytail. I couldn't avoid looking at her C cups bouncing around in her pink crop top as she bounded in.

"Oh my god, check it out! I must have gotten your mail by mistake because look at the letter I got this morning! Sam, it's from futaU! It's probably your acceptance letter!"

My mom brushed her short brown hair out of her face, revealing her pale green eyes as they lit up with excitement. With boobs on my brain I couldn't help but notice as my mom's huge G cups heaved as she lifted out of her chair to come look at the letter. My sister Jenna came stumbling down the stairs, her pajamas sagging just enough to show most of her perky D cups and the top of her bubbly ass, as she rubbed her eyes.

"What's with all the noise, I just woke up..."

"Your brother got a letter from the university, dear." Said my mom.

I suddenly felt nervous. It could be a rejection letter. My grades were never all that good in high school. I felt I was pretty clever for a kid, but ever since we moved to the futa city, I found school to get a little harder every year. I told my mom that our health teacher told us all boys should drink lots of milk to keep our brains and bodies healthy, so ever since then she made sure I ate milk and cereal from ethically sourced Futa-brand farms. It seemed to help a bit, but I never seemed to grow to the size some of the other guys in my class. In fact, I'd say a good 8/10 guys in my school were like me - around 5'4 and skinny but for, well, my butt. The others were like the ones we saw in the old text books, tall and toned, like most of the futas in school. It was always embarrassing when we had to share the changeroom in gym class, those jocks with their swinging cocks walking around the room, picking on me and the others for our 3 or 2 inch dicks. It isn't my fault, it was always cold in those rooms, it gets bigger!

"Oh good, maybe he can finally do something other than jerking off in his room." Said Jenna, brushing her unkempt auburn hair off her plate as she grabbed for her toast.

"I do not!" I shouted, standing to join Sarah and my mom by the door, blushing madly as I catch a grin on both of their faces.

Sarah passed the envelope to me, grabbing my other hand with her pink colored nails in a reassuring grip. I nodded towards her and she let go, letting my sweating hands open the seal. Inside was a pale pink letter. Dear Sam... we were pleased to see your application... futaU is an esteemed institution... blah, blah... hereby accepted to our undergraduate diploma for general studies at futaU...

"I got in... I got in!"

My mom squealed and leapt onto me, her giant tits nearly swallowing my head whole as she hugged me.

"Oh my god that's amazing! I knew you would get in, males -- I mean men tend to get in even if its just the general studies program. I'm sure you'll fit right in." Said Sarah, her voice muffled as I struggled to breathe in between my mom's deadly knockers.

When I finally pulled free from my mom's grip, Sarah gave me a hug too, making me stand rigid. I was never good at getting hugs from girls. It always gave me a hard on, just like right now. I could feel myself poking her through my sweat pants and I might have died from embarrassment right there had she not let go just as quickly. Hopefully she didn't notice. After all this time getting picked on by the bigger guys and the futas, getting shot down by the girls, doing bad in school... Maybe this is finally my time to reinvent myself.

"I gotta dash, I don't want to be late for my last shift of the summer before the semester starts, but I'll see you next week at Acceptance day!" Sarah was backing towards the door, preparing to run back to her parent's place next door.

"Wait, what's Acceptance day?" I asked.

"Oh, did you not finish reading the letter? All FutaU students are required to live on campus. Acceptance day is a week before classes start, where new students have their info taken, are given tours, move in, all that stuff. After that it's Fresh Week where students are onboarded, choose clubs, start classes, yada yada. Listen I really gotta dash, but congratulations again!" Sarah really did run out the door this time, letting it close on it's own behind her.

I stare at her tight butt through the window as she jogs back home, fantasizing about the future. A whole year, living on campus with Sarah... This just keeps getting better. Seems my life is about to really begin, this time.