After being rejected countless times by the prestigious colleges he had so studiously applied to, Timber had become so desperate that he instantly signed up for the first school that sent an offer.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so hasty, though. Perhaps he should have taken the time to read the contract first.

Because if he had, he would have seen that the school he’d signed up for wasn’t in America, or even in his world at all. He would have seen that it wasn’t a college but a high school. He would have noticed the very concerning ‘fine print’ regarding a very strict, very odd uniform policy, “must maintain a minimum understanding of the local language” or the paragraph about giving consent to have his memories and mind rewritten to meet “school minimum reality and education standards”.

But he’ll never know now as the contract vanishes in front of him … along with his desk and clothes. The contract revoked the right to know about the contract, after all.

But don’t worry, he’ll be getting a shiny new uniform, one fitting of his new school. A cute rubber Japanese schoolgirl dress, with a shiny cute blue skirt and red built-in bandanna. A dress so seamless that it fuses directly with the smooth layer of thick rubbery skin around it, which is growing and slowly enveloping his bare furry limbs.

His home is becoming a haze as his vison begins to blur, familiar furnishings dissolving and melding into standardized classroom desks and chairs.

Fear. Worry. What is happening to him? What is going on?!? Someone is speaking, but he can’t understand. Panic. Rubber. Confusion.

Confusion … ?

O … Of course he’s confused. He’s a new student, and students are confused about a lot of things. That’s why they’re here, after all!

And the teach … headmaster just asked him a question. He can’t understand … or was he just not paying attention?

The question comes again. Clearer, this time. Timber sleepily looks up with wide, manga-style eyes at the headmaster, whose grumpy frown bears down intimidatingly at him.

Oh! A sudden revelation! Standing on his tiptoes, Timber blurts out the answer, shy blush of embarrassment turning into a proud grin of achievement. With his epiphany, the last vestiges of his previous life shatters and disappears, the final traces of an apartment bedroom dissolving into nature with a final flurry of Japanese rose petals. In a sense of irony Timber was no longer able to comprehend, with the new knowledge he just gained so much more knowledge was lost forever.

But that was beyond Timber now. All he knew was that the headmaster was happy! “Correct!” He beams, a wide smile crossing his face. “Good student, Good boy!”

Twinkling golden stars burst from Timber’s eyes as they grew wider, wider than they ever should have been able to. His squeaky rubber tail was wagging like crazy, and he couldn’t help but twirl, showing off his adorable blue skirt.

He was a good student!! Good boy!!!!

Trying to make a futile effort to halt his wagging tail, he sat down at his desk and looked at his desk. A textbook and some papers were waiting for him, along with writing tools and any accessory a shiny rubber sissy student like him could ever need.

Sitting down, Timber couldn’t wait for more. He could do this forever!

What a great first day of sissy school!

Patreon pic for eamonramon, featuring his oc Timber being enrolled in a rather ... unusual school - in a new, Japanese anime reality!