Her name was Phoebe Alice, and she’d just been transferred to a new school without warning. As you might surmise, she had basically no idea why she was being transferred to this new school. Nonetheless, here she was. Miles and miles away from her friends and family, going to a place she’d never even heard of until she was suddenly loaded onto a boat and ferried to this strange island town. She’d been told that everything would be taken care of by the time she arrived, and that this place was going to be the best place for her for the time being, but this was all still happening too suddenly.
Besides the butterflies in her stomach she had from being so far away from home, alone with people she was only just meeting for the first time that day, Phoebe was a bit hung up on the name of her new school. “Futaba Inari’s School for Girls” seemed like a perfectly normal name at a glance, but there was something that felt wrong about it that she couldn’t properly articulate. Particularly, the name “Futaba Inari” stuck out to her. Something about it stuck out but she couldn’t put her finger on why. Hopefully she could find someone she could talk to about it, but she had doubts.
That was until she met Ricarda Johnson, her class representative and current tour guide. This girl wasn’t like any person she’d ever met before, and how could she have? Ricarda was two heads taller than Phoebe’s tiny five foot five height, and heavens was she more… developed to boot! Where Phoebe was rectangular and flat chested, Ricarda was an ostentatiously curvy hourglass. Breasts the size of Thanksgiving turkeys, buttocks like a pair of basketballs with matching honey ham thighs, a waist as trim as an expensively tailored suit. She was dressed in what Phoebe supposed was a skimpy approximation of a school uniform, with a shirt that bared her midriff and about a half-inch of the underside of her breasts, and a very short skirt that did nothing to cover her extremities and acted more like a frilly belt. Her face, aside from the bright pink lipstick and eyeshadow, was so normal that it seemed out of place on her absurdly sexy body! Even her fluffy golden locks that ended past her shoulders were more extravagant than her face!
Of course, what stole Phoebe’s attention from the rest of the stacked student’s body was an obscenely conspicuous bulge in the girl’s crotch. Tightly contained inside a pair of latex blue and white striped panties was what appeared to be a pair of grapefruits and a fat summer sausage. It was a bulge that was so large that it forced Ricarda’s stance to be rather bow-legged. One thought immediately penetrated her mind, and it took every ounce of self restraint she had to keep quiet the more that thought rested in there.
Ricarda cleared her throat. “Excuse me, are you the new girl?” she asked. Phoebe snapped back to her senses and stared right into Ricardo’s eyes.
“Gah! Who, me?” the new girl spluttered, “Uhh… I…” Her eyes darted from Ricarda’s face to her crotch and to her face again as she floundered for a response.
Ricarda chuckled. “Hey, my eyes are up here, sunshine,” she grinned, directing Phoebe’s attention, “Could I get your name?”
“Ph-ph-Phoebe,” the new girl stammered, “Phoebe Alice. I uh… transferred here from… the mainland?”
“Ooh, you are the new girl,” Ricarda smiled, “We’re glad you made it! My name is Ricarda Johnson. I’ll be showing you around and helping you get oriented here at Futaba Inari. I’ll answer any questions you have too, and I mean any questions. C’mon, I’ll take you to get your uniform fitted.” With a beckoning tilt of her head, Ricarda turned into the building. Phoebe scurried after and did her best to keep pace with the taller girl.
“S-so how long have you been attending this school?” Phoebe asked.
“About three years now,” Ricarda answered, “That’s when I got transferred and started learning here. Principal Inari-sensei will explain why you got transferred, so save that question for her.”
“I have been wondering that ever since I was told about it,” Phoebe nodded, “Why were you transferred? Can I ask that?”
“Err… I know I said I could answer any question,” Ricarda admitted, “but save that for after you meet with Inari-sensei.”
“Is this a Japanese school? You keep calling the principal sensei.”
“The school? Aside from the Japanese elective, no we’re not Japanese. The principal is, though, and she has us call her sensei out of respect. Do you have any questions about say… classes?”
“I… I mean,” Phoebe gulped, “I would assume you teach the normal reading writing and arithmatic, right?”
“You’re forgetting science and history and gym,” Ricarda added, “but you’re mostly correct. Besides those classes, we offer a robust sex ed course and offer a huge variety of electives from business and graphic design to bukkake and cunilingus. We also serve gourmet food three meals a day and offer plenty of extracurricular clubs and a small handful of sports. After we talk to the principal I’ll show you around student housing.”
“Bu… bu… bukkake?”
“If that’s what you’re into,” Ricarda grinned, “or… oh wait, you haven’t had your second puberty yet, huh?”
“M-my what?”
“Remember how I said I’d answer any question? Well what’s the rudest question you have stewing up in your head? Just… blurt it out.”
Phoebe took a deep breath, exhaled, stared squarely at Ricarda’s crotch bulge. “What the fuck is that thing?”
“That’s my penis,” the tall young woman declared sunnily, “I’m a hermaphrodite, or more precisely… I am a futanari!”