A World of Fantasies

The rest of the world came into view as I pulled out of the driveway. There weren't a lot of people around, but the clothing styles ran the gamut. Sheer clothing, bikinis, topless, fully clothed, and completely nude. We lived in the suburbs, and from what I saw on my drive down the street, people were clean of bodily fluids whether they were dressed, to any degree, or outrightly naked.

The bodily fluid observation didn't become relevant, or was even noted, until we started to enter the city. As we got closer to the city center, people and what little clothes they wore, was streaked with at least cum. That isn't to say some fully dressed and, or dry people didn't walk among them, but it looked like the homeless had been replaced with sex addicts. I saw a few cops trying to take them somewhere they could hopefully get some help.

The cops I saw trying to enforce some public guidelines and removing those who were making a nuisance of themselves, or were in clear need of help, wore a different uniform than what I was used to seeing. It was still dark blue, and they wore long pants the same as always. But there was a streak of three colors that traveled down the side of both arms and legs. Red, purple and white.

All around, people were kissing each other hello or goodbye. Others walked to and from work or just going about their day running errands. Dicks and pussies were jerked and fingered for everyone to see. The really loud ones were issued warnings by the cops that happened to hear them.

I didn't just notice what was going on outside the car on our drive to UMary. David was sending off pics to his Snapchat and wherever else, showing off the fact that he forgot his cock ring today. At least it wasn't a required part of the uniform. With everything going on around me, there were no accidents, and I made good time.

"Don't forget your gear like last time," David said as he got out of the car and walked to the trunk to pull out a net holding baseball equipment. "I know you like playing cheerleader, but if you don't get any practice in, you won't be allowed on the field to play," he warned me before he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I was too surprised to kiss him back.

"Yeah, yeah," I said back at him as I tried to make it look like I knew what he was talking about, and he didn't just shock me. UMary was an all-boys school, but we still had women on staff, and people were allowed to come on campus for numerous reasons. But you could see the lack of females when looking through the gates. Not that you would know right away from all the pleated skirts I now saw from a quick look around. The only long pants I glimpsed belonged to tenured faculty and the visiting public. Once David was clear of the car and had been pulled to the side by a friend of his, who was clearly breaking the dress code with his Rainbow Bright stockings, I drove towards one of the student parking towers on the other side of the street.

Somehow I was able to find an empty spot on the ground floor. I happily parked my baby before finding out what was in the trunk. The thigh highs helped, but I was still surprised by the breeze that went through my legs as I rounded the car. But it was upstaged by the moans that came from the different levels. With my bag properly mounted on my back and me looking like a gay wet dream of a naughty schoolgirl, I opened the trunk to see what sport I was suppose to be practicing later.

Fucking God. I stared down at a helmet, chin strap, shoulder pads, belt, socks, knee pads, cleats, practice jersey, padded girdle, knee pads, and practice pants all bundled up in a net bag. I was on the fucking football team.

"Hurry up Pete," someone said before one of the moaners stopped as I was about to pump my arm into the air.

"My first class isn't until eleven thirty," someone answered back before the moaning started again.

"Shit! What time is it?" came from a car about nine rows down off to my right.

"Ten fifteen," bounced down from the second level I think.

As I gripped the bag, I thought twice about taking it with me. I've never been to, never mind been inside the football locker room. I didn't know what locker was mine. Heck, I wasn't sure if my class schedule was the same as before. I had to track that down before I could do anything.

"Come Back Here!" a guy shouted as a lady power-walked past me as she zipped up the side of her skirt. She had a briefcase bag hanging from the crook of her arm as she hopped to a stop. She bent over to fix her sandals, and I saw her black thong. Not that she needed to lean that far for me to see. Luckily it was just a flash and run. Not that my eyes appreciated seeing it at all. As she efficiently raced across the street, I think I recognized her. She was part of the faculty, I think. I wasn't that far behind her as I entered the campus hoping that the one building I had to find was still in the same place I remembered it being.

