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Cole, Justin, and Phillip walked through the bustling cafeteria and sat down in their usual spot. “So,” Cole started as Justin and Phllip dig into their food, “you guys hear that that the new transfer student is trans?”

“Yeah?” Justin answered, his mouth still full of unchewed food. “She's in my calculus class actually. Why do you bring that up?”

“Well… I just think it's neat and all that. It's not everyday you get to meet someone like that.” Cole spun his fork around in his mashed potatoes, too enamored with the conversation he had started up to begin eating.

“Right…” Phillip joined in. “It feels weird talking about her like this though. Like, she's just another student of many here.”

Justin pointed a fork full of salad at Philip l. “I agree with Phillip. She's just like any of us, let's not be weird about it.”

“Yeah. You're right.” Cole muttered, still twirling his fork on his otherwise untouched mashed potatoes. Phillip and Justin moved onto another topic, chatting about certain professors and talking about the latest update to a game they all played but Cole wasn't listening. “Do you think she’s… you know… still got it?” Cole blurted out, interrupting his friends' casual conversation as he gestured to his crotch.

“Cole… What the fuck are you talking about?” Justin asked, clearly annoyed at Cole's antics.

“Look, all I’m asking is if she still has it. They're like real life futanaris if you really think about it!” Silence. Justin and Phillip simply stared at their friend, dumbfounded and disgusted by the words that just came out of his mouth.

Phillip finally broke the silence. “Dude… That's disgusting.”

“Yeah,” Justin backed Phillip up, “not to include that is super inappropriate to say about her. Like, bro, just treat her like a person. Not like one of your weird Japanese porn comics you read.”

“Whatever!” Cole snapped back at his friends. “I bet she has the same lunch period as us so,” he stood up from the table, “I’ll go ask her myself.”

“Cole! Sit back down!” Justin shouted at his friend who ignored him and continued to walk away. “I swear to god I-” Justin stood up to follow him but Phillip stopped him.

“I got this.” Phillip pulled out his phone and tapped away at it.

Justin sighed. “Okay man.” He sat back down and scooped up a bite of food on his fork. “You think you know a guy…”

---------------------------------------------------

“Now where is she…” Cole muttered to himself as he stood in the center of the cafeteria and scanned each and every table. “I don't see her… Ooh! Wait!” Walking out of the cafeteria, talking to some of her newly made friends was who he was looking for. She was a bit taller than the other girls she was walking with and the trans pride flag pin on her black backpack made it easy to spot her out. “Wait up! I have a-” One second Cole was running up to the girl, shouting for her to wait up, and the next second he found himself swaying back and forth staring at the concrete floor. “-question! … What the?!” He couldn't move his body yet what felt like his arms and legs wrapped uncomfortably behind his body and felt like he was giving a tight, full body hug against someone else's skin. To both sides of his vision he could see two thick cylinders on soft, plush skin alternate in the same pattern he was forced to swish and sway. Occasionally he could make out a pleated dark blue fabric brushing along the very edges of his field of view. But weirdest of all, he felt a pressure behind his back of two spherical objects and a long log shaped object radiating the kind of warmth someone's genitals would.

He could hear a group of girls talking behind him, with the closest of the girls having a barely noticeable deeper voice than the rest. “Wait a minute… Am I?” All of a sudden it all clicked. The massive pillars of soft flesh were someone's thighs, the dark blue fabric was the girls school uniform’s skirt, and the warm bulge pressing into his back had to be- “So she does still have it! God, that's so hot!” He sat in silence, the conversation the girls were having merely background noise to him. “… So now what?”