As soon as you follow the headmistress out of the office area, you find yourself staring open-mouthed - or open muzzled. There are strange creatures all around - goat-like satyrs, powerful-looking centaurs, pale green wood nymphs, elves, and of course, other minotaurs. Several of the minotaurs wave at you, and a copper-haired satyr with matching fur on his goat's hindquarters comes over to greet you. You flush and try to look away when you realize he is not only naked, but sporting an impressive erection. Then you realize that only a few of the other creatures wear clothing.
"Hi there!" The satyr grins up at you. "Welcome to the academy!" He offers his hand. He looks like a 12 year-old boy in size and face, though he is obviously quite mature. "I'm Ricky."
You take his hand and shake it carefully, not sure how strong you are as a minotaur. "Uh, hello! I'm Jeff. Nice to meet you."
Ricky grins and says "I can tell."
You are puzzled at first, then realize with horror that you are coming erect, your bull's cock pushing out and raising the tattered flap of your jeans. "Oh!" You drop your hands to try covering the erection, feeling your face burn under the fur. "Sorry. I.. uh..." You don't know what to say since the satyr has an erection as well.
Ricky laughs. "A human, right?" He is looking at the headmistress.
She nods. "Parent's obviously did not check into the school. I should have turned down the application, but the board has decided we need to expand. Time to get more of us out there."
The satyr looks even more interested. "That means he's open ended! Gonna make a really good roomie for someone."
You start to forget your embarrassment, curious. "Open-ended?"
The Headmistress nods. "Born creatures are mostly limited to their real form and variations. For example, Ricky here can be human, satyr, or full goat. A born minotaur can be a human, minotaur, or full bovine. But since you are a transformed human, you can be changed into almost anything, though your base form will always be minotaur from now on."
You stare at her, then at Ricky, overwhelmed by the possibilities. "I can be anything? Like a satyr, or a merman, or Sasquatch?"
She smiles broadly. "I am so glad that I decided to allow you in! Yes, to all of that! Or an abominable snowman, an elf, a centaur, a unicorn - pretty much any magical creature you can think of!"
You jump, startled by small fingers sliding under what feels like a huge ballsack. Ricky has his hand between your legs, and hefts your testicles while he looks up at you. Flustered, you stare but make no move to stop him.
The headmistress nods in approval. "Excellent! I can see you are probably shocked, but also very accepting. Life here is very different that what you are used to. We have no taboos, no restrictions. Humans created all of those silly rules and morals. No one is allowed to intentionally hurt anyone else, of course, but you are likely to be groped, petted, and propositioned by any of the students here. Clothing is optional and rarely worn, and sexual activity is allowed everywhere except during class. If you spend much time in a female form, it is very likely that you will end up pregnant. Something we encourage, by the way, as it also helps increase out numbers."
That makes you think. "But if I give birth, that means I have to raise the child!"
"If you want to." The headmistress smiles. "But this is really one huge extended family. You would have to carry and birth the offspring. but raising it can be left to the overall campus. And if you want to just experience the sex, you can be made infertile until you leave or choose to try getting pregnant."
Ricky fumbles with your belt, and your shredded jeans fall to the ground and leave you naked. Oddly, you are not bothered by that, or even by the erection which is now obvious. The mottled pink shaft is at least two feet long and slick.
Ricky looks at the headmistress. "If he needs a roommate, I have a large spare in my room."
The headmistress raises an eyebrow. "That's because the Sphinx who was assigned to room with you was somehow convinced to spend a year in Africa as a full lioness. It will be more than a year before she is done with her cubs."
The satyr grins. "Assuming her mate doesn't knock her up again."
"Very well." The headmistress looks thoughtful. "I think Jeff would appreciate the variety you are likely to offer him." She smiles at you. "Just don't let him talk you into becoming a dairy cow for a month. You are likely to get stuck as a brood cow for years. And that would be hard to explain to your parents."
She leaves you in Ricky's capable hands in more ways than one. The satyr takes your rigid shaft with one hand and uses it as a rudder to steer you towards a large building. "Let's go to the room first."