Upon entering the Student Center, one thought zigged through my mind. How many versions were there of the school's uniform? Yes, I knew about the pleated skirt look. I was wearing it. I saw short black shorts and long brown ones mixed with three different tops. Without trying to look too lost, I found someone who could help me.

I found myself five minutes before my first class looking down at my newly printed timesheet after I got reacquainted with everything else that had my name on it. I was very grateful that the person helping me didn't check to confirm that I had been out sick for a while and was having a hard time remembering a few, if not all, things school-related.

At least the school's layout was still the same. So, five minutes until my first class and I knew where it was suppose to be. I turned and began walking towards G's Hall. I was halfway there when the bells started to ring. I then became one of a handful of students who were running to where they had to be.

As I entered my classroom, ready to apologize for being late, I saw something I wasn't expecting. Our teacher was sitting back against his desk in front of the class. And there between his legs stood a student, and they were kissing. The guy rubbing the teacher's chest was wearing plain black pants that ended at the curve of his ass and a shirt like mine. White, tight, and showing off his lower back. As I clicked the door close, the bells rang a second time. I looked up at the ceiling as if I could see the bell tower. They have never rung twice. At least not in my old world. As I moved to get a seat, I saw another student wearing long pants and a normal-length shirt. But it had no buttons, and his nipples were showing off those black cross piercings.

SLAPvibrated around the room before the guy, who was still nuzzling up against the teacher, moaned out loud.

"Take your seat Hank, and let's see if we are missing anyone," Mr. MacCabe said before giving Hank a parting kiss. I snagged a chair next to the wall and sat down in time to see Mr. MacCabe get off the desk and zip back up his pants. He wasn't wearing a jacket or a tie, but he wore a proper dress shirt with some small pattern and dark blue slacks. I looked around and counted three empty seats while our teacher did the same.

"They have a few more minutes until the third bell so let's start roll call and see who makes it in time, shall we?" he asked, but actually told us as he sat down with a pad he was pressing his finger against. During the following silence, I was once again struck by how small the class was. Before, my classes were held in rooms that came with a sloping floor and had room for a hundred people but only held about forty-six of us on average. I didn't think this class consisted of more than thirty-five, including the teacher and the three missing students.

"Joshua," someone said as they hit my arm.

"What?" I asked as I looked around to see who did it.

"MacCabe was calling your name," a guy with black hair and blue highlights told me. I turned to look at the front of the class to see everyone, along with the teacher looking at me.

"Present," I said weakly. Everyone turned away, and the teacher shook his head as he tapped something and called the next name.

"Haily?" he called out a minute later just before the door burst open and two students came to a halt on this side in front of the teacher's desk. They were panting hard.

"Names?" MacCabe asked the two of them.

"Jimmy," the ginger said. He was wearing a combo of my white top and the black shorts, like Hank.

"Niles," the other one answered as he tried to fan himself with his buttonless shirt that was tied above his navel. Maybe that was to make up for the fact that his legs and crotch were completely hidden from view by his long pants.

"Take your seats," Mr. MacCabe said after marking them on time I think.

"Oh," Niles said as he turned back around to face the teacher. "Rich got sucked in by Kelly," he said.

"Ok," the teacher answered. "Where did you see them?" he asked as he pulled out his cellphone.

"Cole's," Niles answered back. MacCabe nodded as he tapped something then raised the phone to his ear.

"This Dr. Eric MacCabe," he started once the other end picked up. "I'm calling to report that one of my students," he paused to look down at his tablet. "A Mr. Richard Lark has been seen in the company of Kelly Waters around the Cole Matter's building," he ended. He nodded his head a few times. "Yes, thank you," he said to the person on the other end before hanging up just as the bells rang for the third time.

"Time to begin class," Dr. MacCabe said with a slap of his hands. "Who was able to do the assigned reading for the weekend?" he asked all of us. I hadn't a clue what he was talking about, so I just pulled my laptop out and prepared to take notes.