<strong>Name:</strong>Alexandria Ataraxia<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Futanari Studies classroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Fuck! Her first day at school and she was late! The young woman with the platinum-blonde hair had awoken at her usual time (whenever she felt like it) forgetting that today was the start of school. She had mixed feelings about school to be honest. None of the ones she'd ever attended had been...welcoming. She remembered the teasing. Being labeled a freak because of the cock between her legs. Being beaten on. Oh, she'd learned to give as good as she got. The number of black eyes, busted lips, and broken bones she left spoke for itself. But school had never meant anything good for her.<br/><br/>And this was the school run by her...mother? She was still trying to work that out. After she'd gotten busted the last time the authorities had sent her to this school and the principal here was apparently her long-lost mother. The green-eyed girl didn't know what to think of that. But she figured she'd probably get in trouble if she acted out so she'd agreed to try and rein in her "antisocial" behavior. It didn't hurt that she'd been placed in Nymph Dorm. Apparently it was for the freaky chicks. Which was fine, since it meant people wouldn't judge her for cumming a lot. That had always been a problem when she was on her own. Her need to cum, and trying to hide her erections. Maybe this dorm wouldn't be so bad?<br/><br/>She'd heard a scream from down the hall earlier, but figured she shouldn't pry. Instead she'd shoved herself into the uniform, her morning wood poking up prominently, then rushed off to class. Apparently her mom had decided that she needed to understand what she was and not be ashamed of it so Futanari Studies was her first stop. She arrived as the naked woman at the front started talking about releasing her inner slut and getting in touch with her fetishes and desires. What the hell?!<br/><br/>And there were girls there openly masturbating! Including one whose facial features so strongly reminded her of looking in a mirror she stunned. She stared in shock, her morning wood poking up through her uniform skirt and throbbing painfully. She felt a blush of color on her cheeks as she tried to find a seat. "Um...did I hear right? Release our inner slut? What kind of class is this?" She took a seat, staring around at all the pretty girls and the pretty teacher and trying not to unleash her cock.