Academy Life
I hated my parents for what they did to me for a long time. Making me dress up in skirts, dresses, and other girls outfits while I was in the house, for a long time. Especially when they sent me to an all girls' school at the age of 14. They always guilt tripped me into wearing the clothes by saying that I could do this to make up for being an abomination. I don't get why they called me that though, I mean after all it was my mothers fault for sleeping with Todd, our feline neighbors son. Of course, I guess I can understand why she did; I mean he is a hunk even though he's more then twice my age. Heh, I'm getting off track here. Well as I said my parents sent me to an all girl's boarding school, Madame Fardella's Academy For Gifted Young Ladies, which I hated more then anything. That is...until I met coach Akhido.
My first day was horrible to put it simply. Though my parents had managed to 'bribe' the head mistress into giving me my own room it still was hard to get to class on time. Simply because I had to put on a bra that made it look like I had breast, with fur to match my own for when I needed to show 'cleavage', along with a tank top, a pair of panties with the schools emblem on them, a black stockings which clipped onto the panties which held them up, a black skirt, black dress boots that came up to the knee, a dress shirt, a sweater vest, and finally a black coat that had the schools emblem on the back. You try doing that all on your own in less then an hour especially when you haven't done half of that before. Then going to class was torture; my teacher stood there in the middle of class and chewed me out when I walked in only five minutes late.
"I don't care young lady! You are expected to be to class on time no matter what. Unless you don't care, and if that's the case then you can just turn yourself around and go home! Otherwise come to class on time next time or end up scrubbing out the basement rooms for the next three weeks." Ms. Fairchild, that old ugly vulture shouted out at me. 'Go on, take your seat' she snapped at me with a click of her beak, nodding towards the only empty seat in the back of the classroom.
With a broken resolve I walked to the back of the class, worried at how the rest of my day would go when already one of my teachers hated me. I thought to myself as I sat there, that it could be worse; I mean someone could find out my secret, which actually would only bother my parents, And possibly me if the girls in the school decided to gang up on me for it.
Sadly the day got worse as it went on. In my second class of the day I ended up day dreaming about my boyfriend back home and failed the assessment quiz (it didn't help that I didn't answer any of the question), then at lunch I tripped and fell splattering my uniform in pig intestines, or Chitlins as they call it (Yuck!). Which because of I had to go change and became late for P.E. this was definitely not a good first day for me.
"Samantha Craig...? Hazuki Nakamura...?" the gym teacher reads off of a clipboard, looking around to see who raised their hands when the names were called off. " Danni Har...Harfeyhin??" She stumbled over my last name as I rushed into the gym and raised my hand.
"Her...here.." I say, panting out as I skid to a halt in front of the teacher. Bending over and panting heavily, I look up her to gain a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach as I see who the teacher is. 'Oh no...' I think to myself.
"Miss Harfeyhin.." The teacher says in an exasperated tone, placing her feathered hands on her hips, "You seem to be making a habit of running late to class......Well, since you seem to be terrific at running, late that is. I am signing you up for the track team"
"Wh-what?" I gasp out in shock, my jaw dropping open.
"Report to the track field after final period by 4:30, Coach Akhido will be waiting for you." She smirks down at me before blowing on her whistle loud enough to cause some of the more sensitive eared furrs to cringe in pain. "LINE UP!" she shouts pointing to the far wall. Everyone in the classes rushes to the opposite wall with me lagging at the back and arriving at the line. Upon arriving at the other end I notice all the girls look at me with sympathy.
Not much occurs during the rest of gym. We run for twenty minutes, then we are forced to climb up the rope, which really isn't that bad, my only problem was the rope was rather thick and ended up rubbing against my rump on the way down. Simply put, the standard school panties that I was forced to wear, became a little too tight for me to be able to do anything the rest of class. Luckily, Miss Fairchild didn't want to deal with me any more so she let me sit out against the wall with the complaint of a 'stomach' ache.
I spent the rest of the period and the day wondering what track would be like. Dreadful I figured, and with a crabby old teacher. Probably literally that, a crab with mangled old claws, and that hunched over walk. I finally got a clear cut image in my head what I expect Coach Ahkido will look like, but it disappears in a cloud of smoke, when the bell rings I stand up and walk out of the gym and head to the locker room to change back into my regular uniform.
Right as I finish getting changed a voice drones out over the P.A "All track team members to wear their gym uniforms to all track practices until further notice." After hearing that, I groan out and grab my gym clothes to change.
The chatter of eager girls reaches my ears right as I'm starting to get changed leaving with me the options of either not changing until they leave, or jumping into the shower stalls to change. Figuring the showers would be better; I quickly ducked into there and changed in silence. Listening to the girls who had already been on the track team in previous years, describe how the team is, how much fun they had on the team in years past. All eventually leading them to describe the coach.
"He has the softest tan fur you've ever seen..." one said with a soft dreamy note in their voice.
"He has the dreamiest voice..." another said out loud to the locker room.
"he has an utterly massive cock..." A rather ditzy sounding girl said with a note of glee in her voice, but when asked how she knew this by another girl she simply replied with a dazed "I don't know..."
At this the other girls in the locker room began to leave the room to head out to the track field to for warm ups. After which I finish changing and head out to begin my first practice. However, once I'm on the field I can't help but stare at the hunk of a teacher standing there in nothing abut a white skin tight t-shirt and jogging pants.