Lia
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 14, 2009
Calder moved through the halls with his D-cup breasts shoved out proudly. Really, the blond had no shame. Tanner should have known that. His roommate was under the impression that he could easily humiliate Calder with silly little dares that his friends had coaxed him into since he was thirteen. Now, at nineteen, he was tired of these "Oooh you won't walk around with tits" bullshit, but because he wouldn't back down from a dare, he did them anyway.
Atlantis was vast and the dare had been that he wouldn't make it through the upper levels (the ones above water) before becoming too embarrassed to continue. Calder had made it around the entire school. Twice. His classmates seemed to gain amusement from his ability to morphe his body and his pride in his abilities. The blond loved the attention, and so it was a perfect match, really. Atlantis was his home, and he felt safe here. Everyone had their own uniqueness and he felt that Atlantis Academy was one of the only places that one could truly not be judged by his peers. It was his heaven on Earth.
"Delano!"
His thoughts were interrupted by Archer, Atlantis's headmaster. He looked up with bright eyes, green for the past few weeks, that had a feigned innocence behind them. "Yes, sir?"
"Put those things away and get upstairs. The mid semester students are arriving and you're expected to greet them...without female anatomy!"
He snickered to himself as his chest returned to normal, although his lower body was going through a transformation of its own. He liked being the jokester; the rebel. What Archer didn't know wouldn't hurt either of them. Calder hurried upstairs to the main entrance of the school to greet the new students-it was something that all of the students who had been attending Atlantis for at least the past two years were required to do.
Because Atlantis was pretty much in the center of the wilderness, this act was the school's version of community service, and it was a requirement to graduate, so to speak. Calder liked the school's differences. Students ranged from seventeen through their twenties. They were here to perfect their Gifts, not to gain a formal education, so you could leave when you felt as if you'd reached your potential. If that was never, then so be it. Most didn't leave because they wanted to and Calder said a prayer every night that he would never have to leave.
"You lose!"
He smiled at his roommate. "No. I went around twice. Through the entire school, thanks. Archer sent me up here sans tits." The blond stuck out his full bottom lip a bit in a pout, though his eyes twinkled with his secret. "When are they supposed to be here?"
Atlantis was vast and the dare had been that he wouldn't make it through the upper levels (the ones above water) before becoming too embarrassed to continue. Calder had made it around the entire school. Twice. His classmates seemed to gain amusement from his ability to morphe his body and his pride in his abilities. The blond loved the attention, and so it was a perfect match, really. Atlantis was his home, and he felt safe here. Everyone had their own uniqueness and he felt that Atlantis Academy was one of the only places that one could truly not be judged by his peers. It was his heaven on Earth.
"Delano!"
His thoughts were interrupted by Archer, Atlantis's headmaster. He looked up with bright eyes, green for the past few weeks, that had a feigned innocence behind them. "Yes, sir?"
"Put those things away and get upstairs. The mid semester students are arriving and you're expected to greet them...without female anatomy!"
He snickered to himself as his chest returned to normal, although his lower body was going through a transformation of its own. He liked being the jokester; the rebel. What Archer didn't know wouldn't hurt either of them. Calder hurried upstairs to the main entrance of the school to greet the new students-it was something that all of the students who had been attending Atlantis for at least the past two years were required to do.
Because Atlantis was pretty much in the center of the wilderness, this act was the school's version of community service, and it was a requirement to graduate, so to speak. Calder liked the school's differences. Students ranged from seventeen through their twenties. They were here to perfect their Gifts, not to gain a formal education, so you could leave when you felt as if you'd reached your potential. If that was never, then so be it. Most didn't leave because they wanted to and Calder said a prayer every night that he would never have to leave.
"You lose!"
He smiled at his roommate. "No. I went around twice. Through the entire school, thanks. Archer sent me up here sans tits." The blond stuck out his full bottom lip a bit in a pout, though his eyes twinkled with his secret. "When are they supposed to be here?"