Dear reader, I am losing control of the story. I always lose him, but now it's too early. My conscience will not allow me to grovel until I fulfill all the promises given in the one-and-a-half parts, so the introduction will be here and it will be brief: Star of not the plan of the point tchk With names so no one helped tchk Have fun zpt if you can tchk Kiss zpt Rapunzel voskl

Even lying under warm streams of water, it was not possible to relax. A strange stranger in a dream, the rapid start of learning and penetration through the veil of words into the very essence did not give rest. Moreover, despite the tension of dreams and wild fucking, I slept well and felt awake, just morally exhausted. The curator turned out to be unspeakably right - the shower was the best solution for today. Anyway, I could not attend classes right now. And almost everyone was in the same condition. The only exceptions were two lads, suspiciously of the same appearance, slowly soaped at different ends of the bathroom, and another black-haired something, with perfectly even skin color, painted eyelashes, eyebrows painted, thick-eyed purple eyeshadows, narrow shoulders, neat hairless hips and a relief tummy. Something quickly soaped and began to wash. Thoughts in his head did not hurry, so I watched him.

After the shower, something took a pink tube from the shelves hung in abundance along the walls, emerged from under the elastic jets of water and, settling down against the wall, began to spread armpits, pubis and ass. Then she went to the center of the room and stopped waiting. Then I noticed that all the souls are busy, and some did not begin to wash. Although I did not have time to wash properly, I decided to give up my place. Having risen from the floor, I unsteadily moved toward the dressing room, on the way smiling at a sweet creature. It gently smiled in response to me and took my place in the shower.

I climbed into the locker room and sat down on a board shop, with my head on my knees. After some time, thoughts slowly began to come, but they rushed about in their heads, not allowing themselves to be discerned. Of course, I understood that I was not sent to a sanatorium or sent to a regular school, but I simply wasn’t ready for such a game: strange dreams, initiation rites, asexual something ... What's next? Human sacrifices, orgies? Suddenly, I realized that I was carrying, and the insides were shaking with a shiver. The usual signs of hysteria for me. We should calm down, because so far nothing improbable has happened. Taken from home? Not small already. Have you been tied up for a couple of days? Well, sadists, so what? Yes, a woman whose orders I cannot resist. Perhaps it could happen without magic. Pink bathroom not letting me out? Well, anyone who studies entertainment physics, it is clear that Cho is just a non-Newtonian fluid. The dream, although it was particularly believable, did not exceed the degree of delirium of my usual dreams. Asexual boys ...

I looked up. In the locker room we were six. Two unremarkable boys sat together on a bench not far from me. The curator had already managed to get dressed and stood, leaning against the wall, reading a book. Another boy was already wearing a white robe like he was wearing a curator.Plus out of the shower asexual something that was wiped with a towel. I decided to look more closely at what I did not dare to determine its sex. Among us were boys of all stages of femininity, but all of them, like the ability to have a male component between the legs, was undeniable. This creature is ... it was relative. Pubis smoothly into something, more like a clitoris, but not hidden between the genital lips. It was a pleasant peach color, only slightly more saturated than the skin surrounding it. Below are the testicles, naslku pulled into the body, that they amounted to a puffy genital sponge formation. The skin on them was smooth and tender, without folds and of the same peach color, which made it very difficult to think of them as testicles. We were fastened on all the belts of fidelity, and on it there was a thin ring that sat tightly on the basis of its ... member? Clitoris? I became thoughtful.

- Why are you looking at me like that? - Honey voice asked creature.

I looked up for a second, caught his eye and immediately lowered my head.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to.” Just wondered - I babbled.

It easily laughed with a ringing laugh, but my heart didn’t jump out of my chest. Eyes! So the first time I did not seem. When I gave him a place in my soul, contempt and hostility flashed in my eyes. Now, in my eyes, I read that now he would beat me with satisfaction and throw me in the mud in front of everyone. My doubts melted instantly - it was a boy, a teenager, from those that first squeeze frogs and kick puppies, and then they drink beer in the doorways, beating adults and squeezing money from children. Hysterical covered me with my head. I would burst into tears if I hadn’t done this too often lately. It became scary and insulting, strongly wanted to go home.

Having stayed some I came to my senses. “So,” I said to myself, “I am 18. I managed to work at a construction site, I wandered around the brooks, I was in trouble. What can make me so mad? Such as he had already met more than once. In my company, this was also the same, he is still a scumbag, but you can also deal with them. Was it just a suggestion that magic is real, could cause such a rift in me? Or it is connected with a sudden change of scenery. I did not live separately from my mother ... ". The memories of my mother made me shudder. Not that we were especially close, but still almost every evening we sat in the hall, I was at the laptop, she was at her own business, or at the reports, or something else, but always together. She tried to spend as much time as possible in my society, it helped her not to miss her father. The fact that the mother turned out to be futanari seemed more significant than the fact that the futanari existed in principle, that they had their own organization, witchcraft and a school for boys. Probably it hurt me. I suddenly realized that I felt betrayed and abandoned. I guess I'm too attached to my mother for an eighteen year old.

I looked around again. Besides me and the indifferent curator in the locker room there was no one. I got up and went into the shower room where all the rest gathered. And left ... well, everything, I guess. I never counted us as we walked along the corridors. Mood count now, too, was not.

Slowly everyone started to come to their senses. Several people were washed away with might and main, the rest were sitting under a warm shower, singly or in pairs. Until the free space appeared, I decided to examine the contents of the shelf nearest to me. In addition to the obvious soap and shampoo, which was written only “FOR THE HEAD. WASH ", on the shelf were still tubes of blue, pink and green colors and jars of white, blue and brown. On the next shelf the set was about the same, only the colors were different. The first I took a pink tube, which was used by the creature. The inscription on it read "DEPILATOR OF THE MALE." I remembered his originally perfectly-smooth armpits and wondered why he should? Then he took the blue tube and read: "BOYS DEPILATOR".The difference was palpable right away - despite the fact that both smelled sweet, it was impossible to confuse such smells. It immediately became interesting to me: pink - for women, blue - for men, green - ...? Is there really special cosmetics for any intermediate stages between male and female. Why then not, well, let's say purple? I took the excitement - I wanted to guess who could be suitable green. I took the tube and, without reading the inscription, unscrewed the lid and sniffed. It is also a sweet smell, but the mint notes are very clear in this. The smell was painfully familiar and, as in many other cases, the answer matured immediately, but did not reach the conscious part. Breaking my head for about five minutes I did not ...