There wasn’t a cock to be seen, nor would there ever be outside of a museum thanks to a few plagues and resulting advances in reproductive technology in this world’s past.
Lina saw that the nuns, rather than being marked by clothing they wore, were now distinguishable by their thick bushes, cross nipple piercings, and thigh high black leather boots.
The students at the Catholic school were not much differently “dressed”. Any piercings or jewelry they had besides simple crucifix necklaces were not allowed on school grounds, and untrimmed pubic hair was mandatory as well along with their white socks and Mary Janes.
Contrary to the church of Lina’s old world, lesbianism was celebrated and she spotted a few couples by how they were holding hands or sneaking kisses when the nuns weren’t looking.
This was all absolutely amazing, but Lina’s favorite little detail was how everyone glistened between her legs. With their honey either caught in pearly beads in their bush or smeared across their bare slits and down their thighs, everyone was always just a little bit aroused all the time. Lina included, her pussy now softly ached and slowly wept thick tears of lust and would do so until the day she died. Orgasms too were now more wet and messy, leaving everyone involved shiny and slick and smelling like an orgy.
As a result of this, furniture in this world was largely made of easily cleaned plastic or metal now.
It showed in the faces and actions of the schoolgirls too in a way no man could have ever truly seen. Behind their laughs and smiles was a slight tension, an urge to pick up the nearest girl and lick and be licked until you were both creamy, slimy puddles of happiness. Who among them hadn’t yet had their treasured hymens split open in a sports accident or fit of forbidden masturbation also thought they could feel it ache and beg them to bloody the sheets of a cute girl’s bed with the thrust of a dildo or fingers already.
Lina sighed softly to herself. This world truly was good now, but it was going to be better.